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1HB SWAMPS. 1 Ah, gray anA green lie the swamps between Our way and the woods beyond; AruLthe hymn they sing is an olden thing. -Plain tire and true and fond. . "Come you away from the hills," they say. "From city and sea and burn: Lower your eyes- from happy skies, Sit ly our side and learn. "For meek are we, and submissively We bear our proportioned pain, With no succoring arm to heal the harm Of winds and the ruthless rain. "To the lashing blow of the unleashed snow e turn n timid face. We raise dim hands to the nobler landa, For ours L the scorned place. "No treasure ours of attared flowers; TWe lift no honored head. Neglect and shame are our only claim We, Gardens of the Dead. And yet we know that the evening glow ; Is ours by ancient rite; And our humble ear is tuned to hear The creed of the star-spun night "By the quickening cheer of the turning year Are we ever glorified ; And we are kissed by the gentle mist ' That knows not place nor pride." Gardner Weeks Wood, in Harper's Weekly. 4. 22 M onsieur s 2222255 atflM9i9iauato98Miast M. Ravenot, collector for ten years In a banking house, was a model em 'ploye. Never had he given occasion tfor the least criticism, and never had ,the slightest error in his accounts fbeen noted. He lived alone, made .few acquaintances, wa3 temperate in all his habits, and seemed happy and satisfied. If perchance some one re marked to. him, "It must be tempting to handle such large sums of money," ue wuum repiy; "Why? Money that does not be long to one is not money." So, when he failed to make his usual appearance one day, no suspi cion of wrongdoing on his part en tered the minds of any who knew him". Even the supposition of a crime seemed impossible. The police traced his movements the day before the disappearance. He had presented ills last check near the Montrouge gate at about 5 o'clock, the receipts amounting to about 200,000 francs. 'After that nothing could be discov ered. It was finally decided that the collector naci Deen roDbea, murdered and thrown into the river. One man in Paris shrugged his shoulders on reading all this in the daily papers; that man was Ravenot himself. ; At the very moment when the ex pert detectives of the police force lost track of him, the collector was mak ing his way to the Seine, along de serted streets. Hiding under the arch of a bridge he donned a suit of civilian s clothes, Drought there the night before, put the 200,000 francs Into his pocket, made a bundle of his uniform,- weighted it with a stone and threw it into the river. He then walker quietly back to the city and tObkioaglng at a hotel. y taking advantage of his start in ,time he could havo boarded a train and got out of the country. He was too shrewd, however, to believe that a few miles of space wcfuld protect him from the law, and he had no illu sions as to th9 fate awaiting him. He would be caught at last. This fact accepted he decided upon his counrfc of action. The following day h put the 200, 000 francs into a large envelope, seal ing it with five seals. He then re paired to a notary's office. "Monsieur," said he to the lawyer, "in this envelope are funds which I wish to deposit in a safe place, as I am about to set out on a long journey and I do not know when I shall re turn. Is there anything to prevent my leaving this paper in your keep ing?" "Nothing," replied the notary. "Shall I give 3'ou a recepit for it?" A receipt! He had not thought of that. To whom could he have it made out? Not in his own. name, surely. If he were to keep it on his person he would lose all the benefits of his act. He hesitated for a moment Jn face Of this unforeseen obstacle, then replied: "I am quite alone in the world. The trip I am about to take Is haz ardous. A receipt would ri3k being lost or destroyed. On account of this condition of things could you not keep the paper with you, making a record of it? Iq that case it will merely be necessary for me to men tion my name to you or your succes sor on my return. You can make a Bote oa the envelope that it can be reclaimed only under that condition. If there is any risk you see that I am the only one to take It." t "Very well. Your name, please." "Henry Duverger," replied the col lector, without hesitation. When he r as in the street Ravenot drew a sigh of relief. The first part of his program was carried out. No matter what happened now the money was out of harm's way. He knew what was awaiting him, but he reas oned that at the end of his term of imprisonment he could claim the fruit of his theft and live in comfort to the end of his days without drudg ery. He would buy an estate In the country and be known to every one as M. Duverger. . He waited another day and then deliberately gave himself up to the authorities. What was the use of losing any time? He did not tell .what disposition he had made of the funds, however. He merely said: "I don't know where the money Is. I dropped -&leep on a bench In the park and was roTjSgd. Because of his yr'szuaolQ an- Misadventure. 5S eeooooooe sentence five years. He received his sentence without a quiver of the eyelids. He was only thirty-five years old. At forty he would be free and rich. He considered his imprison ment as only a necessary sacrifice. He was a model prisoner, just as he had been a model collector. He watched the days pass by without im patience or ennui, taking the best care of his health. At la3t the moment of deliveranee arrived! He accepted the trifle ac corded to departing convicts, but his only anxiety was to get to the notary's office to reclaim his deposit. How of ten he had dreamed of this hour. Over and over again he had rehearsed the scene he was about to enact. He would enter the office. Of course the notary would not recognize him. Then he would reply: "I have come for a deposit made here five years ago." "What sort of a deposit? In whose name?" . "In the name of Monsieur". Here he stopped abruptly and ex claimed: "I can't remember the name!" He thought and thought, but to no purpose. He dropped down on a bench in the park, a faintness steal ing over him. He said to himself: "Collect yourself and think. Mon sieur Monsieur it began with what letter?" For an hour he explored' the depths of hi3 memory, seeking some clew, some thread, that would lead up to the missing name. It seemed to dance before him, around him, eluding him just as he was about to seize upon it. At first this was only unpleasant; then it became Irritating, even physi cally painful. Waves of heat swept over his body. His muscles contract ed and he grew restless. He bit his feverish lips and was torn with the desire to cry out or to fight. Finally ho rose up impatiently and thought: "There's no use in trying to re member the name. It will probably come to me of Itself if I wait." But a haunting idea cannot bo ban ished so easily. No matter how much he watched the passers-by or listened to the noise of the streets, under it all ran the refrain: "Monsieur Monsieur." Night came on. The walks were deserted. The unfortunate man, quite worn out, went to a small ho tel, hired a room and threw himself down on the bed without undressing. He did not fall asleep until daylight He awoke rested, but his momentary satisfaction was destroyed by the haunting thought of the forgotten name. "Monsieur monsieur what could It be?" A . new feeling now began to tor ture him fear. What if he were never to remember the name! He left the hotel and walked for hours in the vicinity of the notary's office. For the second time night fell. He fairly dug his nails into his skull, mutter ing: "I shall certainly go mad!" He wandered about, tortured by his thoughts, hitting his head against lampposts, jostling the people h passed, and getting in the way of car riages. He wished some one would attack him to give him an excuse to fight, or that a horse wonld trample on his tortured body. Finally he saw the Seine below An Impossible Division. We do not like to divide society into the two divisions of the selfish and the unselfish, .the "einnars and the saints. That is not an ea3y nor fair division to make. It may be that God has the power to separate the sheep from the goats, but it is hardly given to' us to do it accurately. We are seliish and unselfish. We are more or less sinners and more or less saints. We may be, perhaps, sinners in fact, and saints in the making. None of us have fallen to the lowest depths or risen to the greatest heights of human na ture. We are all more or less the victims of the loneliness of our selfishness and ln, and we all have some of the joys of fellowship with other bouIs because of our righteousness. These qualities of life are relative with us. There is no doubt that wo suffer from loneliness of soul more than we ought. We have not yet earned the fellowship with man and God for which we are intended. There is not yet enough sympathy and righteousness in our living. This is the fault of each one of us more than it is tho fault of our neighbors. It is our fault because we do not love and we do too often lock the door of our heart with the key of unreasonable selfishness. When shall we learn that we are more lonely when we cease to love than when we cease to be loved? It is for each one of us to changa our attitude if we would find all the good will and good fellow ship that there is in the world. The Open Way. CI 0 o u o A o 0 O m him, sparkling In the starlight. Me chanicall he descended the steps leading to the river, and lay down on the bank to bathe hi3 hot brow. He felt the water creep over his head and neck. He felt himself slipping down wards, but he mad9 no attempt to cling to the bank. He was now in the river. The chill, roused him to ac tion. He struggled, stretched out his arms and tried to swim. He went down, rose again, and suddenly, in a last, despairing effort, his eyes filled with a wild light, he shouted: "I have found the name; Duver ger! Help! Help! Du " But the wharf was deserted. The water lapped softly against the great stone columns supporting the bridge; the shadowy arches flung the name back in echo. The waves rose and fell, reflecting the green and red lights. One, rolling in higher than the others, seemed to lick the shore greedily then all was still! Trans lated for the Argonaut from the French by H. Twltchell. Luther Burbank, of California, de clares that for the first ten or twelve years of life the human plant needs sunshine and fresh air more than books, and schooling. -' Weaving the wires for a great sus pension bridge Is slow work that re quires the utmost care. This work for the new Manhattan Bridge has just been begun and nearly a year will pe consumed in completing it. The quantity of sulphuric acid in mine water varies according .to the district and condition of the mine. Some mine water has been found to contain only a few grains, while the water in other workings often con tains over 100 grains a gallon. The great trees of California, It has been said, began life before the ear liest dawn of Chinese history, and at the time of the deluge were older than .the art of printing from type Is to-day. Professor Charles E. Bessey, however, contends that 2000 years Is a great overestimate, actual ring count of a tree twenty-five feet in di ameter having indicated only 1147 years. Power generated at Niagara Fall3 is to be distributed all over Canada. Bids have been asked on 10,000 tons of structural steel for the Canadian Government The steel is to be used for towers which will support the cables used in transporting the cur rent. Already power generated at Niagara is being sent a distance of more than 125 miles, and it Is the in tention of the Canadian Government to increase this distance, says the Scientific American. Towns in every direction about Niagara will be sup plied. An entirely new design In the con struction of electric lamps has been recently brought out, the novel fea ture of which is the entire absence, so far as the eye is concerned, of all wires. One-half of the transformer is fastened to the under side of a table, while the other half is incor porated in the base of the lamp standard. 'By proper transformer de sign, it is possible to supply the larnp3 on the standard with electrical energy when both parts of the transformer are placed one above the other. The advantages of such an arrangement are that no boles need be made in the table or coverings for the passage of wires; while the lamp itself can be removed from the table when so de sired without disconnecting any wires. Doggies Dine With Owners. Most restaurants have a rule which forbids a patron from bringing a dog to the table, but in Brooklyn one eat ing house proprietor has found it profitable to cater to women who have a fondness for dogs and a desire to have them for table companions. Any day at the luncheon hour three or four women may be seen eating at this place, their pets sitting beside them on special high chairs. Doggie's dinner is served on a special plate, which 13 placed on a ledge in front of the chair. Now York Sun. Hani to Banish. "At last,' said the anti-noise advo cate, "we have triumphed! Quietude can now reign supreme! " "But what's the meaning of all this cheering and cannonading?" "We are celebrating our victory." Washington Star. i M CHINA SILK CURTAINS. Instead of Swis3 or flowered mus lin; some women are using china silk curtains in the natural creamy tone or dyed to harmonize with the room. It is made into double sash curtains, the top one dropping for two inches over the lower one, both finished with silk balls. New York Times. COMFORTABLE SHOES. Never on any account should chil dren be allowed to wear boots or shoes which are not absolutely com fortable. If boots are at all too tight or too short, corns, of course, will be one inevitable result, but what is still a greater evil, the child will acquire an awkward gait, which will probably cling to it all its life. Care should be taken, too, that boots are not but toned too tightly around the ankle, as this will often cause great suffer ing to the little wearer. American yumvator. TESTS FOR PURE BUTTER. To find out whether butter is pure, What To Eat gives the following method: Place a small, piece in a large iron spoon and heat gently over a flame. If the butter foams freely on heating, it is batter, while if It sputters and crackles like hot grease without foaming, it Is oleomargarine or renovated butter. Another Way to examine sample is to put it in a small bottle, and then place the bottle In boiling water for five or six minutes. If the sample is butter the curd will have settled, leaving the fat perfectly clear, while if it is a substitute the fat i3 cloudy or milky. American Cultivator. . " GOLD AND SILVER LACE. Gold and silver dres3 trimming that has become tarnished can be cleaned and brightened very satisfac torily by the following method: Shake the trimming thoroughly to get rid of any dust; then tie It in a white lin en bag made expressly for the pur pose and lay the bag in a bowl of soapy water. Place the bowl over the fire and let it boil for a few minutes; then remove and rinse in cold water. After the trimming Is taken out of the bag the tarnished parts can be freshened still more by rubbing them with a small quantity of spirits of ammonia. New York Herald. THE BATHROOM. If possible the bathroom should be fitted with tiled dadoes; where the expense is too great a sanitary paper should be employed. The paint must be enameled, and the bath itself should be one of those with a rolled metal edge. It is a mis take to inclose a bath in a wooden case, neither Is a ledge of polished wood advisabla, for it is impossible to prevent the polish from becoming scratched and marked. The floor of the bathroom should be covered with cork carpet. A square of cork should be provided as a bath mat, and one of the wooden boards, which is made to fit across a bath on which to put sponges and soap dishes, should not be forgotten. It saves a considerable amount of work if there is a fitted wash hand stand in the bathroom, which can be used by the members of a family when washing their hands before luncheon. New Homec Crushed Wheat Grlddlo Cakes One teacupful of cracked wheat, two pints of flour, two spoonfuls of white sugar, half a teaspoonful of salt, two of baking powder, one egg and one pint of milk. Boil the wheat in a half pint of water one hour before mixing it. Bake brown. French Pancakes Beat smoothly together sit eggs and a half a pound of flour. Melt four ounces of butter and add to the batter, with-one ounce of sugar and a half pint of milk. Put a spoonful at a time into buttered fry ing pan and spread evenly on the sur face. Indian Pancakes Take a pint of cornmeal, a teaspoonful of salt, one of soda, pour on boiling water to make a thick mush; let stand until cool; add the yolks of four eggs, half a cupful of flour and stir in as much buttermilk as will make a good bat ter. Beat the whites of the eggs and stir them in. Bake in 1 well greased, skillet. Bread Griddle Oakes Put half a pound of bread fre from crust in warm water to soak. . Beat one egg, half a pint of milk and a tablespoon fill of brown sugar mixed together; add -a scant teaspoonful of salt, and two of baking powder. Drain the soaked bread dry and mix in the milk, thicken with one pint of flour and beat to a smooth batter. Bake on a hot griddle. Sprinkle with pow dered sugar. Silver Cake Two cups sugar, four 'cups flour, one-quarter teaspoonful salt, two teaspoonfuls baking pow der, oue teaspoonful extract of at mond, six whites of eggs, one cup milk, two-thirds cup butter. Cream butter and sugar; add alternately the milk and flour mixed with salt and baking reader, then the extract and the stiffly whipped whites. Beat Trell and fcake in loaf pan in moderate 07CCU Fof .the Younger Children.,.. rHE LITTLE OLD MAN IN THE AUTOMOBILE. You surely have heard of the old woman, I know, Who lived in a shoe, oh, bo long, long ago! She had such queer notions and terrible ways What would we do if she lived in these days? As alf. of her children were supple and young, She packed, them in closely, pulled up the shoe's tongue, And then laced the shoestrings across, very tight, And her children all slumbered until it was light. A little old man, who iB popular here. Has a way of his own, that is almost as queer His house is not mostly of leather, but steel, And, instead of a shoe, it's an auto mobile. And as for the children, there's room for each one. (They are all happy, so brim full of fun!) What sport by the roadside to picnic each day Pick berries and flowers then up and away! Some morning you'll 6ee them oh, such a big load. Just flying along, like the wind, on the road ! You cannot mistake them, for all in the car Are singing and shouting wherever they are. Their laughter and noise can be heard half a mile, , But every one nods or responds with a smile. I'd rather ride with this man wouldn't you? Than dwell with the "Woman who lived in a shoe."" -Cornelia Walter McCleary, in St. Nich olas. THE FIRST FOG HORN. Johnny, who always liked to have a reason for everything, said: "Moth er, dear, how'd they ever decide to have a foghorn in the lighthouse? Make me a nice story, won't you?" "Mother Dear" thought a moment, and then as the "sand man" was getting very busy with his bag, she gathered Johnny up, "so comfy" and began: "Well, it was this way, I guess: "Make it a once-upon-a-time story, mother, dear," murmured Johnny, snuggling closer. " - "Well, once upon a time, far, far away, there was a little island in the sea, on which many vessels were wrecked during the dense fogs that rose so often. The people on the island always felt sorry when there was a loss of life, but could do noth ing to keep the wrecks from happen ing. This sort of thing might have gone on for years and years except for a strange occurrence. It hap pened one day that all the islanders went fishing, and late in the after noon were caught in a tremendous storm, which blew them far out of their course. Then, to make matters worse, a great fog came up. Now, these people knew if they ran into the Island they would be dashed to pieces on the rocks, yet they could do nothing on account of the fog, and trusted to luck that they could steer clear of it. They were sailing along In fear, when suddenly in the darkness they heard the loud bellowing of a cow, which kept up incessantly. How glad the men were to hear that noise, for they realized that they were right near the island, and also that the cow must be in trouble to make such a great noise. So they set tho ship in the opposite direction, keeping far from the island all night. At dawn, when the fog cleared, they went back, and upon arriving home discovered that the cow had' walked into the house and was wedged in between the walls of an entry, where she had bellowed all through the night. "Of course, the men and women were so glad that their lives had been saved that they made garlands of flowers for round the cow's neck, and gave her a beautiful breakfast. And then the greatest surprise of all was that when the men went to the other end of the island they saw a large trading vessel anchored there. As they looked they saw the captain motioning to them to come out to the vessel, which they did. When they reached the deck the captain had a table spread with all the good things imaginable on it, and told the islanders te eat their fill, as he want ed to show his gratitude for their having saved his vessel and life. The captain explained that save for the loud horn or whatever they had used to make the noise during the fog he would have been wrecked on the Isl and that night. "Then the men told the captain of the cow's discomfort and how It was Bhe wmvhad saved everyone. "When the captain heard this he thought a while, and then told the men it would bo an excellent idea if they would always make th&cow bel low during the fogs and iKthey did he would see that they profited by It, ; "So the fishermen, who had an eye for business, decided that it would be a good thing, and after that, at the Brst sign of a fog, or a very bad night. a cow would be put into the narrow hallway and her tail pulled during the whole night, so that she bellowed terrifically, and many lives and much money was saved thereby. "That was the beginning, dearie,1 years and years ago of the 'fog horn,' which afterward, when the people grew enlightened, was displaced, in a really, truly lighthouse, by a gigantic horn, which sounds very much like a sow bellowing, and also saved the dis positions of the cows, don't you think so, hnny, boy?" But Johnny boy had drifted far away on a slumber boat, whers thero were no Islands to run into and no cows to bellow. C. Maud Weatherly, in Record Junior. THE SPELLING MATCH. It had been a regular custom for half a century or more In the littlo town of Crawford to have a spelling: match once a month in the little vil lage school house where everyone be tween the age limit of eight to eight een tried to spell one another down. The schoolmaster, an old man who had grown old in the service of tho school, generally presided on such oc casions. He stood in the front of tha large room and either took words from old spelling books or called them at random. It was Friday night, or spelling match night. Robert Eves, a largo lad of sixteen, entered the room with an air of "I will be the winner, and have my name in the postofflce for the neit month." No one doubted It, for had not he won every match that year? The sides, were soon fixed. Robert stood at the head of one and Sarah Kingden at the head of the other side. Sarah was always one to sit down toward the end. All was silent when the sheriff stood up and announced that the win ner, would receive a prize of $25 on this occasion. Oh! how the good spellers eyes gleamed with joy and the poor spell ers' glistened with tears. While the sheriff was speaking tha door opened and a bright eyed lad of twelve walked in. He went straight up to the schoolmaster, asking per mission to join the match. Tha schoolmaster nodded an assent and placed him at the end of Sarah's line. The match began. One by one peo ple took their seat3. Some in tears, some in frowns and one actually de claring it wasn't fair that he should be asked that hard word, geography. About three remained on Sarah's lino and four on Robert's. The schoolmaster was finished with the book and was now calling words at random. Mayonnaise came to Sarah, in his clear voice. "Ma-m-a . Mayon. No, that's not it; m-i-y-o-n-s-e," blundered Sarah. "Wrong," rang the master's voice. "Next." Next was Robert. He spelled it correctly. At last none were left but Robert and the little lad that had come In late. Robert scowled at him, but the little lad determined to win the prize and paid no heed to him. Anhylosis came to the lad. H spelled it right. House came to Rob ert, who laughed at the simple word and quickly spelled h-o-s-e. "Wrong! Next," cried the master. "H-o-u-s-e" spelled the boy. The sheriff stepped to the desk and gave the lad the prize and, turning' to Robert, said: "Never neglect little things while dreaming of big ones." Madelint Klotz, in the Brooklyn Eagle. , MOTHER'S WHIM. My mother was a human being and had certain peculiarities which we did not ridicule. Sometimes she would Use ber apatite entirely and could not eat our food. She would grow weak and almost ill, but there was "balm in Gilead." Her appetite would be restored in this way. Some thing from another person's larder was the remedy, and lo, "Richard was himself again." I was a little girl and she would send me with a basket and a note to her good aunt in the village. Her letter would read thus: "Dear Aunt Jane: I have one of my 'spells" again and cannot eat nlease send me something from your cupboard; just anything will do. so some one else has cooked it. Your Niece Caroline. Her aunt did not smile at the "no tion" of their favorite neice, for she knew and realized ber sensitive na ture. Aunt Jane would go to her cellar and cupboard and pack a basket with whatever she chanced to have. Some times it would be a cup of stewed dried apples, a piece of beef or ham, a bit of plain cuke, or a cup of cus tard. No matter, dear Aunt Jane un derstood it all. How precious are the friends who divine our aueer ways1 and who do not ridicule us. Dolly Goodwill, in th Indiana Farmer. . .. BATH OF THE BLACKBIRDS. If all human beings were as anx ious to take baths and as willing to go to a great deal of trouble for tho sake of taking them as are certain blackbirds in England this would bo- a cleaner world. It is a clergyman who tells the story about the black birds, the Rev. T. G. Wyatt. vicar of Hayward's Heath. It seems that no received a srreat many complaints about the removal of flowers placed on cravc3 in the cnurcnyara. oir. Wvatt. crieved and vexed at this des ecration of the graves, concluded that the culprits were school children, ana sat the vereer to watch. The verger. hiding in the background, saw a great many blackbirds presently, aiignt ucon the craves. They puftel the flowers from the zinc wreath3 and crosses, scattered them about the yard, and then returned and bathed in the water in which the flowers bad stoud. The verger said they seemed to enjoy their bath verjr, much. Jests hi was. -. only a short G39)s ststt t0e89Sfs0sa9dtes is tt
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