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it THE BELLS O'ER THE SEA. . Prom lhe,,Catholio Standard and Times. f. Hark! th bell o' St. Mark, How it .rioitheis the air! i Sure, I can't un'erstand X All the bells in this land I declare v But it's quare, !Whi'n the bells o'er the sea are so Joy ous an' grand. Now whin I was a boy By the town o' Clonmel I drank nothin' but Joy ; From the rim of a bell. Was it rung for two wed, Was it summons to prayer, Was it tolled for wan dead, , Still music was therei Every hillside an' glen, Every hollow an' glade. Rang again an' again Wid the echoes it maae. An' the good folk that trod To the call o the bell Gave a "Glory to Godi" For whatever befell Don't I mind bless me soul! Me a wee curlyhead How ve heard the bells toll Whin O'Connell was dead? I can mind that same day, Aye! I see mesel' well As I stopped in me play At the sound o' the bell; An' I hold in me ear All its music that's past. Though it's sixty-two year Since I heard it the last. For I can't live It down, An' I hear It ring yet O'er the bells o' this town, Wid their tears an' regTet Hark! Tho bell o St. Mark, How it moithers the air! Sure it ousrht to be gay, . 'Tls a weddin', they say I declare But it's quare, Wh!n the balls o'er the sea are so Joy ous alway. T. A. Daly. The Pretty Girl Couldn't Understand. By Jessie Enos. Out on the screened veranda it was cool, quiet and cozy. Easy chairs, rugs and soft cushions suggested the comfort of Indoors. Vines, flowers, a hammock and the freedom of open air proclaimed the advantage of outdoors. Never had the Pretty Girl looked prettier than she did tonight, swinging gently to and fro in the hammock, her coquettish face half turned from the man who sat and watched her. Everything was propitious for a proposal. There was moonlight and there was fragrance such fragrance as the gods distill on dew-drenched nights to enchant a lover's soul and lure his lips to confession. Yet Ernest Holmes failed to feel cither intoxication or enchantment. He was only placidly conscious of the beauty and allurement about her. He was aware that conditions were favor able if he wished to speak. The time, the place, the acquiescent sweetness of the Pretty Girl all pointed that way. But in spite of the readiness of cir cumstances his heart maintained a fixed indifference, refusing by some stubborn law of its own to respond to the external drawing. . He was a spectator, not an actor. He had no part in this scene could have nrmo Vpvpp bnrl this fact im pressed itself so forcibly upon; him as now. He found himself wondering vaguely why this should he why it was that he had no impulse to say the thing that was expected of him the thing which all events loading up to the present time would seem to warrant nim in saying. Why could he not feel anything deeper than admiration lor this girl this girl whose beauty had so ap pealed to him at first? Why could he not tell her he loved her? How very lonely she was! A per fect figure of curves and daintiness and grace. How absolutely faultless her profile, touched by the moonlight! How luminously white her dress and the snowy carnations that nestled cool and sweet in the coils of her dark hair! Yes, she was perfect. And yet was he capable of no Locator depth of emotion than this? Could this sur face admiration, this icgard for mere form, be the love of which his soul had dreamt? Somewhere in his heart lay a hope, a dear imagining, of what real love should mean. Tnis che ished ideal seemed to rise and face him now. The hour wore away. Still he had not spoken the words that would bind his future to that of the Pretty Girl. It was with a lerue cf lelief that he rose at last to He had preserved the dear ideal inviolate. It glowed be fore him brighter than before. It was two months later that he met the Plain Woman. She was not really plain, even of outward feature, but she lacked the curves, the .tint, the perfection cf the Pretty Girl. By contrast people spoke of her as plain. That was before they knew her, however. After they had really come in con tact with her vigorous sweetness, her wholesome charm, they recalled the former verdict and pronounced her heautiful beyond compare. Even from the first, Ernest Holmes tad a stimulating sense of her real loveliness. There was that in her In dividuality 'which appealed to the un satisfied depths of his nature. He remembered the inadequate quality of that other friendship and f mlted. Nov he could understand. It was like the husk and the kernel con trasted. This true and powerful attraction needed neither moonlight nor fra grance to lend it magic. Common daylight became enchant ed if he was in her presence. Her charm, her magnetism betwitched the most prosaic landscape. It was on a" dim, drizzily day - that he told the Plain Woman of his love. It is doubt ful, however, if either he or she real ized the unfavorable conditions of the elements. "I can't understand it!" said the Pretty Girl, when she heard of the engagement. "I can t understand it!" she repeat ed. She looked upon the beautiful re flection that faced her; the exquisite face, with its baby freshness, its per fect curves; the long-lashed, lustrous eyes, the softly rounded throat, the prettily molded arms. "And he chose her deliberately chose her in preference to me. It's beyond belief." But as she looked her mood changed. A new realization dawned. She seemed to see herself as a mere image, an in significant bit of flesh and blood. A consciousness of her lack, of her Insufncfent soul development, came over her all at once. "I'm just like a stuffed doll a dummy a harmless, helpless, pretty piece of prettiness," she told herself. Then she sighed and turned slowly from the mirror, still meditating. "There's something else, after all," she mused. "Something besides beau ty, and I never believed it until now." New York Mail. WOMEN AS SOLDIERS. Were Once Reckoned Among Fight ing Strength of Nations. From the nature of things women soldiers can only be found as a class among barbarians up to this time at any rate. The Dahomey Amazons made a poor show against the- French but Burton had been much impressed with them 40 years earlier and he was a judge. The discipline was ter rible severe in his time; he did not doubt f they were very formidable trcop3. Relaxation of discipline ruin ed them. The mythical Amazons claim a word since Prof. Sayce adduced such strik ing evidence to suggest that they were the warrior priestesses of Hittite in vaders. Of the American! Amazons it may be recalled that Humboldt thought the legend not impossible, and he had studied the original rec ords. Very few who have written on the subject are thus qualified prob ably, but Mr. Alfred Wallace has shewn us lately that Spruce, the great botanist, looked into the evidence carefully and formed a strong opinion that it was trustworthy. Much more interesting are the shield maidens of the Vikings. Would that we knew more about them per sonally. The historical sages alluda to them, but always, so far as I re member, in a matter of fact way, as to make personages. One of the very grandest poetic sagas is that of the Shield Maiden- Hervor, but even this takes for granted nearly everything we particularly want to know. She dressed as a man and joined the Vik ings. Presently she gained the com mand of her party and the story opens, true in the main probably. The circumstantial- account of the battie of Bravoili between Sigurd of Denmark and Harald Hilditoun of Norway mentions several shield maid ens who commanded troops. One ev en bore Harald's standard. All fought like heroes, or demons, and I think air died on the field, but it seems that they were only women who rose to command by daring and military gen ius. Is there any authority foe the legends of Viking bands wholly fem inine? The old Irish "Book of Lecaa" says casually "for men and women went alike to battle in those days," and the record of tribal obligations called "Hosting" reckoned women among the fighting. strength. Moreover, the life of Abbey Adamnan cf Iona tells how he, hearing of this dreadful practice, went to Ireland, called an assembly of chiefs and bishops and persuaded them to pass a law, still extant, entitl ed "Lex innocentium," which forbade the summoning of women to war. It seems likely, however, that they still turned out of their own free will in deed the practice is not yet extinct, by all accounts. At the present day, in Europe, the Montenegrins and their hereditary foes Oi Albania include the women among their lighting force or did, at any rat?, a very few years ago before Prince Nicholas had organized his army. All departments of supply were left to the wives and daughters; also the reccvery and transport of the wounded. But when the fighting line was seriously pressed the women re inforced it. Assuredly they would have followed the old custom, in spite cf the prince's reforms, had Austria advanced into the Black Mountain the other day. Pall Mall Gazette. Tough on Sandy. "Lady," began Sandy Pikes as he stopped at the wayside cottage, "two weeks ago I passed here and you told me to emulate the bu.y ant." "Yes, my poor mau,"&esponded the housewife. "And did jou?" "I did, mum, to me sorrow. When I passed a picnic in de grove I watched de busy ant tackling de ice cream and cakes, and when I tried it de men licked me, de boys stoned me and de f dogs chased me. No more Imitating de busy ant for me, mum." -Chicago Ndtra. A Contribution. O, Dolly, Dolly, darling, O, dolly dolly mine, They laugh because 1 tell them That you're my valentine. They think that I should have, dear, A doll in place of you; Now, don't get frightened, dolly. For that 1 11 never do. I know your nose is melted, I know one eye is gone; My father said this morning That you really were forlorn. But that's the very reason "Why you should always be The very deaiest dolly In all the World to me. If my nose should get broken, It I looked queer and wild. Would my mamma exchange me For a brand new child? Sent in by your Sunbeam, , Catherine Van Wert, in the Newark Call. His Medicine. Teacher In this sentence, "The sick boy loves his medicine," what part of speech is "loves"? Small boy Please, ma'am, It's the part that ain't so. Philadelphia Record. ' . Why the Washings Were M'ixed. A certain negro washerwoman has for several years done the washing for a number of customers living in a large family hotel. Her work has aiways been satisfactory until a month or so ago, when one week the wash ing came home in a shocking condi tion; the clothes were 'badly washed, badly ironed, and, worst of all, every thing was mixed up and many things were missing. Of course, all the women were much excited and not a little out of temper, but in a day or so a note came stating that the washerwoman was very ill in the hos pital and would not be able to work for some weeks. After a while she returned to the hotel one morning to call on her cus tomers. "I am sorry that last washing was so bad," she explained. "I was taken sick on the street on a Monday and rushed to the hospital. I sent word home for the chillun to take the cloze right back to you-all and tell you what had happened, but " "Well, what?" said the angry women. ' "Why, them three chillun, not one of 'em over thirteen, they washed and Ironed the cloze and mixed 'em all up and sent me the money to the hos pital." You may be sure- that the angry women at once became very gentle and forgiving. The washerwoman got back her washings,' and the three chil dren nearly ate themselves sick on the candy and cakes that were sent them. Christian Advocate. Grant a Traveled Boy. Hannah Grant was, indeed, a very sensible woman, and, although deeply religious, not at all severe. Both she and her husband were quite willing that their children should have the pleasures as well as the tasks of child hood, and in compensation fcr all the work he had to do, Grant-tells us that they made "no objection to rational amusements, such as fishing, going to the creek a mile away to swim in sum mer, visiting my grandparents in the adjoining county, skating on the ice in winter, or taking a horse and sleigh when there was snow upon the ground." Theirs seems to have been a wholesome family life, with much quiet affection, though it was not the habit cf either parents or chil dren to show it openly. Ulysses had a great deal of liberty. Certain tasks had to be done, but if one of these happened to be distasteful to him, and he could get a substitute to per form it for him, no objection was made. In the matter of horses, after that early trade had taught him to be more wary, he was allowed to have his own way, caring for them and trading them as suited his fancy. Being a trustworthy lad, and so very expert a driver, his father did not hesitate to send him long distances on errands. In this way he visited Cincinnati several times, and Louis ville once; and when a neighbor's fam ily was moving away from George town, he drove them and their belong ings to Chilllcothe, seventy-five miles away. He was probably the most traveled boy in Georgetown, and these journeys were also an education, not only in knowledge of the country which they gave him, but in self-re liance and readiness to meet unfore seen emergencies. Fiom Helen Nico lay's "The Boyhood and Youth of Gen. Grant," in St. Nicholas. Jack's Earliest Memory. Everyone has heard of the assertion of Charles Dickens that he remem bered being handed hastily, as a baby, from one woman to another at the time of , a carriage accident, and learn ing afterward that this really took place when he was only six months old. Very few of us can remember any thing so early in life as this, but it is odd how far back into our earliest years the memory gropes its way to some startling or charming occur rence. One summer evening several people were seated on a vine-covered piazza, talking of this and of that, when the conversation drifted to thi3 subject of early memories. - A lady described a walk on a coun try road with her mother as the first thing she could remember. A tall girl spoke of her delight at catching a but terfly as her first knowledge. A young collegian declared that bis intense hatred of an oilcloth bib, marked "Baby" in laige letters, was hU intro duction to emotion and memory. "As soon as I could talk, I struck for a napkin under my chin," said he. One alter another told their little stories with the pleasure which always goes with keen personal experience of this sort, until it came the turn of active Master Jack. "The first thing I can remember," he said, biinging his eyelids down and tippin? up his chin in a thoughtful manner, "the very first thing I can re member, my father was looking for me with a willow whip in his hand, and I was cuddled down somewhere, keeping still, and my foot was asleep. Whew!" , ' f Jack jumped up and stretched his legs up and down the piazza, as if to gain relief from that lingering memory. "Whew! but my foot was asleep, and I was afraid to move it. I can feel how it tingled yet!" From the Christian Register. Katie: Sheep-Dog. Nine thousand feet up on a Colorado mesa was where I met Katie, the sheep-dog. While I was chatting with her master, and she peacefully dozed, a party of sheep decided that they must start out exploring. The herder saw, and stood up. "Hi!" he shouted. "Where are you going? You'd better turn back there!" The band stopped short, and gazed at him. They plainly hesitated. Then the old ewe which was leading gave a defiant shake of her head, where upon, followed by the others, she im pudently moved on. "Katie," said the herder softly, "do you see those sheep, and what they're doing? Go after them, Katie. Turn them back. Show them what's what." Away sped Katie, with all her might, straight for the errant band; and in the time that it takes for the telling she had launched herself in front of the band. The very sound of her crashing through the brush had made them stop they suspected what was about to happen. Then, at first gumpse of her, in a panic, they wheeled like a cavalry squad, and rushed for the main herd. Across their heels darted Katie, back and forth. One little lamb must have lost its wits, for it insisted .upon running In the wrong direction. Katie made after it. She tried to turn it right; but it was as obstinate as any pig; until finally, exasperated, Katie seized it by the nape of the neck and .gave it a good nip. Then Katie looked back at us. The herder raised high his right arm, as signal for her to cease. Then he brought his arm down, and briskly slapped his thigh. Katie understood. When the sheep were grazing, too far up the valley, or were getting too scattered, away out of sight, he would send Katie to turn them, and round them up. "Here, Katie!" he would say, waking her instantly. He would wave his arm, indicating the direc tion. "Go 'way round them, Katie 'way round!" Off would dash Katie in a headlong run, disappeaiing amid the timber, or round a hill. But all along her course we would see the sheep scuttling in from outlying points twos, and threes, and eights, and tens of them, old and young until the herd was compact once more. Presently, per haps opposite to us, there would be Katie, standing and gazing for further instructions. The herder would slap his thigh, and signal her in. One might talk to Katie just as to a human being. "Now, Katie," would instruct the herder, "I want you to herd the sheep from that rim rock yonder to the timber. Don't let them stray outside." Yes, Katie understood. She sat and watched the sheep. The herder went to sleep. Katie made an occasional circuit; and if any sheep were found beyond the rim rock, or in the timber, they were sent scurrying back. Or the herder would say: "Katie, there's a lamb there I want to catch; but we'll let the ewe alone." Once Katie knew which lamb it was, she would pay attention to no other, nor would she pay attention to its mother, the ewe. That one lamb, in a bunch of a thousand other lambs, she would stick to unerringly, until with her as sistance tho herder had caught it. But how he. loved her! They were alone together, in the sage-brush by day and in the tent by night, out there on the great Western range. He fed her the best that his menu produced. He talked to her, and she to him. And he put his aims around her silky nck and kissed her, and she kissed him back. "Why don't you have another dog to help her?" I asked once, when she was particularly footsore at the close of a hard day. "No," ho replied,, "we sheep-herders have a saying: 'One dog is a good doa;: two dogs are half a dog; three dogs are no dog at all.' Katie and 1 can do the work; can't we, Katie?" And Katie laid her head on his lap. Sunday Magazine. Quite Another Thing. Weary Cyclist How far is it to the nearest inn? The Native I reckon as how it's about ten miles as the crow flies. Weary Cyclist But If the crow ridfts a bicycle, how far is it? New York Journal. American Suffragettes. Miss Lucy Burns, who was arrested for taking part in the suffragette meeting in London. Is a Va uate and a student of modern' lan guages at the University of Bonn Miss Alice Paul, who was . amorrg those taken in charge by the- London police, is also an American woman and holds the degree of master of arts. New York Sun. Grotesque Images. No well-advised friend of votes for women need be annoyed by grotesque Images in their mind's eye of a fe male commander of the army and navy their command and their opera tion can be easily provided for as in those free- monarchies - where the reigning prince, though he wears, all kinds of military and naval uniforms, does not, if his subjects can help it (and they, always do), take part in battle any more than the most deli cate young or old lady in his domin ions. With a woman president (for whom we shall duly invent a style less awkward than presidentess or presidentine) we shall be at no great er disadvantage with the humorists than Great Britain, say, or the French republic has always been in the emis sion of the prince or the president to head his soldiers in the field or sail his ships on the sea in time of war. Harper's. Princess di Teano's Success. . Tke Princess di Teano, who moves in court circles in Rome, has found sudden fame as an artist in London. Four of her water colors have been bought by King Edward, two have been bought by Queen Alexandra, and competent critics mark her drawings as among the best of any European artists. The princess has been devoted to painting since childhood, and in the last few years her progress has been rapid.- One of the -pictures to hang in the king's gallery is of a veg etable garden, and a big cabbage is the central object. Another cf the king's pictures is of the Villa Con traini in Venice. The queen's favorite is a corner of the Empress Eugenie's garden in Farnborough. The- princess has used a variety of subjects, and she has painted many fine sky effects. She cares little for society and never is happier than when at htr easel. New York Press. Beauty Necessary to Happiness? Feminine London is much interest ed in a question raised by Ada May Krecker, an American writer, wheth er a woman can be really happy if not beautiful. She gives a negative answer to her own query and main tains that beauty is necessary to true happiness. An English woman writer supports this stand and hold3 out small hope for her countrywomen who may be classified as, "plain." "No matter what ether advantages a wom an may have," says beauty's advo cate, "she is never quite happy un less she knows that people, men es pecially, are compelled to turn and watch her through admiration for her appearance. Woman aie happy ex actly in proportion as their features redeem them from the tragedy of plainness." Relentlessly the English writer assails the women of her coun try. "There are ten million women in England," .she says, "most of whom are unhappy." New York Press. Sharp Retort to a Bachelor. Winifred Shaw, a young woman employed as a stenographer in Balti more, has made a sharp reply to a crusty bachelor who complained in a Baltimore paper that the average wo man of today is a vain, shallow crea ture, who makes herself ridiculous by "painting, powderiag and slavery to hideous fashions." Miss Shaw writes as a "country girl," and she starts by telling the grumblingly critic of her sex "that bachelors are inferior to the majority cf women of the present day." She believes that the "white lights of a large city" have blinded him to the superiority of women, and continues: "1 will invite this mistak en bachelor to take a day in the broad open country, where he will find girls whose lives are as pure and healthful as the air they breathe; girl3 who have no time for the ex treme and artificial style of fashion; whose labor is enly .for love and home, and whose pleasures are of the simple kind rather than the glaring amusements of the city. These coun try girls would prefer to settle down in a little cottage,vwith contentment and happiness surrounding them, rath er than in a Fifth avenue mansion. M,y short experience of city life has taught me that men, by their flattery and admiration, are the cause of the extremely ridiculous fashions of the day." New York Press. Rouge or Not to Rouge? The question is constantly being asked is it wrong to rouge? The an swer as given today, will be very dif ferent than if it had been asked cf our mothers and grandmothers. Few will be found nowadays who would reply in the affirmative. It is entire ly a question of goodaste not of morals. If one's nose be hopelessly red or skin sallow a touch of rouge artistical ly applied to the cheeks is a certain Improvement. With, dead black hair arid ghastly pallor no one would , 1 . . . one's liver refuses to ul sailowness confronts oil portant function, what l) In hrinp-incr art ts tVio The thing is it must be high that it seems nature, i rouge has fallen into dlsorl cause it is generally badly doiik women show as much discriinjjL in painting their checks as ifThl were doing a tin roof. Thev use cht-A rouges, have no knowledge of anato my, or light and shade, and never think of toning down edges with cot ton or a dash of powder, ( Art fully understood is never in bad taste if it becomes a necessity. But that is quite different from girls with the freshness of youth blonding their hair and rouging until they would be shocked at' the impression they cre ate. All women, girls especially, should try diet, exercise and regular living as beauty makers before resorting to more questionable means. The flush of health and the bright eyes and clear skin that follow an active life full of wholesome interests are much more charming than any rouge, kohl or peroxide, however artistically ap plied. New Haven Register. Don't Know How to Play, The value of tbe playground as a' training school for the development of individual character and of those qualities which make for good citizen ships is. something which the Ameri can people are only just beginning to realize. The fact Is that, as a nation, . we do not know how to play. We have worked too hard, grown too fast, taken ourselves and our commercial success too seriously, to allow for the growth of that day spirit which has done so much toward shaping the character and making the history of other nations in all ages. We have excitement, plenty of it, and certain conventional forms of amusement, but the real spirit of play, such as lay behind the folk games, dances and festivals that were the natural ex pression, of the pleasurable elements in life to the people of older coun tries and older times, has been al most entirely lacking. And yet we once had a good deal of it in the days when barn raisings, corn huskings, quilting bees, apple parings and other primitive diversions that made- play out cf work, formed the greater part of the simple social life of our fore- fathers, 'who brought to this new country a recollection of the games and festivals in their old homes, to be modified or added to as the exigencies of life seemed to demand until that life began to move at such a rapid pace that everything was left behind save the desire for advancement and for gain. It is the sign of a return to more wholesome things that we are at last beginning to realize how much we are missing that is worth while, and mo6t encouraging that this realiza tion has become vivid enough to crystallize into a definite movement toward the restoration of more nor mal social conditions. At present this movement is embodied in the Play ground association of America an or ganization of which President Roose velt is the honorary president and which includes in its roll of mem bers some of the soundest thinkers and most energetic workers for the public good that we have today. The main purpose of this association is summarized in the quotation which heads this article. It does not exist to provide additional forms of amuse ment for children and young people, but for the training of our future cit izens by, means of organized play, which at all times has been practical ly synonymous with mental and mo ral as well as physical development. From "Teaching American Children to Play" in Tbe Craftsman. Fashion Notes. Colored stitching is seen on white gloves. Foremost among bags is the one in bronze. Stylish women are wearing riding boots of white buckskin. The poke bonnet with streamers has gained but little favor. Amethyst, violet, lilac and helio trope shades are fashionable The favorite plao for trimming; seems to be the hipa of gowns. The newest slippers have straps that cross on the instep and button high up at each side. The cuirass has developed JJBto the hip ycke, which is out in tidy-to-wear two and three piece if A number of the wide-briiiiV-tiats have loose, floating strings that tie on the shoulder or knot well below the bust. Net is not used so much now as sheer batiste, finest tucked organdie -and thin lawn, combined with fine ciuny or Irish lace. , The new sleeves are sufficiently full to take away the sticklike look of the arms in the- very tight ones that made them look like jointed wood. Linserie hats made of iace are here as usual, but more liked are the ones of fine" chip or stray, with crowds brim made of fine pleating of lace cr chiffon and little flowers trimming: them. Diame a gin tor to- face to prevent a si
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