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r THS TALE OF A TAR. I stood ono day by the breezy bay Watching the sliipg go by. When an old Tar said, with a shake ol his head, "I wish't i could tell a lie. "I've saw some sights as would Jisser your lights, And they jiRKored me own forsooth, Eut I alnt worth a darn at spinning a yam That wanders away from the truth. "We wer out on the barlt, the Nancy Stark, Must a leaprue and a half at sea, "When Cnptuin Snook, with a troubled look, He comes and he says to me: 'Bo'sun Smith make hate forwlth And hemstitch the spanker sail, And accordion pleat the for'd sheet For she's going to blow a gale.'. "'I Ptralgrhtway did as the Cap'n bid. No sooner the Job was thru Than the north wind crack took us dead aback, An' murderin' lights how she blew! "She blowed the tars right oft the spars, The spars risht offn the masts; Anchors and sails and kegs and nails Went by on the wings of the blast. "Our galley shook as she blowed our cook Right out thru the starboard gllni, And pots and pars and kettles and cans Went a clattering arter him. "She blowed the fire right out of the galley stove, The coal right cut of the bin; Then she whistled apace past the Cap'n's face And blowed all the hair off his chin. '"O, wiggle me dead!' the Cap'n said. And them words blowed out of his mouth. 'We're lost, I fear, if the wind don't veer And blow awhile from the south.' ' 'O wisrslo mo dead!' No sooner he'd said . ; Them words that blowed out of his mouth Than the wind hauled 'round with a hur ricane sound And blowed straight in from the south. "We opened our eyes In wild surprise, And never a word did we say. For in changing her tack the wind blowed back The things she'd blowed away. "She blowed the tars back on the spars, The spars back on the mast. Hack flew the anchors and sails and kegs and nails. Which into the ship stuck fast. "And 'fore we could look she blowed the cook Right under the galley poop, And back came tho kettles and pots and pana Without even spilling the soup. "She blowed the Are back into tho stove. Where it burned In its regular jilace, And we all of us cneered when she blew the beard Back onto the Cap'n's face. "There's more of me tale," said the sailor hale, "As would jigger your lifshta forsooth, But I ain't worth a darn at spinning a yarn That wanders away from the truth." Master, Mate, and Pilot WINNING A GIRL. Ey Nellie Bartlett. "But you see," he said, his eyes serious, though his tone was banter ing. "I am going to marry you after all." Mildred laughed nervously and glanced in the direction of the cottage. "You are brave, indeed," she mur mured. "Don't you know that you are cot supposed to speak to me, that I am to be sent to Europe as soon as possible, and never, never be allowed to even see you Oh, there was a storm last night after you went away. I have never seen father so angry. He said you were a worthless scamp, a fortune hunter, a oh, everything, and that I was a little ninny, whatever that is. Then he sent me to bed, and I could hear him stamping up and down for an hour." She smiled in spite of her nervousness, for the mem ory appealed to her sense of humor. "I know," replied John Raymond, laughing with her. "The storm broke before I left; it must have been a tor- nado when I had gone. But, even so, I am not going to give you up. There must be something that will change them toward me. I'm not the worth less fellow they think me. Because I earn my living by writing Instead ot by stocks, your father has no use for me. But I'll do something, something desperate, maybe." They giggled together like two chil dren and held each other's hands in the warm sand. Little Clayton, Mil dred's brother, came running up to them, his toes, pink and rosy, leaving funny little tracks as he played about. John's eyes suddenly lighted as he looked at the child. "Let's go for a walk, Clayton," he suggested suddenly without looking at Mildred or meeting her eyes. "Sorry you can't go, dear," he said as they strolled away from the girl. "John, what are you going to do?" Mildred hardly knew what she was 6aying, bat the look in his eyes had troubled her. "Mildred," he mocked, though his tone was also reprdachful, "Clayton and I are going for a stroll. We'll be back sometime." An hour passed by and she saw neither of them. Another hour, and still, she sat there on the beach, dar ing neither to go to the cottage nor to move away from this spot. The morn ing was almost past when she saw him coming. He was alone and her heart beat wildly, but he turned before he reached her and went toward the house. It seemed to her that she waited hours, and then she rushed to the cottage. John was standing in the hall; before him were her parents, her mother weeping and her father standing irate, and so still In his rage that she was frightened. Only her lover was cool, and his tone when he spoke was quiet, though his face was deadly pale. "I mean this, Mr. Morton," he was eaying. "I should not have begun this thing without a firm intention of car rying it through in spite of every- thing. Clayton Is In a place when he will be safe for three hours. Af ter that the tide will turn and noth ing can save him. I love Mildred much better than I love your son, and I mean to have her. I can take care of her and make her happy. When you t&y she can be my wife I will go and get your son, if it is not too late." ' "Oh, my poor little Clayton," cried hi3 mother, wringing her hands. "Let him have her, George; don't heslfate a moment longer." Mr. Morton was trying to be calm, but his disposition was not meant for peace in a situation like this. "I'll call the police," he fumed, and started for the door. "One moment," John interrupted. "Supposeing you do call the police. I can assure you that nothing, absolute ly nothing will untie my tongue re garding the whereabouts of your son. Even on the rack I believe it is usual ly some hours before the truth is re vealed. I will submit to arrest quiet ly, but In the meantime your son will drown. There is no one can hear if he calls; there is no one knows of the cave in which I have placed him. You may do as you think best." Five minutes passed, they seemed like five hours, and then Mr, Morton came across the room. "You've won," he said, sarcastically. "For the sake of the women folks I've got to give in, but so long as I live you'll never darken my doors, nor my girl either if she goes with you." "Ah, but that's not what I want, Mr. Morton," answered the younger man. "I want you to give me Mildred will ingly, not with a threat to keep her from her mother and friends with a closed .door. I am not a Wall street speculator, but is this not a gamble? Have I not taken a risk, here as des perate as many a chance you take with your stocks? I've staked a life; two, indeed, for my own would be for feited should anything happen to your son. I am a good gambler; I wish you would be friendly." "Take her, young man," said Mr. Morton. "I guess you're right, and while I can't honestly say I approve, I promise you my doors shall not be closed either on you or your wife. Now go get that boy of mine quick." As John passed Mildred he slowly winked, startling her greatly, for her nerves had been keyed to the highest pitch. Five minutes passed and John reappeared with Clayton in his arms. "Oh, mammy," cooed the child, "I've had such a lovely time. I've been play ing with John's big bruvver and we've played Indians, and steamboats, and lots, of things." "You young scamp," began Mr. Mor ton, turning toward the grinning John who was already disappearing out of the door, his arm around the girl he had won, their heads close together. Boston Post. WHERE MEN ARE WOOED. Maids of Ecaussines Are the Suitors at Annual Festival. Once upon a time, many many years ago, when men and maids used to car ry on their courtships in a manner far different from that which obtains to day, a bashful suitor entered the town of Ecaussines in Belgium. At a loss for words, he planted in the darkness of the night of April 30 a white birch tree before the doorway of the house of his beloved one, in order that it might plead the purity of the cause to which his fluttering heart, drain ing him of equanimity, prevented hfni from doing verbal justice. The next morning when the damsel arose and found the tree, sh knew, by love's unerring instinct, who had placed it there and sent to the bashful youth an invitation to call. The lad sought out the lass, was welcomed, entertained and encouraged. A "happily ever af ter" ending followed. Since that day the plan adopted by the timorous lov er has become a custom in Ecaussines and suitors both bold and bashful have sinc& employed it. In the last four years, however, there has evolved from this charming custom a grand fete, in which all of the eligible men from towns for miles around Ecaussines have gathered at the quaint Belbian village and taken unto themselves wives from the wards of the municipality. The convenien ces of this occasion are beyond com putation for those of the young men with cbiirage enough to propose mar riage, but the hesitating have often come away wifeless and sad, victims of their own embarrassment. To bet ter the lot of these would-be Benedicts and give them a chance with their more fortunate brethren, a new rule in the matrimonial game was agreed on this year, and when April 30 came, the blushing maidens of Ecaussines were invited to come to 'the nearby town of Ronquieres and there, instead of being pursued, were requested to follow out the "Superman" idea of becoming the pursuers and making proposals of marriage to those men who struck their fancies. Willingly the diffident male permit ted himself, to be .wooed and won; and now the young men are clamoring for the permanent establishment of this scheme which puts them beyond the danger of hearing the dreaded "no" from the lips of a woman. New York Tribune. New York's Ex-Speakers. It is an interesting fact that in the present New York delegation to. the house of Representatives there are three ex-Speakers of the Assembly William Sulzer, George R. Malby and Hamilton Fish who succeeded one another in order as named. Albany Argus. In England one person in every hundred is unable to read and write; in France, two in every hundred. Good Morning, Mr. ManI When tho romping, curly-headed i-.ittle tots go tupping oy. With liie music 01 Lieu- laughter And liie giudiieas of tneir eye, Heaven comes a little closer That we all may pause 10 scan, And it echoes with tne greeting, "Good morning, Mr. Man." Through the pathways of the roses. Where the lime leet caress Every bud that's dripping honey In its morning huppmeas; Nature sings her sweetest ballad Where tne tiny toudlers ran. And the meadows seem to chorus, "Good morning, Mr. Man." Ho! the footsteps of the children, And the caie-tree little hearts, Taking up the song of glory Where the lifetime Journey starts; May their way be lair with fortune, And the gentle zephyrs fan Into names ot love the greeting, "Good morning, Mr. Man." St. Louis Star. Little Dottle, aged three, while eat ing a piece of hard molasses candy, bit her tongue. On being asked her trouble shv, exclaimed, "Why, my teeth stepped on the end of my tongue." Boston Journal. An Explosion. I am going to tell you about the ex plosion we had. It happened at night, which was best. Some friends were visiting us, and we all sat together around the table. About 10 o'clock we heard a far off rumble, it came nearer and nearer, and then we heard ! a report. It shook the house and everybody was afraid. Most of the people went out in the streets in the pouring rain. Some people said it was a thunderbolt; others an earthquake, and some said it was an explosion, which it was. We telephoned later and found it was the glycerine house In the dynamite works. The paper said it made a hole thirty or forty feet in the ground. Mavis C. Ross, in the New York Tribune. A Lost Opportunity. Small boys are not always as sym pathetic as their relatives wish, but, on the other hand, they are seldom as heartless as they sometimes appear. "Why are you crying so, Tommy?' Inquired one of the boy's aunts, who found her small nephew seated on the doorstep, lifting up his voice in loud wails. ' The b-baby fell d-downstairs!" blub bered Tommy. "Oh, that's too bad," said the aunt, stepping over him and opening the door. "I do hope the little dear wasn't much hurt!" "S-she's only hurt a little!" wailed Tommy. "But Dorothy s-saw her fall, while I'd gone to the g-grocery! I nev er s-see anything!" Youth's Compan ion. Story of Esaw Wood. Esaw Wood sawed wood! Esaw Wood would saw wood! All the wood Esaw Wood saw Esaw Wood would saw! In other words, all the wood Esaw saw to saw Esaw sought to saw. Oh, the wood Wood would saw! And, oh, the wood-saw with which Wood would saw wood! But one day Wood's wood-saw would saw no wood, and thus the wood Wood sawed was not the wood Wood would saw if Wood's wood-saw would saw wood. Now, Wood would saw wood with a wood-saw that would saw wood, so Esaw sought a saw that would saw wood. One day Esaw saw a saw saw wood as no other wood-saw Wood saw would saw wood. In fact, of all the wood-saws Wood ever saw saw wood Wood never saw a wood-saw that would saw wood as the wood-saw Wood saw saw wood and I never saw a wood-saw that would saw as the wood-saw Wood saw would saw until I saw Esaw Wood saw wood with the wood-saw Wood saw saw wood. Now Wood saws wood with the wood-saw Wood saw saw wood. Oh, the wood the wood-saw Wood saw would saw! Oh, the wood Wood's woodshed would shed when Wood would saw wood with the wood-saw Wood saw saw wood! Finally, no man may ever know how much wood the wood-saw Wood saw would saw, if the wood-saw Wood saw would saw all the wood the wood-saw Wood saw would saw. Woman's Home Companion. Dog and Cat Story. Toby, was a little brown rat-terrier, that lived at Farmer Brown's, and whose special business it was to pre vent the increase of rats and mice at the stables and barns. But just now Toby had a family of four puppies, and found it very difficult to keep watch of the rats when her family required so much of her attention. Old Tabby looked on disgusted. She had four kittens, which no one would think of comparing with these pups, and she was not at all "set up" over them. But kittens were rather an old story with Tabby, and this particular set were the cause of a great deal of trouble. Tabby had been allowed to lie under the kitchen stove before they came, and she did not see why she could not keep her kittens there. Again and again had small Jennie Brown carried them to the wood-house, and fixed as cozy a nest as any sensible cat could ask, but Mrs. Tabby would carry them back to the kitchen stove. One rainy day, when it seemed that vcrjtbiug had gone wrong at the Brcwn home, it rained so hard no work could be done ih the garden, and the old hen that had hatched turr keys took them walking in the rain, when, if she had an atom of hen sense, she should have known that turkeys could not stand that. The chase after the old hen and her tur keys had exhausted the last mite ot Mrs. Brown's patience, when, as she came into the kitchen, she saw the old cat with her kittens under the stove again. It was too much. Mrs. Brown seized the broom, and swept cat and kittens out into the yard. My! how surprised and angry Tabby was. She stood up and took a look at the kittens, and I have . no doubt, thought, "This is all your fault." Then she shook her feet and walked back into the kitchen, and sat down under the stove. Toby had witnessed the af fair, and when the mother cat walked off leaving her babies in the rain, she could not understand it. She walked round the crying kittens, and then went whining to the open door, and looked at Tabby. But Tabby only blinked, and looked determined. She was comfortable under the kitchen stove, and she did not propose taking care of kittens that make so much trouble. Toby walked back and forth between the crying kittens and the door, whin ing and trying to make the old cat see her duty, but all to no purpose. Tabby had enough of those kittens. Then Toby picked the kittens up, one by one, and put them in the nest with her yuppies, and never again did the old cat go near them. Toby raised both pups and kittens, and seemed as proud of the adopted babies as of her own. Herald and Presbyter. Told In the Dark. Leo was in bed. He had said, "Nov I lay me," then he had asked his moth er to turn down the light. Leo was a very lion to face all out side foes. He was not so brave when face to face with the little knight of right within him. That was what his mother called his conscience the little knight of right. Mother" knew what it meant when Leo asked to have the light turned out; she sat down on the bed, and took Leo's hand and said in a tender, en couraging way, "Tell mother all about it." Leo lay very still for some minutes, then he burst out in a bey's way right In the middle of the story: "P'raps you'll think 'twasn't so an' I don't know as I'd b'lieve it myself, only I saw them with my own eyes I did, mother! an' you'll say yes, won't you, mother? I couldn't help it, real ly I couldn't an' she's down in the kitchen!" Mother smiled. She stroked the little brown fist. She spoke gently. "What was the strange sight, and who i3 'she'?" "Well, it was this way. Wo boys were coming home from skating, just dark, an' a cat scatted across the road, an' all the fellows snowballed her I did, too, mother an' she tried to squirm through a picket fence an' got caught an' couldn't get through or back, either, an' all the boys yelled an' that very minute the East Enders fired on us from over the wall, an' we had a reg'lar fight, an' drove 'em all the way back, just like 'the minute men that time at Lexington. "Then it was dark, an' I came home from the corner alone. An' along in the pine woods' this is true, mother, 'tis, I saw it with my own eyes I saw that kit's face in the dark, in the air an' lots of other kittens' faces, tho dark was full of them, an' all the eyes looked at me, so beggin' like I was so sorry an' a little bit afraid, too an' I just started an' run." "Did you leave the kitten faces be hind when you ran home?" asked mother. "I didn't run home I run back the road where we snowballed the kit; an' there she was, stuck fast in the fence, an' mewing just awful, an I got her out an' brought her home an' an' she's down in the kitchen now!" The little brown fingers squirmed around mother's as he went on doubt fully, "An' you will say yes, won't you, mother? I couldn't help it I really couldn't, mother an' we've only three other kits, you know only three, mother!" Mother lifted the little brown fist and kissed it. "We will take care of her somehow," she said. Leo was very stiil for the next min ute of two, then he suddenly asked: "But the faces, mother, the kittens' faces, in the dark how came they there? Such a many kits' faces-r-an such eyes!" Mother hissed Leo again, this time on his red lips, as she replied: "Per haps it was the doing of the little knight of risht!" Little Men and Wo men. Blue Fish Nets Instead of Brown. 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