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i ijiiiii HI I, t-y ) ' 1 THE I am homesick for a hill, For a barren bill and bare I have dreamed of it through days V'f , the hhdmg city glare, -Uhen my tired-lidded eyes Ached "for something far to see, I have dreamed of how it stood. And how cool its shade must be. Story of an Awakened Soul. 1 o o o 9 By WILLIE "At 3 o'clock ho Is corning," said Helena, "and then the last of.these business matters! He has proved a good and trusty friend, and poor papa's high opinion of him has been verified." . It was now a quarter before 3, and while she awaited his coming her thoughts went back to the first time she had seen him, on that eventful day eighteen months before She had been returning home from a visit and he had sat opposite to her for half a day In the drawing room car. She had noticed with some amusement ' ms complete .absorption In a volume iousnes3 to all outward surround- ings. But when the awful crash of the collision came just as the train was about reaching it3 destination it was he whose quickness had saved her from certain death, whose strong arms had held her up and at last had borne her from that scene of horror into safety. And it was he who had led the little band of res cuers again and again into the wreck in a noble effort to save the injured, until he himself had been carried out from a burning car, bleeding and in sensible, with a great gash over his yes. She had not allowed this brave man to whom she owed her life to be carried away to a hospital, but had taken him directly to her own home, where the best medical care and skilled attendanca was immediately obtained for him. She remembered her father's look of amazement and perplexity when she had arrived with the insensible man in the carriage beside her, End sho remembered, too, his hearty ap proval as soon as he had heard the etory, and his keen satisfaction af terward when he discovered that his Involuntary guest was Harry Stevens, who though unknown in the world of society was a man of standing high in the business world and not able for his rectitude, cleverness and sagacity. While the injured man was slowly convalescing Helena's father had cul tivated his society, and in spite of the difference in their years a deep and lasting friendship had sprung1" up be tween them. But although he and she had been housemates at the time for several weeks, Helena had not seen their guest until the day of his departure, and then his extreme re- serve had somewhat puzzled her. And after this, in spite of her ather's continual endeavors, It had proved impossible to prevail upon their late guest to be present at any of their larger social functions, al though on a few notable occasions lie had been persuaded to accept their invitations to small and Informal din ners. On those occasions she had ob served him curiously. He was keen, well read, a good though not brilliant talker, and with men he was entirely at his ease and hi3 words evidently carried weight. But toward women he was silent and reserved. Ho sel dom addressed even her his host ess although she noticed that he paid her the rare compliment of lis tening when sho spoke, no matter how much that was better hearing might be going on about him. But he never voluntary approached her, and at last his avoidance piqued her. Her father talked much about him. "A fine fellow, my dear. I not only like, I honor him. I suppose soma would call him a self-made man, but I say that God never made a finer, truer gentleman. He apparently di vides his time between his business ana nis ocoks, ana i. never Knew a more finely cultivated mind or a man with higher ideals. His friendship is indeed a treasure, and I am happy In having won it.-You think he does not like you? You are mistaken, my dear, he is no ladies' man, he is. too reserved and diffident, but he admires your sincerity quite as much, I think, as I admire him." So some six months had passed. And then one day as Helena sat read ing in the library awaiting her lather's return at the accustomed hour she heard a footstep and said hrightly, "Father, dear, is it you?" Then she looked up and say Barry Stevens' agitated face. Sho arose with a faint cry: "What i3 it? My father? Oh, he is not dead?" But she read the truth in his pity ing eyes, and, overcome with the sud den violence of her emotion, she fell senseless into hi3 outstretched arms. From that merciful blank of-obliv-ion murmured words of endearment and the presence of lips upon her hair recalled her to herself. And though her eyes opened again upon the reserved and silent man, the memory of his unutterable tender ness had helped her through the first lawful days and weeks of her be reavement. They had been thrown much to gether since that time, for her father had made Barry Stevens and herself co-executors of hia will, and although she had found his manner unchanged toward her, at first she was grateful for his reserve. But, sure of hi3 love, sho had expected HILL. Now I know the north winds come. Meet the winds from out the west, And upon its barren slope In gigantic battle wrest. From the city let me go . On its heathered face to lie, That the winds may sweep my soul Clear as they have swept the sky. Lucy Copinger, in Lippincott's. LETTUCE. him tor speak when time had softened the first bitterness of her grief. But time had gone on until a whole year had now elapsed. Why had he not spoken? What was the reason of his continued silence if he cared? And that he did care deeply Helena was sure. What was the secret of his life? Had there been some other love be fore he had known her? She smothered a sigh and rose with extended hand to greet the man himself, who had appeared as the clock was striking 3. "Punctual as ever," she said with He had come to explain to her the many papers of importance which were now to remain in her hands. And when they were finally locked away In her cabinet she said to him: "You must be glad that the end of all this has come." "It has been my greatest pleasure to be of service to you," he replied, "and so it will be should I ever be able to serve you in any way again." She sat thoughtful for a moment, playing with a letter, stamped and sealed, which she had written earlier in the day. Then she looked up at him and said quietly: "You can serve me again, now. Help me to make a decision. I have tried to do it alone, but I want your advice." His eyes rested attentively upon her face. "I cannot go on living In this way here," she said, after some hesita tion. "It is too hard. I have had to until this time, but now the business is all arranged and I am free to go." "To go?" he echoed, with a change of tone. "Yes, to go. I know I have marly good friends here and relatives, but over the sea lives the dear friend of my girlhood happily married and with a little daughter who bears my name and whom I have never seen. My friend ha3 urged me to come to them, and I have put off the decision until now. But I long to see her and to see her child. I think I shall go." He' eyed her still; he had grown paler. At last he repeated dully, "You will go away?" "Is there any reason why I should not go?" she asked, quickly. "No, none that I know of none." The words cost him an effort, but they were bravely said. "If I go I shall not soon return," said Helena. "I may never return. My friend's villa is on the Mediter ranean near Mentone. She wants me to make it my home. What shall I do?" "I know of no reason why you should not go if it Is your wish," he said, slowly. "I have written to her that I will go. Here is my letter. I did not mail it, because I I wanted to hear what you would say. I was as un decided as that. But It must be post ed at once to go by to-morrow's steamer. And and there is no rea son why I should not go?" ' "None." "Then I will go." Hejhad grown white and stern, but although he was on the rack he had borne the torture bravely. "It has gone," she said, quietly, after a pause. "And next month I shall follow. And now, my friend, forgive me but since my decision is Irrevocable, will you not tell me why you wanted me to go?" "I wanted you to go? my God!" It was a cry of agony. The delicate pearl paper knife he unconsciously had been toying with snapped in his hand. "What have I done?" he said abruptly. "Nothing. What is that to what you have counseled me to do?" She watched the growing conflict In his face until, half trembling at the emotion she had stirred, she saw him brace himself to speak. "I will tell you," he said, at last. 13 Word Paintings From Brann. Success? A Gould must give up hi3 gold at the grave, a sovereign, surrender his sceptre, the very gods are in tlma forgotten are swallowed up in the voiceless, viewless past, hidden by the shadows of the centuries. Why should men strive for fame, that feather in the cap of fools, when nations and peoples perish like the flowers and are forgotten when even continents fade from the great world's face and tho ocean's bed becomes the mountain's brow? Why strive for power, that passes like the perfume of the dawn, and leaves prince and pauper peers in death? Why should man, made in the mortal image of immortal God, become the subservient slave of Greed and barter all of time for a handful of yellow dross to cast upon the threshold of eternity? "Poor and con tent is rich," and rich enough. With a roof to shelter those hl3 heart holds dear, and table furnished forth with frugal fare; with manhood's dauntless courage and woman's death less love, the peasant in his lowly cot may be richer far than the prince in his imperial hall. Heroes? Why unurn the ashes of the half-forgotten dead and pcre o'er the musty pages of tho past for names to glorify? If you would find heroes, grander, martyrs more noble and saints of more sanctity that a Ruben3 ever painted or Immortal Homer sang; who, without Achilles' armor, have slain an hundred Hectors; without Samsonian locks have torn the lion; without the sword of Michael have thrown down the gage to all the embattled host3 of hell, seek not in the musty tomes of history, but in the hearts and homes of the self-sacrificing wives and mothers of this great world. , "There was once a boy whose par ents, who were poor, died early, and he grew up In the streets. He worked in the factories and lived a3 such waifs do, picking up little knoweldge that is good, much that is had. When he was a lad of sixteen hard times came, the factories shut down and he could get no work to do. Then he fell in with an evil comrade older than himself, and at last a plot was formed between them to rob the wealthy manufacturer's, house. The boy was to do the work and share the plunder. He made the attempt, was caught in the act and thrown into prison. His comrade, unsus pected, escaped. The boy lay In pris on for weeks, and then finally he wis brought into the court-room barefooted and in rags. He acknowl edged his crime and told his miser able story from beginning to end, asking no pity and expecting none. And with the taint of the prison upon him there seemed nothing but its darkness before him forever. "But those- men were strangely merciful. They bought the lad de cent clothing, made up a purse for him, opened the prison doors, and bade him go forth and begin his life anew. "He did so; he left the town where he was too well known and came to a distant city. And there, without even changing his dishonored name, he sought and found employment. He worked by day and studied by night. He won his employer's confi dence and rose to a position of trust. And when, after ten years' time, his friend and employer died, he suc ceeded him, and has carried on the business for now five years. "Helena. I am that man; I, Barry Stevens, was that guilty lad caught robbing my former employer's house and set at large by those merciful minded men. It is all on record in that place; it was published in many papers at that time. There are men living who remember and could point me out to-day, and that i3 why God help me! I must let you go. Such as I have no right ever to speak oflove." She arose and her fine eyes shone like stars. "And that is what has made you what you are! Oh, I don't know what I dreaded but I never dreamed how noble a man could become, ris ing to such a height on his dead self! And j'our name any one would be proud of it now! Why do you look so at me? I am no foolish girl, talking wildly, but a woman proud even to be thought worthy of such a confidence." New York News. A Letter Seven Years in Transit. Records are being established ev ery day for the swiftness by which mail is delivered, yet there are occa sions when the United States Post office slips a cog and a letter gets tangled up somewheres, to be deliv ered at a later date. A most unusual instance of this kind recently came to light. On October 4, 1900, Frank Linden, of Brooklyn, then a student at Villanova College, sent a postal card to his father, Frank V. Linden, a jeweler in Brooklyn, ordering some class pins from him. The postal was delivered last Tuesday, having been on the road seven years. Only two dates were printed on tho card, one in Villanova in 1900 and the other in Brooklyn in 1907. Where the postal has been all these years is a mystery, Philadelphia Record. Religious Instruction. Sergeant (preparing squad for church" parade) "Recruits! 'Shun! Those a3 can read will follow the reglashuns. Those as can't read will go through the requisite motions, as follows: One! Extend, left 'and 'old ing prayer bock. Two! Raise right 'and to level of mouth. Three! Moisten thumb o' right 'and. Four.' Turn hover page!" Punch. Send Postals to Dogs. Picture post cards are being sent to pet dogs on the Continent. A young woman residing at one of the leading hotels in Ostend Introduced the fashion. The post cards are in scribed with the dog's name and ad dressed care of the owner. Canal Zone Fare. Philadelphia capons arc $3.20 each in Panama, but until we ascertain just what diamond backs sell for, the gravity of the workingman's condi tion in the zone cannot be understood Louisville Courier-Journal. CJJILDREN'S THE REASON WHY. "When I was at the party," Said Betty (aged just four), "A little girl fell off her chair, Right down upon the floor; And all the other little girls Began to laugh, but me . I didn't laugh a single bit," Said Betty, seriously. "Why not?" her mother asked her, Full of delight to find That Betty bless her little heart!- Had been so sweetly kind: "Why didn't you laugh, darling? Or, don't you like to tell?" "I didn't laugh," said Betty, " 'Cause it Avas me that fell." PETUS AND AN OGRE. Once on a time there lived an old King who had one son, whose name was Petus. When the old King was about to die he called his son to him and told him that he wished him to marry the Princess Zobiede of Setto. Prince Petus said that he would, and his father died. After his father had died the prince married Zobiede, princess of Sesto, and lived very hap pily for some time. He told his princess afterward that ha wished that she would let him go out for ad ventures. She begged him not to go, because she thought that it was very dangerous. He did not go until that night, when every one was asleep. Then he stole out and went away. He soon came to a town which had a white and red wall around it. He went right in and wandered about, but not a person did he see. He came to a lofty palace built of gray and white stone. "I wonder whether there is any one fnside the palace," he muttered. "I will go and see." He went in, but not a person did he see. Petus came to a wide and high staircase, and he went str.'dgLt up it till he came to a door made of iron. Just as he was about to open the door he felt a hand over his shoulder and looked up. He saw a lovely fairy bending over him. Her hair was raven black, and her eyes were blue, and her voice was low and sweet. Her dress was dark deep blue, like the night sky, and she had a crown of stars on her head. She spoke to him and said: "Within this room lie all the people of the city. Each night two genii of gigantic size carry one of them away to this room, and leave them for their King to eat. But they are invisible until the monster is killed. Go and see If you can rescue them." "I should be very glad to," said Petus, and he went in. He could "not see anything, but could hear the shrieks and screams of the people who were imprisoned there. He hid in a big box, so that they should not see him. Soon after ward an enormous ogre came in and looked about him. "Ho!" he said at last. "Here I all the people of the city, and I'll wring all their necks, as sure as my name's Of us." "Oh, indeed, we'll see about that, you ugly old monster," thought Petus, as he sprang out and attacked the ogre. "Hullo! Where did you spring from? I'll soon put an end to you, you young scoundrel," yelled the ogre, as he sprang upon Petus, who darted quickly out of his way. t "What, have I rnisssd you?" roared the ogre. "Yes, but I won't miss you, you nasty old miser, though," shouted Petus, as he jumped behind Ofus and gave him a dig in the back of the leg. "Yew! What are you doing?" roared the monster. "First you are here, then you are there. What are you doing,. I say?" But before Petus answered he made a great slash, and cut off th9 monster's head, which went rolling to the ground. "Aha! I think I've done with you," said Petus, looking around. He saw a lot of people, who thanked him for setting them free, and then went back to their homes. As for Petus, he went back to Zobiede, who was very glad to see him, and lived happily ever after. They had ever so many sons and daughters, who had so many adventures that it would take ten books to write them out. Ianthe B. Jerrold, in the London Tribune. KATIE'S SATURDAY. "Dear me! " sighed Katie, when she got up that Saturday morning. "What can bo the matter?" said mamma, laughing at the doleful ft.ee. "Oh, t'.:;re's thousands and millions of things the matter!" said Katie, crossly. She wa3 a little girl who did not like to be laughed at. . "Nov.-, Katie," said mamma, this time seriously, "as soon as you are dressed I have something I want you to do for me down in the library." "Before breakfast?" said Katie. "No, you can have your breakfast first," mamma answered, laughing again at the cloudy little face. Katie was very curious to know what this was, and, a3 perhaps you are too, we will skip the breakfast and go right into the library. Mamma was sitting at the desk, with a piece of paper and a pencil iu front of her. "Now, Katie," she said, taking her littlo daughter on her lap, "I want you to write down a few cf those thing3 which trouble you. A thou sand v;ill do!" DEPARTJVIECJTj "O mamma, you're laughing at me now," said Katie; "but I can think of at least ten right this minute." "Very well," said mamma; "put down ten.- So Katie wrote: "1. It's gone and rained, so wo can't go out to play. "2. Minnie is going away, so I'll have to sit with that horrid little Jean Bascom on Monday. "3. Here Katie bit her pencil, and then couldn't help laughing. "That's all I can think of just this minute," she said. "Well," said her mother, "I'll just keep this paper a day or two." That afternoon the rain cleared away, and Katie and her mamma, as they sat at the wondow, saw Uncle Jack come to take Katie to drive; and oh, what a Jolly afternoon they had of it! Monday, when Katie came home from school, she said: "O mamma, I didn't like Jean at all at first, but she's a lovely seatmate. I'm so glad, aren't you?" "Oh!" was all mamma said; but somehow it made Katie think of her Saturday troubles and the paper. "I guess I'll tear up the paper now, mamma," she said, laughing rather shyly. "And next time," said mamma, "why not let the troubles come before you cry about them? There are so many of them that turn out very pleasant, if you wait to see. By wait ing, you see, you can save the trouble of crying and worrying at all." Sun lignt. '" MUD PUPPIES. Like many other puppies, these lit tle fellows wear black coats dotted with yellow, but each coat seems to be something of a misfit, to judge by the wrinkles in it. However, this does not at all disturb the wearers. They are lazy chaps, and taking Tosla's advice to sleep every moment that it is not absolutely necessary to be awake, spend three-quarters of the. time curled up In the mud, be neath old logs and flat stones. Wlien they feel hungry, out they crawl in search of a few angle worms There goes one now! He has just caught a worm. See how he shakes it, as a terrior does a rat. Do you think he imagines the shaking improves the flavor? If you watch him you will see that he never swallows anything without first giving it a hearty shake, New York Tribune. ALMOST STOLE HIS SALMON. An unusual incident of particular interest to fly fishermen is narrated in a latter to the Daily Mail from W. Arthur Williams, of Bodmin. "A gentleman residing at Dunmere, near Bodmin, was fishing In the River Camel on Wednesday night," Mr. Williams writes. "He hooked a fine salmon on a fly, but immediately a large otter darted from under the bank and seized the fish. "The fisherman thus had a fish and an otter on his line at the same time, and having stout tackle he was able to engage in a few minutes' exciting sport. The otter, however, caught sight of the fisherman and dashed up stream. When the fish had been landed by the angler the marks of the otter's teeth were plainly discern ible on the shoulders of the fish." London Daily Mail. BEES RACE PIGEONS. It is not generally known that bees are swifter In flight than pigeons that is, for short distances. Some years ago a pigeon fancier of Hamme, Westphalia, laid a wager that a dozen bees liberated three miles from their hives would reach home in less time than a dozen pigeons. The competi tors were given wing at Rybern, a vil lage nearly a league from Hamme, and the first bee reached the hive a quarter of a minute in advance of the first pigeon. Three other bees reached the goal before the second pigeon. The bees were also slightly handi capped, having been rolled In flour before starting for the purpose of identification. The Reader. DO IT SMILINGLY. Speaking to the Boys' Brigade at the Albert Hall, London, recently, Major-General Baden-Powell said: "Do your duty always, and r.bove all things do it smilingl3r. When you meet with a difficulty tackle it laugh ingly, and then you're sure to get over It. I've tried it myself, and I ought to know." Home Notes. rciitic.il Philosophy. "Sometimes," said Uncle Eben, "us folks gits tired o' guessin' 'bout de honesty of candidates an' jes' turns in foah de one dat seems do boa' na tured." Washington Star. It the oven becomes too hot while anything is baking, don't open tho oven door to cool It, but place a pan of cold water inside. This will cool the oven and the steam which arises will keep the food from burning. ,. 'A NEW USE OF OLIVE OIL. TT . A - r 1 1 1 ;i i i V- Ing? Those who dislike to use it in some ways will find It invaluable in pastry, biscuit, cake, etc. Those who cannot eat pastry made with lard can use oil with safety and will find a great improvement in the delicata and tasty results of its use. Use a tablespoonful to one cup of flour ia pastry. Use a little salt when mak- J ing cake and you will find the re sult as good as if butter was useij and much cheaper. TO GET RID OF MICE. I had been bothered with mice and I had tried almost everything to get rid of them. An idea came to me to have a piece of zinc to cover the holes up, so I had a tinsmith fiz it. When I saw the neat appearance all around my floor underneath my sink I had one put upon the floor, also Dn my shelf where I keep my kettles,1 pans, so that now I am bothered with neither mice nor dirt. It is easy to keep clean and Is well worth what it cost to have it done. It keeps for ever and Is as clean as my china PREVENT "TORN OUT" BUTTONS. Make buttonholes in both sides of garments. Make a narrow band of my firm white goods, or colored goods if preferred for dark clothes.1 Have the band or about five thick nesses, and a little wider than but tonholes. Sew the buttons on thi3 band, as far apart as buttonholes are.' Put band on inside of garment and put buttons through buttonholes on both sides. When the garment is soiled the band can be taken and; used next day until it becomes soiled, when it can be washed and ready foe use again. Two of the bands suf fice. . . , MITTENS MADE FROM OLD STOCKINGS. Ribbed stockings are the best for the mitten, and cashmere or fleeced lined for the thumbs. I make them' double, using the. top of the stock ings for the top of the mitten and just above the ankle for the lining;' cut one side over a fold and stitch the lining and outside together; make, a slit and insert thumb; stitch In; and overcast; then s-titch lining and outside together around t.wrist part. This is a fine way to use old stock ings and have plenty of dry mitten3 for tho youngsters on hand at all times. To get the different sizes,' measure the child's hand and theri measure the same length on the stocking, allowing enough for a seam, , to: lea TO J ."Creole Salmi of Dueks: -Melt in a saucepan two tablespoonfuls of but ter, and stir into this a half tabled spoonful, each, of chopped ham, tT 15nV celery, sweet pepper' and parsley.' witha tablespoonful of salt and a half teaspoonful of paprika. Stir fc&. three minutes, then add a cupful""? consomme," two clove3 and a blade of majje. SJininer for an hour; b train and" geld to ft tbcupful3 of cold duc'kT cuf into neat pieces an inch long. Boil one minute,' heat the meat thor oughly and serve. ? Shredded Cabbage and Cheese Cut a cabbage Into shreds and boil in salted water until tender. Drain and stand in a heated colander at the side of the range. Cook, to gether two teaspoonfuls of butter and two of flour, and pour upon them a pint of hot milk. Season with salt and pepper, and stir in three heap ing tablespoonfuls cf grated cheese. Cook, stirring constantly, for half a minute. Turn the cabbage into a deep vegetable dish, and pour tha cheese sauce over it. Potatoes a la Duchesse Psel and boll enough to make a pint when washed. Mix with them the yolk of an egg, two tablespoonfuls of melted butter and the same quantity of cream. Turn this mixture upon a pastry board, and press it flat and smooth. With a sharp knife cut tho potato paste into squares of uniform size. , Slip a cake turner under each square and transfer it carefully to a greased baking pan. Set in a cold place to stiffen, then sprinkle with' grated Parmesan cheese and bako in a quick oven to a delicate brown. Carrots Sautes Boil young car rots, not longer than your forefinger, for eight minutes in salted water. Rub and scrape off the skins, cover with boiling water and cock tender. Drain, lay for a minute in cold water until you can handle them,-and cut each carrot in two, each half into strips. Heat a tablespoonful cf but ter in a frying pan with a half-table-fpconful of white sugar, a little salt and pepper, and when it boils lay in. the strips cf carrot. Cook three min utes after the bubble recommences;' sprinkle with chopped parsley, tos.- about for ona minute, drain ani crva tct.
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