BY JOHN CLAIQ JIINOT. -
The glint of a sail where sky meets pea;
The circling gulls where the pollock are;
And the oceau's dread inmicndity..
The gleaming rocks where the wet moss lies;
The kelp that is streaming t anl fro,
As the eddying tide be-ins to rise.
The grateful shade of n Vnely pine.
Which, the salt wind stirs with n noofbinj sound;
The pence of a day that is wholly nuiie.
The blue, blue depths of a summer sky;
The tinted clouds that slowly ngve .
To realms where the dreamer's riches lie.
From Youth's Companion.
The Wan Who Thought Himself Immonsoly Wealthy
Prc-ved to Bs ths Real Thinj.
(W. R. ROSE, In Cleveland Plain Dealer.)
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The letter was Inclosed in a stub
"Walt, Ezra," said the gentle voice
of the farmer's wife. "I'll fetch a
knittin needle. You might tear
somethin inside." ... .
"Some kind of advertisin', most
likely," the farmer answered, "dure
for dyspepsia, niebby, or rubber
He took the long needle his wife
handed him and carefully slit the
"It's a letter," he said, and turned
the missive over and stared at it
wonderingly. "Where's ny glasses,
"I hope it ain't bad news," his wife
'anxiously remarked, as she brought
the spectacle- from the mantel.
Ke carefully drew the steel rim
over his nose and .-stared again at the
"It's from New York," he said. He
suddenly looked nt the bottom-of the
sheet. "Well, what do you think of
this, mother it's from Henry Ham
lin!" "Well, well," said the farmer's
wife. "Dr. Henry Hamlin an' what
docs he say?"
The farmer held the sheet squarely
"Deav Uncle Ezra and Aunt Lucy,
how are you both? Almost aswell
and comfortable as you deserve to be,
I hope. Don't ycu imagine for a
fraction cf a minute that I have for
gotten you and all your kindness to
a hungry little orphan. I'm trying to
fix things so that Annette and I can
spend a week with you later in the
bummer. in me meantime, l am
sending you somebody else a patient
of mine who needs rest and quiet
an elderly man in whose case I ha-?e
become interested, and whom I am
trying hard to help. The choicest
location in all Dutchess Counts', with
its hills and lake and stream and
orchard, and the best housekeeping
in all New York State, should help
him. He i3 just a tired man with a
peculiar hallucination be thinks he
Is immensely wealthy. Don't mind
what he says about money I don't
want him to talk on the subject. He
Is a little peculiar in several ways,
but not at all disagreeable. I'm sure
you'll be kind to him for my un
worthy sake. His name is Judson
Ford, and you'll have no trouble in
recognizing him at the station. He
is tall and thin and gray, and doesn't
look amiable but his looks will
change after he has been at Cheery
cottage for a week. I know you will
be good to him for my sake. Good
by, dear friends. From your ever
The farmer laid down the letter
and lifted his spectacles from his
"Well, I declare," he mildly said.
"If that ain't just like Henry!"
His wife locked down at the latter.
"Doesn't he say when the man is
"Eh! Why, yes. Here's a P. S.:
'I am going to start Mr. Ford up your
way on the 9.45 way train Tuesday
morning. He should be at your sta
tion at noon.'' "
His wife drew back quickly.
"That's noon to-day, Ezra," she
warningly said, "an it's most 11
o'clock! You haven't no more than
time to get to the station. I'll tidy
up the front room and see what there
is for dinner." And she hurried
The farmer turned over the en
velope. "That Snellir,- boy should have left
this here yestiudy afternoon," he
murmured. "I'll have to speak to his
He put the letter on the clock shelf
and hurried to the barn. A little
later he started for the railway that
wound among the distant hills.
Only one passenger left the way
train at the little station. He was a
tall, slender man of sixty, a man
garbed in rather rusty black and
wearing black gloves, a man with
keen gray eyes and a prominent nose
that curved like an eagle's beak.
The farmer looked at the stranger
and the stranger at once came toward
"Are you Uncle Ezra?" he demand
ed. His voice was sharp and he had
a peremptory way of speaking.
"My name is Ezra Gaylord," the
"Mine is Ford, Judson Ford," the
etranger briskly explained. "How
are you?" He shook hands in a hur
ried way. "You are here to meet roe?
Yeb? Where is your car?"
i & r 5 S oi 4i "
"Eeg your pardon. I'm accustomed
to cars. Perhaps we walk?"
"No," replied the farmer, "we ride.
My horse an' road wagon are behind
th' station here. I can't promise you
to break th' records, but I guess we'll
manage to git there without any tink
The thin man drew down his bushy
gray eyebrows and gave the farmer a
quick sideways look.
"Dr. Hamlin called you Uncle Ezra,
I think," he said. "Do you mind if I
call you Uncle Ezra?"
"Not at. all," replied the farmer as
he untied the hitching strap. "That's
what ever'body generally calls me."
"Good. I'd like to call you what
everybody calls you even if you
don't seem to be more than half a
dozen years older than I am. And
there is Aunt Lucy, if I remember
"Will she mind if I take the same
sort of liberty?"
"No," the farmer assured him.
The stra-nger took the seat and
stared hard at the horse as they
"It Js the f-rst time I have benefited
by actual horse power in a number
i ? years," he explained.
The farmer softly chuckled.
. "There's quite a number o4: hprs3S
still left in this neighborhood," he
solemnly assured him. "Most of 'em
Again the busby eyebrows came
"This seems to be a rather choice
specimen," said the stranger. "What
would he be considered worth?"
The farmer shook his head. "
"Billy belongs to my wife," he said.
"He's a pet. You ain't got money
enough to buy him."
The stranger cackled.
"I suppose," he said, and his voice
suddenly grew grave, "ycu wouldn't,
consider an offer of ,810,000?"
Uncle Ezra suddenly recalled what
Dr. Hamlin had said about the
stranger's chief peculiarity.
"Fine view, don't you think?" he
said, and neatly shifted the subject.
"By George!" the stranger cried.
His keen gray eyes took in the green
valley an! the blue hills and the
sunny sky. "Well, well! It's better
than Dr. Hamlin described it." He
drew a long breath. "I'm so used to
stone pavements and granite walls
that I've almost forgotten how nature
looks. That's a delightful view. I
wonder if it could be put on canvas?
I'd gladiy give $20,000 for a picture
that was anything like that." '
Uncle Ezra suddenly urged his
horse. IIe felt that he mustn't permit
this apparently sane visitor to slip
from his mental foundation.
"Gtt along, Billy," he said. '
The stranger gave him another
"Dri Hamlin tcld me about this
place," he said. "Ke claims there is
nothing like it anywhere. He calls it
home. He thinks a great deal of you
and Aunt Lucy. He told me all about
it. Says you opened your door and
your heart to. him. Made him your
son, in fact, when there was no one
else to reach out a helping hand."
"We lost our own son when he was
just a little child like Henry was
when he came to us," said Uncle Ezra
The strangsr drew off his black
gloves and stuffed them in his coat
"If yon loosen up one hr.nd from
your steering arrangements for just
a moment, Uncle Ezra," he said, "I'd
like to shake hands with you."
And the two men gravely per
formed the ceremony,
"I s'pose Henry is doin pretty
well?" the farmer asked.
"Henry is doing very well," replied
the stranger. "And he'll do much
better when he gets over his modesty
and charges what he should for his
services. You can be proud of the
c!oiTt5 yoir tevel feejt
lieorinS before judging
trjinKtn before 5pealinJ
por tandincS by yoltr principle,
"por feeing eneroUj
"por promptness in
doctor. There Isn't another man liv
ing that could have pulled me away
from my desk and sent me down here.
He's right, of course. I may look as
hard as nails but nails get rusty in
time. They called me the iron man
and I've paid pretty dea- for the
title. Nerves shaky, can't sleep, can't
eat, out of sorts, bad temper. Can
you tolerate me?"
Uncle Ezra looked round at" the
"We don't have any choice in th'
matter," he smilingly said. "Henry
wrote to us that he was sendin' you
an that was enough. . Did you break
your health down bookkeep' I hear
it's-pretty wearin' an' confinin."
The stranger gave Uncle Ezra a
"Some bookkeeping," he replied.
"General office work.. Hullo, look at
that! Fine, fine!"
He had caught sight of the little
lake and its fringe of pine trees.
Uncle Ezra pointed ahead to the low
white farmhouse. .
"That 's where we get o"," he said.
"You can have all you want of the
lake. I've got eighty acres abutting
The stranger shook his head In an
intensely gratified manner.
"Dr. Hamlin is right," he said.
"You've got an ideal spot here. This
air is bracing me up already. Well,
well! It's a wonder somebody hasn't
bought you out. I'll tell you what
I'll do if you want to sell."
"But I don't want to sell," said
Uncle Ezra hastily.
"Of course, you don't," replied the
stranger. "But if you did I'd be will
ing to let you name a fair market
prica and then give you double what
The farmer shook his headv Here
was the stranger's peculiarify bob
bing up again. He must turn his at
tention. "My grandfather built th original
house," he said. "He made that
weathercock there on. the barn. It
dates back to Revolutionary times."
The stranger stared at the object
the farmer pointed out.
"Very quaint," he said. "Would
you be willing to part with it for
"Goodness gracious, no!" cried
"No offense," said the stranger. "I
haven't the money with me I never
carry money it's a bad habit. The
man who i3 understood t carry
money may easily get into trouble. I
know men who carry large sums. I's
cither carelessness or affectation."
"IJ: isn'tany affectation with me,"
said the farmer, with a dry chuckle.
The stranger looked at him again
in his queer way.
"Uncle Ezra," he said, "I'd give a
steam yacht and a dozen pouring cars
to be the placid philosopher you are."
"That's a pretty stiff price," said
"I'll throw li a bank and a silver
mine," said the stranger, and " he
"Here we are, and here is Aunt
Lucy," said the farmer hastily. He
thought it high time to draw the
stranger away from his delusion.
"Lucy, this is Mr. Ford Henry's
The stranger warmly shook hands.
"I fancy I couldn't have a better
recommendation," he said.
"I'll take ycu right to your room,"
said Aunt Lucy. "It's Henry's room
when he's here. Mebby you'll find it
a little too sunny. And our iinner
will be ready at just 1 o'clock.
Where's your baggage?"
The stranger laughed inwardly.
"It's like this," he said. "I wasn't
sure I'd be contented here. I'm fussy,
you know. That's why I didn't bring
any bag. But if Dr. Hamlin dotsn't
hear from me by to-morrow morning
he will send along a small trunk I
haven't many clothes, you see."
Uncle Ezra nodded.
"An will Henry send it?"
"He will send it," replied the
stranger, as he followed Aunt Lucy
up the broad stairs.
At 1 o'clock he had not reappeared.
At 1.30 Uncle Ezra went up to recon
noiter. He came down smiling.
"Our summer boarder is asleep,"
he softly said. "He's stretched out
on .the couch there ia front of the
big window with the sun shinin'
across him. Somehow he looks dread
ful poor an mis'ble."
"I'm glad Henry is tryin to be good
to him," said Aunt Lucy.
"He thinks mighty well of Henry,"
said Uncle Ezra.
"Guess he'd better," said Aunt
At 2.30 the stranger came down
and found Uncle Ezra in the airy sit
ting room. "
"You let me sleep, didn't you?" he
said in his quick way. "I can't re
member when such a thing as sleep
ing in the daj'time has happened to
me before. And I've known the time
when I've have given $10,000 for
such a sleep as that."
"How does the room suit you?"
Uncle Ezra hastily inquired.
"It couldn't suit me better," the
stranger replied. "I could hardly pull
myself away from the glorious view
io an enemf
Keeping yoUr promises 2
mom team isni.CMoa
from that window. , And now I don't
want to go any further before w
come to an understanding about tho
price I'm to pay."
There was a little silence. Aunt
Lucy had appeared from the dining
"We'd rather wait an' talk it over
with Henry," she gently said.
"Madam," the stranger replied, "I
y.-ould much prefer to have the ar
rangement made now."
Aunt Lucy looked at Uncle Ezra.
Then she looked back at the stranger.
"Shall we say ?4 a week?" she
mildly asked. ,
The stranger stared at her. Then
he stared at Uncle Ezra.
"Good lord!" he murmured. "On
second thought," he quickly added.
"I think it would be better to leave
the whole matter to Dr. Hamlin."
Aunt Lucy looked relieved.
"Now. that that's all. settled," she
said, "you will please come into th
dinin room and have some dinner.
We didn't wait foriyou. We thought
it better to let ypu sleep. You must
be real hungry."
"Hungry!" repeated the boarder.
"Why, Aunt Lucy, I haven't eaten an
actual meal for years."
"Mebby ycu can eat one to-day,"
she answrered with a little quiver of
pity in her voice.
But he shook his head gloomily
when he saw the appetizing dishes
she set before him.
"Aunt Lucy," he said, "I'd give
well, I'd give a fortune to be able to
do justice to this spread. I should
have told you before and saved you
all this kind trouble. It's a shame.
A small bowl of milk and a piece of
old bread is all I dare eat."
But he was gaining In cheerfulness,
despite his meager meal.
"And now, dear friends," he said,
"I want you to humor me a little
further. You are to keep the news
papers away from me and all tele
grams and messengers. ;I hope I'm
hidden here, but I can't be sure. And
let me wander around, just as I
They promised him, of course, and
pitied him and did their best to cheer
"You can't help feelin' sorry for
nim," said Uncle Ezra to Aunt Lucy
that night after the boarder had re
tired. "It's really wonderful how he
keeps up th delusion about money."
"And I ain't any doubt," said Aunt
Lucy, "that Henry Is takia care of
him all th' time."
They liked their boarder more and
more. He made no trouble and his
cheerfulness steadily increased. And
he slept better and better and his ap
petite improved little by little. And
Uncle Ezra was glad to notice that
as his phj'sical condition was bettered
he made fewer references to money
"His mind is gettin' th' dollar cob
web out cf it," said Unclfc Ezra to
"Did you see him eat my apple pud
ding?" said Aunt Lucy.
He had been there just a month
when that rising medical man, Dr.
Henry Hamlin, came down to see the
patient from whoia he had received
such good reports.
Hs found him paddling about the
lake in Uncle Ezra's rowboat.
A half Lour later the doctor came
back to the house again.
"It's almost a miracle," he said.
"He doesn't seem like the same man.
I'll have to take him back with me.
He's needed In the city, but he wants
to come again, and he asks to be al
lowed to reserve the same sleeping
room. And, by the way, we have
settled on the price he is to pay you."
"Now, Henry," said Aunt Lucy, "if
it's comia' cut of ycur pocket, we
won't take a penny of it."
Henry Hamlin suddenly laughed.
"You dear old auntie," he cried and
fondly kissed her; "my pocket is
He drew forth a slip of paper and
handed it to Uncle Ezra.
"Is that satisfactory?" he asked.
Uncle Ezra gasped.
"A check for a thousand! " ho faint
Dr. Hamlin quickly held up ti3
"That's all right," he said. "Don't
you hesitate a moment over taking
it. He gives it gladly and adds a
lot of gratitude and wants to come
"But we thought " began Uncle
"T know what you thought," said
Dr. Hamlin quickly. "It was what I
intended you to think. Jly motive
was all right and you were mis
taken, as I expected you to be. This
man Ford is a Midas everything he
touches turns to gold. In short, dear
friends, your summer boarder, this
tired and dingy dyspeptic, is really
cne of the greatest of the great money
Natural Gas in Europe.
The first important discovery of
natural gas m Europe is reported
from Kis-Sarmas, in the district of
Klausenburg, in Hungary. Its pres
ence first became known two years
ago, when shepherd.boys used to light
the vapors arising from the marshes.
Upon a geologist's report the Ministry
'of Finance directed borings to be
made, when large quantities of gas
were discovered at a depth of sixty
feet. The borings were continued to
a depth of 600 feet, when the gas was
found in such volume that big stones
were thrown into the air by it. At
the present time the gas is flowing out
of a pipe twenty feet above the ground
with a noise that can be heard six
miles away. Experts estimate the
flow at seventy cubic feet a seconds
, Diamonds are almost perfectly
transparent to X-rays.
When I was small, 1 hoped for toys
And dolls and sweets galore.
And then when I was six I wanted
Books of fairy lore.
At seven, I wanted roller skates;
At eight, I yearned for wealth;
But now. that I'm eleven,
All I really want is health. ,
-A St. Nicholas League Member, in S
CAUSE OF DEATH.
A little chap of five years, who;
grandfather had recently died, w
asked by an old friend of the fami.
what caused the death. For a m
ment the boy looked puzzled, the ..
brightening, he said: "I don't 'zact! .
remember, but I think it was nothir j
serious." Philadelphia Record. ,
THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS.
On the first Sunday of their vu
In Chicago the successful mercha
escorted his parents to a fashionable
church. Some of the hymns were
familiar, and in their rendition the
visiting pair contributed heavily, with
the credit for volume in favor of the
Although not always in correct
time, and sometimes- in discord, yet
the joy of the good couple leaped
forth in joyous praise, and they did
not see the glowering looks ofnear
by worshipers or the flushed face of
their devoted son.
"Father," observed the merchant
that afternoon, while his mother was
taking her accustomed nap, "in our
churches the congregation does very
little singing; it is left entirely to the
"1 know, my boy," said the old gen
tleman, as he lovingly placed a hand
on his son's shoulder, "that it was
very embarrassing to you this morn
ing, but If I hadn't sung as loudly as
I did the people would have heard
your mother." Youth's Companion.
THE RAINDROPS' CALL.
There , was a great whispering
among the trees as Billie Eubble
awoke from a deep sleep. He had
been very tifed. The day before he
had helped a little girl get her dolly
out of .the water, and it had been hard
The sky was very dark and cloudy
and every now and then would come
flashes of light and low mctterings of
"I wish I knew what th3 leaves
were whispering about," thought lit
tle Billie. "They seem excited, and
yet they seem happy."
"Hello! Billie Bubble!" said a soft,
Billie turned around, and there,
swimming easily and smoothly be
side him in the gray water, was a
beautiful red leaf.
"So you were wondering what ail
the excitement is about, were you?"
"Oh, yes," said Billie. "Can you
"Yes," said the Leaf. "There Is to
be a raindrops' ball in just a few mia-
utaes. Almost every leaf sends one
drop at least to ths ball."
AN AGGRAVATING CLOCK.
I thought I would try to write a
letter, but not having any pets I was
at a loss to know what to write about,
and on looking around I thought per
haps our old cuckoo clock would do
for a subject. This clock is quite an
old one, and in times past i: has done
admirable servica as a timepiece, but
now it does net seem to be particular
about what time it strikes, and al
though sometimes it gives the right
time, more times it is incorrect. It
seems to have a faculty of striking
when perfect quietness is more desira
ble in tho house. This is particularly
so when any cne is using the tele
phone and often when one is trying
under difficulties to get a message
over the wire, this clock is "Johnnie
on the spct," with usually twelve
ringing strikes, mixed with "cuckoo."
Although the clock aggravates us
at times, we seem to have become at
tached to it, and it is a sort of a jcke
in our house. If anything should
happen to It we would miss it very
much, indeed. It is aA ornament in
our hall, and is certainly a "cuckoo"
of a clock. Claire Courtenay, in the
New York Tribune.
Doubtless the most unique snot in
all Europe is the litle village of Al
tenberg, on whose borders four coun
tries meet. It is ruled by no mon
arch, and has no soldiers, no police
and no taxes. Its inhabitants speak
a curious jargon of French and Ger
man combined, and spend their days
in farming the land or working in the
valuable calamine mine of which it
The little town of Stanley, In the
Falkland Islands, possesses the most
unique school services ever" known.
Two traveling schoolmasters, pro
vided bv the government, visit the
different families where there are
children, and give instruction. The
length of their visit depends on the
astuteness of the children, and they
may spend days or weeks, as the case
may be, at one house alone.
There is a place in the middle of
the Pacific Ocean, well known to
mariners, where there is never any
Christmas Day. This ia owins to its
stJssawW Jin M
being ia the IS Oth degree of longi
tude and directly opposite Greenwich,
and therefore twelve hours ahead of
Greenwich time. In a journey around
the globe the other twelve hours
would have to be marked out of the
navigator's calendar; and, if this
point crossing the Antipodes be
touched on Christmas Eve, there can
he no Christmas Day. Popular Mag
A SERMON BY A CAT.
One day, upon returning to my
room, after a brief absence, a curious
state of things was to be seen.
Cards and papers were tossed
about. Papers, writing desk and
tablecloth were sprinkled with ink.
The nearby window shades and
white curtains were bespattered with
Ink. It was clear that someone had
improved the opportunity to have
some fun, which did not .seem to me
to be funny at all.
Of course, I thought of the children
in the household. But it did not seem
to be like them. They had not been
brought up in that sort of way. And
it was not their habit to come to my
Just as I gave it up a white paper
was seen on the other side of my desk
and on it some telltale marks. I un
derstood. The mystery was solved.
Two distinct footprints left upon the
paper let the secret out.
The pet cat, which had the run
of the house, and whose bump of
curiosity was overdeveloped, had
climbed upon my table, and being
anxious to find out the contents of my
ink bottle, had put its foot into it
ia more senses than one. To get rid
of the ink, in shaking its feet it spat
tered things far and near, stepping
twice on a sheet of paper before leav
ing the table. Of course, it could not
take all the ink with it.
It was just a little sermon on the text
of Moses, when he talked to the peo
ple of Reuben and Gad. Can you find
the text in the book of Numbers,
32:23? Look for the text of the cafa
sermon. Sunday-School Advocate.
HARRY'S NEW NAME.
Harry Wood had been called "Rea
dy" ever since he could remember.
And, oh! how he hated the name!
His hair was red there was no
doubt about that not a "chestnut"
or an "auburn," but a real, fiery, sure
enough red. But the things that
made Harry's life hard was not, after
all, his red hair, though he thought
it was. It was his quick temper. The
boys persisted in calling him "Reddy"
because they thought it funny to see
him fly into a rage at the word. It
was cruel fun, but beys sometimes
like to be cruel.
Harry's mother grieved a great deal
over her boy's quick temper, and did
her best to think of some way to cor
rect the fault.
"I can't help it, mamma," he
would insist. "It's that dreadful
name. I don't often get mad at any
thing else, but I don't believe any
body could stand being called 'Red
dy.'" "But why should you care so
much?" asked his mother. "You
cannot help the color of your hair."
"I know," agreed Harry. "But T
don't like to be tcld cf it everywhere
I go. I tell you, mother, it's the
name that tloes it that dreadful
name that I hate so. If I could get a
new name I believe I could get a bet
"It works the otter way, though,"
his mother told him. And opening
the little pecket Testament which she
kept on the stand beside her sewing
sLe read these words aloud:
"Him that overcometh will I make
a pillar in the temple cf My God, and
he shall go no more out; and f will
write upon hira the name of My God,
and the name of the city of My God,
which is New Jerusalem, which Com
eth down out of heaven from My
God, and I will write upon him My
"Ycu see, Harry," went on Mrs.
Wood, "the new name is for thosa
who overcome. Suppose you try for
just one month to keep down your
temper when you are called 'Reddy.'
I think you will be surprised to see
what a long way it will go toward do
ing away with the nickname you dis
like so much."
Harry promised to try, and ha
looked as if he really meant It.
About a month later he came to hla
mother with an important announce
ment. "The boys have got a new
name for me." he said. "They don't
call me 'Reddy any more. It's a
"What is it?" asked his mother,
with some anxiety.
"It's 'old boy,' " said Harry, with a
"Why," said Mrs. Wood, rather
doubtfully, "old boy doesn't seem to
me like such a very nice name."
"Oh, but it is! The boys mean It
for a nice name that's what makea
the difference. And if you'd been
called 'Reddy' all your life, I guess
you'd think 'old boy was real splen
did." "At any rate, it is the reward of
your overcoming," his mother said.
Jessie Brown Poundsin the King'