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r. 'i p.- in it? V. Love at First Sight. By Winifred Oliver. HE inan or wbman who loves at first sight misses half the sweetness in the game of love. The process called "falling in love" is second only in sweetness to the actual fact of loving. For. the one who. tumbles headlong into this blissful state there are many surprises in store. Having fallen in love with the shadow, they proceed to investigate the substance, and sometimes' the substance is alarmingly disillusionizing. Poets have thrown a glamour over love at. first sight. They have brought much beauty of thought and word to bear on the sub ject. Their theories are beautiful, but not convincing. Do we not love the rose that we have watched bud and blossom more than we do the one which is thrust upon us in full abloom? Love at first sight is not the deepest' aud truest of loves. How could it be? We cannot learn the whole creed of hne in one lesson. i - ",' , Z: j ' .True love learns to condone the faults as well as to extol the virtues Ol the loved one. Love at first sight knows not the faults and has but a superficial idea of the virtues. It is too ideal and ethereal a state of affairs to last. It o-eous, gleaming bubble which, may burst at any moment, ana wnat is JL is a jor left0 Nothinc Lut wounueu nopes anu gray mumm-ies. Examine well the love which thrusts itself too suddenly upon you; be very cure that it is love and not mere fascination before you succumb to it. True love does not come as a thief in the night nor like an electric shock. From a small beginning it gradually spreads into an irresistible force, which sweeps all before it. In love at first sight there is no gradual perception f love's charms and blandishments. There Is no glad capitulation after a pro tracted siece; it is all sudden, stunning. Paradise is attained with no apprecia tion of the joys "which led to it. We must learn the lesson of loving by constant conning of love's alphabet. It is a sweet, lesson and happy the man or woman who learns it by earnest application and hot-by having it thrust upon them. JCew York Journal. .. Art of By Lieutcnant-Go'vernor Curtis Gould Jr. f-SBES23C3SEM'p HE part that the public speaker plays in our National life Is fa f - f miliar enough, but the manner and method of it have changed in late years almost as-much as the methods of the stage. Th old-fashioned stumper "would carry little weight to-day, thouih in that select class that still regards politics as "low" a poet ical speaker is still supposed to deal largely in personalises varied with comic stories more or less rejecting upon the methods and morals of the opposite party. . ' It is a hopeful sign of the future that though abuse of men in public life unhappily still exists,- it is no. longer effective. The speaker who fails to recognize the honest intentions of honest men who disagree with him carries no conviction. Neither are audiences who assemble at political meet ings satisfied with smooth generalities phrased in gracious language or even with the sarcasm, wit and buffoonery which may and does provoke their amuse ment and applause., , - The speaker who wishes to attract votes to his party to-day must have something more than a pleasing personality and a smooth tongue. He must etate specific facts and present specific evidence in support of his argument. Mingling with a crowd in North Dakota during the speech of a noted orator on a certain National issue, I heard his general statement as to the attitudes of the respective parties in Congress received with utter incredulity and disbelief. 1. few weeks afterward I heard a Massachusetts Congressman present the same issue in Massachusetts. He did not indulge in eloquent generalities. He pro duced a copy of the Congressional Record, read the essential part of the bill in question, read the vote and invited the audience to examine the official record. That speech counted. The man with convictions who talks to his audience and tells them what he knows and believes, has taken the place of the gentleman who left his audience amused, but not instructed. The preparation of a political speech that is to be effective involves much hard study and investigation. Eren then it is likely to fall utterly in its purpose if, in the excitement of delivery, the speaker over states his case or forgets the' rules of courtesy, which happily for our political future, are now more and more observed by 'all parties. An Age of Dyspepsiao By the Rev. Dr. G. R. Van De Water. O far as I know Wall Street is no more wicked than 'any other street and dealing in stocks no worse than dealing In hides. Our country owes more to "Wall Street and stock exchanges than is realized or appreciated. Business is a good thing and work a divine order. A man who does not work Is a leech on society. The man who never rests wastes, and waste Is sin. There is no real business in rushing, but real business is the exercising of common "sense. We" are in danger of a great commercial decline, because men as a wThole are too much interested in 'the' selfish motive, to get wealthy, and in consequence the great National questions are not getting the unbiased, unselfish, heartfelt consideration which they should Jiave at large in the hearts of the Nation's men. There are thousands of men who do not take time to eat properly. The sidewalks are filled with a "rushing, hurrying, bustling crowd of men, women and children who are rushing through life. There are more things going on in week than car. properly be done in a month. This disposition Is stamping j out family life and instincts. It is entering the church and shortening the feer- i mons. The State is affected: 'by it. The dominant spirit Is to get wealthy, and ! this is tending to make our halls of government more like marts of commerce. lAie not United States Senators optioned in some cases to the highest bidder? 'A poor man cannot go to the United States Senate.! The first consideration is .always, "Can I afford to go?" The business spirit is crushing out the sweeter elements. Home should re ceive first attention; yet how many children are greater strangers to their fathers, and often mothers, than to the servants? How many men are there Tvho really take time to indulge in the luxury of doing nothing? As a result Ave. have an age of dyspepsia, morose dispositions, sleepless nights and selfish humanity. I am glad to see that the remedy is beginning to be applied, and that men are beginning to realize that their bodies need rest and recreation; to eee that they have immortal souls; that truth is truth in business as well as anywhere. , . & Animals ad Intoxication. By Ellen Velvin, F. Z. S. LTHOUGILIt has often been said, when speaking of drunken ness, that even the beasts of the field do not get drunk, it is, iisvertheless, a fact that a great many animals do get intoxi cated. Take the elephant, for instance. He is particularly fond of the fruit of the Unganu tree, and although he appears to have some idea that it Is not good for him, he will go on eating, when he has once begun, until he is wildly excited, and so in toxicated that he will stagger from side to side. Every now and then he will pull himself up, shake his huge head, and tear madly through the forest trumpeting at the top of his voice, and terrifying jvery living creature. It is said that he will even dare and defy his most Jreaded enemy, the tiger, when in this condition, but we have no means of veri fying this. It is well known, however, that an elephant is in a most dangerous condition -when suffering from the effects of eating this beautiful fruit, and all vrh6 can take care to keep out of his way as much as possible. The sloth bear is another animal given to this failing. The natives of India re in the habit of hanging little vessels on the palm trees for catching the juice. This, juice is so attractive to the sloth bear that, although such a poor climber, he will .scramble up, and go on drinking the juice until he is so drunk that he can only slip helplessly to the ground, and lie there ina drunken stupor tmtil the effects have passed off. the Sl0th bea-r ls 1101 the only animal h0 if so partial to this juice o? he palm tree. The curious fruit, or fox, bats (family Pteropodidae), are par ocularly fond of it. This peculiar little combination of beast and bird, with , -ItS if fOX -like face ' reddish fnrrxr lwlx- nml Woof tirinnn i 1. iellcate membrane of which is always quivering down to the very tips, will &Yrto thesev vessels in nmT-.ifVir Vfr?4-v, t,i " - - .wi j iwm -""Jt. uuuuicus ui uis companions, ana ey wih suck the juice until the ground below the tree will be dark with the bodies of these bats, who will lie there too , helplessly intoxicated to move or flefend themselves, no matter what mav turn tin. The biggest drunkard of all Is, perhaps, the palm civet. So addicted is this annual W lUB-uuuwug naDit mat ne nas oeen termed the toddy cat. And a inore helpless, foollsh-looTcing creature than he is when he is thoroughly intoxi . tatea witn tne p;Um juice It would be difficult to find. There are many other animals given to this failing, but all those I have spoken of live in India and it jtiay be that the heat which induces extreme thirst-a frequent excuse 'amon , . nf ft is the direct cause of it. Collier's Weekly. . . THE DREAMER'S JOY. I have no heaps of roM; I aay Kot leave my work and fare aray - tZ To where th old world's wonders are. I may not climfr the pyramid, Or stand where; Romau H-ii4o did To meet the Son of Hamiicar. ttv ' I toil withiu a narrow ssone ' - And claim fewitreasors as my owa, Yet God baa Pleased me royally. '" For,..fllIed with dreams, I often sit ' xAnd taste of joys I'd have with it If fortune some day fll to me. ; ' 6. E. Kiser, in the Chicago Reeord-Herald. - 4-.-. ; , , : t '.,.:: I Hope Deirefl: Of course, she had always been of an Imaginative turn, and had seen things rather romantically; besides having a gift of words. But she had never thought of writing a story, not even a little poem, such a3 a great many school girls xrlte girls, some of them,' with little imagination, and still less gift of words. Then came her valedic tory, which was praised and printed, and part of it reprinted in a city paper. After that she decided to write. There was plenty to write of and she was buoyant, full of enthusiasm and young. It seemed but natural to her that she should write ror the young at first, believing) that with added skill she vould be fitted later for a mature audience. To rite skillfully for the 'oung is hardly the lesser art; but she did not realize this, nor the value nor charm of her-work. She was surprised, very much sur prised, and ol, so delighted, when there came to lieT, perhaps a fortnight later, a brief and apprehensive note from the editor of The Juvenile, and a check not a large one, for they did not pay much in those days of a quar ter of a century back; but the letter and the check jmade her blood dance and bound and quiver tind sent her far out into the fields, to lie in the tall grass and look! up at the sky, and to" whisper oyer and over to herself that she was an author! an author! a real live author whp wrote for this great new publication5 for the young which from the far away city had sent her a check for her first story, and had asked for more! Dearjhcart! it is good to be young and alive, looking up to the sky and to feel ;that somewhere in the big world there? is a place for us. It seems almost too bad that she did not persevere. s6 many have persevered with so much less encouragement. A fair start and an open way why was it that love must come along just then o divert and hijnder. True, she did not undertake the second story, but the same evening shje met Tom for the first time, and that night as she lay looking out at the star4,. she was not so sure that being an edjitor was the best thing in thei woeW, after all. She finally gave it up, and told Tom all about it when she became engaged to him and of course Tom told her; that when they were married she should write stories all day long if she wanted to. That was easy for Tom to say. No doubt he meantj it, too, at the time. But you see, during the first year there was the little neV home to fix up, and during the next jyear there was a little new baby to cuddle and care for, while with other years! there were other little new babies and! cares, and the house grew larger, and-more leaves were add ed to the extension table, though the lingering hope of one day finding time, to write did no wholly die until the second and perhaps even the third baby came along. ! She, gave up the idea then altogether, and with what eemed an added rea son, for her first story sold to The Juvenile had nver besn printed! True, she had hpard that for one rea son and another! magazines sometimes delayed publication for as much as four or five years, and she was rather pleased at first ttat perhaps her oldest her boy, would be able to understand by the time "mother's story" appeared. They watched for it together at last; but when seven ears had passed since it was written she began to despair of it ever appearing. When eight or nine years had gone their way she put the matter out of her mind altogether, and regarded herself as fortunate that she had not adopted literature as a calling. The manuscript 1 had doubtless been forgotten and destroyed. She would for get, too. . Not so with thh children. The tradi tion of a story" that their mother had written and soldi to their favorite pub- . f "' ' A. ' J.- ncauon was every precious to mem, and each numbet of The Juvenile was searched carefuliy and with a fresh pang of disappointment as each month passed and added itself to tne years that brought them to manhood and womanhood, with lives and homes and cares of their owh. She was all done at last she and Tom. The house jwas much too big for them now. and the table had been nar rowed down lea by leaf until it was just where it was when they began more than twenty-five years before. She was still in the prime of life, and they were not rich enough to travel. Tom, who had been hurt in a runaway ten years before had never quite re covered, and the burden of the family had been heavy on his shoulders. Once she even thoughti vaguely of writing as a help; she had; plenty of time now. But she put it out of her mind quickly, and went across j the way to visit her "little girl" -who had married the month before. j . , Even Joe Matthewson, who had him self been writings for ten years or more, and connected editorially with the big newspapers, eveft Joe did not realize that a magazine inay carry unpublished manuscripts in iis safev for a period of a quarter of a century. He had read Jokes about sucli things, but these he f had considered as exaggerations. Prob ably some of the things he had reaa were exaggerated, but during his first day as assistant editor of the ''Juven ile'1 he realized that, . after all, the comic papers had enlarged less than he supposed. " - ' In a great safe he found bundles of dusty MSS., some of them very old. When he ventured to mention, the mat ter to his chief the latter laughed. . "Accumulations of the ages," he said, "Most of them good enough once, but held up for one reason or another un til they were out of date or didn't suit some new policy of: the magazine, or maybe we got something better in the same line. .There might be some among the old ones that we' could use now, though old things are good every seven years, you know. When you want a little recreation look them over.' . ;' - ' - 'J - '- -: . The managing editor had intended the last remark half in jest, but Joe being the "new broom" in the office was determined to "sweep clean," and look them over he did. It took a long while, for there were more of them than he had calculated upon. j The oldest one had been there lince the first month of the magazine's publication a misfit from the start, and bought probably in fear that enough j good fits would not be easily obtained. These things made Joe sad for he had a tender heart, and being a writer himself he knew that the mero money return is only a small part of the writer's reward. He could close his eyes and imagine the ambitious young authors waiting month after montn for the appearance of their work, final ly giving up in despair and perhaps un dertaking some trade or profession in which the rewards were either purely material or at least not so long de ferred, i- ' But th& managing editor, who had grown hardened with time, feigned in difference. "So much the better," he laughed. "The fellows that wrote some of those things, and quit, are most likely presidents of railroads or life insurance companies by this time, with salaries ! of fifty thousand a year. If they'd kept on writing they'd been poorer now than when they started." Joe came to the end of the great pile one afternoon. The last MSS. bore a date of twenty-six years before, and was written in a queer schoolgirl sort of a hand. The paper was yellow and ink faded, but the little story of coun try life it told was as fresh and tender and life : breathing today as when the imaginative, warm-blooded girl had been made glad by its acceptance, and, lying in the tall grass, and looking up at the blue sky, and calling herself an author, found the world was good, be cause she believed that somewhere in it was a high place which she might one day hope to win. Perhaps psychologically something of all this came to Joe as he sat staring out on a crowded square, that" was no longer a crowded square, but green fields and sunlit river of the little for- 'wotten tale. I 4 W A . A All wnat s xne matter, jviaunewson : asked the managing editor when Joe came in "and laid the yellow MSS. on his desk. "You don't look well." "I'm not I'm heartsick at the thought of the girl who could write that story waiting and growing old without seeing it printed. We haven't a better thing, in the safe, and never will have." . The managing editor saddened a lit tle, too. "Oh, well, we are all growing old together," he said; then he picked lip the story and ran his eyes down the first page, "Why, yes, I remember this," he continued. "I thought this a charming piece of .work at the time and wrote to the author for more. She nev er sent anything else, and for that" rea son I hesitated about using this.' I feared it might not he original. The handwriting is rather girlish, you see, and I was rather young then ' and I couldn't afford to get caught. -Then by and by I forgot it. No doubt it was all right. And I wish we " could get stories like that today. Isuppose the author died, or married, or something Ja arnr nil the years of waiting,. In - - - .., it' offering to our readers uus muuu i,r hrautiful little story, ' ; "Hopes Afield." It seems even better today than , when we took it so long ago. Indeed, we must offer this as our only excuse for the delay; but you must allow us to add to bur . original payment another check for an equal amount in oraer to make the price something near what we would pay for such a story today, arid we trust that, undismayed by the inn waiting, you will let us have many such from your pen. Wa are, my dear madam. -p "The Juvenile Company." The the woman listened, and saw the "little jrfrl" with the letter and check in! her hand, all her youth and joy and' ambition came surging back. "Oh, little r-frl " fch ft cried. "I must I must go out Into the tall grass once more and look up at the sky! A. B. Paine in the Pathfinder. "Perhaps," said Joe, "but I'd stake my life on it being her own work. Sup pose we jtry to find what; became of her. We might try the old address." : Half way across the street she met the postmaster, who handed her a let ter. She i recognized the envelope of The Juvenile a notice probably of their expiring subscription. She would let it expire, she thought: They had continued It only for the "little girl who had married the month before. They did not need it any longer. Then some one called, and looking up she saw the "little girl" running down the path to meet her. The "little girl" was waving something in her hand something which the woman recognized as, a copy of The Juvenile. ; -..j "Oh mamma, mamma!" she panted breathlessly, as she came near. "Your story your beautiful story! They've printed it at last!" The woman took the bright new copy of the publication and opened at the place indicated. Her hands trembled a little, and something came ' into her eyes that blotted out the fair printed page and beautiful illustrations. She glanced at the unopened letter in her hand; that made it seem even more real. Then, still in a dream, she tore off the cover, and saw a typawritten sheet, with something tinted and fold ed, something that ' made her heart bound and quiver, as It had done so long . ago. It was a check she could see it was that but the typewritten letter blurred, and she handed it to the mue gin. me "little, girl" gave it one hasty glance, then "Listen! Listen! she cried. "Oh mamma, listen! " Then she read joy ously; , ."Dear Madam We take great pleas- THE WARY LOON. Traits of the Bird on Land and Wa iter Trials of the Gunners. No one who has tried to get within gunshot of a great northern" diver when the latter floats free upon the water will over believe there is any sense in the expression "as crazy as a loon.-" ; No other bird, save the grebe, perhaps, is more aquatic than this and not even the grebe is his superior at diving and swimming. His powerful les', set far back, almost at I tho extremity of his body, are as highly favorable to movement in the water as they 'are unfavorable to movement; on the land. In the water the loon is a bird, a fisli and an otter in one; on the land where he is very seldom seen, by the way -his movements are almost painful in .their clumsiness. At least, this is usually the case; we can hard- rly (consider it invariably so, in view of Audubon's statement concerning a wounded and terrified locn which, he says, ran 100 yards on dry land and another hundred j'ards through ankle-, Seep wate, stumbling now and then, but still traveling so fast that his son, J.'W. Audubon, an active young man, could' not overtake it before it reached deep vator, where it suddenly expired. Concerning the position of the leg of the loon, there is an. ancient legend. Whn the maker of the universe was making this bird He forgot all about the (legs; but as it flew away he re membered jthe omission, and threw the legs after it. Naturally they struck the hind( part of the body, and there stuck. But, however they got there, they answer tiiej loon's purpose very well, as any one who has pursued him in a boat will tell you. The usual exper- tencje is this: The loon swims along with head, neck and an inch or so of bis hack above the surface of the wa ter until the boat comes almost with in gunshot. I Then, if no sudden move ment has been made, he is likely to sinkj gently out of sight, and come to the Surface again well out of range. At! a sudden movement, or the slightest sound, like the "cocking" of a gun, it will dive with incredible speed and swim under water to a great distance, repeating the trick as often as jthe pursuer has patience to renew, the chase. Ass a rule,j the northern diver, when pursued, will endeavor to keep to, the open water, where he trusts to his diving powers to save him from . his eneniies, taking wing only in very ex ceptional casesv If he be cornered or dfiven toward the shore, he will dive ilike a flash, and. swimming rap idly junder the boat, arise far out of gunshot on the other side. But experienced gunners seldom hunt i loons in this way, unless for the fun 6f watching his skill as a water man.! They usually wait until autumn, when the birds are migrating, and shoot them from a boat as they pass high overhead. Often, while lying in wait for birds on the wing, these gun ners see other loons riding among the whitecaps. Now and then a great, crested wave will come rolling along, diver in the flood, but the plucky bird at the last moment T will turn upon the monster, . and diving through its liquid base, will quickly reappear in the quiet water on the other side. Loons- often fall victims to their curiosity. Gunners who know their weakness will lie concealed in the reeds, with gu ns af the "ready." On seeing, a loom swimming at, a dis tance! they will wave a hat or a hand kerchief for an instant and then with draw it. The loon will be sure to see this" and the chances are that he will start j toward it, swimming and diving alternately. If ho pauses, up will go the signal again, and again the bird will advance. When well within gun shot, j a trigger is pulled, and the mod ern breech loader at short range is one tjoo many even for the lightning dive of a loon. Washington Post The Site of the White House. ; The site for the president's palace, as the first maps name it was selected' by President j Washington and Major L'Enfant when they laid out the fed eral city in 1792. They purposed to have the president's house and the capitol reciprocally close to the long vista formed by Pennsylvania avenue and they alsojlaid out a park-like con nection between the two great build ings, j af ter the manner now proposed by the park p ommission. The plans for the house,: selected by Washington and Jefferson as the result of a corn petition In which L'Enfant took part were j drawn by James Hoban, a na tive of t Dublin, and a medal man of the Society of Arts of that city Charles Moore in the Century. . In Belgium there are no extensive forests or timber lands, and wood for all purposes- must-be Imported. ' iide of No Arbitration. "I thmk I've earned a kiss," he The lights burned low, thV v AC lV. . She whispered with averted heart " Tis not worth while to arbitr'-- ft Boston RETENTIVE. Wantanno "What a nieiw have! - Did you ever forget aovt-L " all your life?" Duzno (after profound tho ' Wi that f non m V. ,. ' "tk HUl luai, jl vau icuivuiutr. BaH't I THAT FETCHED Hjy iiaru ; "Yes, indeed. I had to shod tears iJ New York Journal. TOO GREAT A STRAIN. "What is the mattah with 'The doctor says it is brain fa-' . "Just as I expected. I told the ceail fellow he nan bettan let his manfe -mt his spring neckties for hlm.'-jfj. I racuse reraia. ONLY HALF THE TRUTH. Wife (during the quarrel) "Yes, aj people say you only married rae forar money." - Husband" "People are wron;. ej dear. They overlook the fact that. van also had considerable real estate"- Chicago News. HOW COULD HE? Teacher "Johnny, can you ?rj 'catch?" Johnny "No'm." Teacher "Well, then, comsupromy desk and" look it up in the dictiociT." Johnny "If I can't spell khwM I find it?" New York Times. NEW IMPOSITION. Harris "Walters has been looklcg pretty sad since his daughter got inn ried, hasn't he?" .v . Correll "Yes, you see, he had m sooner got his-daughter off his hands than he found he would have to p her husband on his feet; -Tora & Country. . THE COOK STAYS. Mrs. Newbride "How does Ite Henry Peck manage to keep tb.it coo of hers?" Mrs. Oldhand "She threatened ft leave, but Mrs: Peck would not give a recommendation, and she wouldn't go without one and they are both stab- born." Judge. . did "What a lucky thing it is that 1 not take the advice of my trie :nds and these mountains." Fliegende. Blaette. , ' . GROWN BOOKISH. "Josh writes that he is spenjto' heap o' time with his books," said m Corntossel. , ' "Yes,'.' answered her husband. . was kind o' battered in the last W ball game, an' I reckon they's notn fur him to do fur a. few days esc p to stay in his room an' study." Va" mgton Star. - THE MUSEUM METHOD. Museum Agent "What's wron? our new midget? He doesn't seem draw." . Manager "Of comte not. See ba a mess you've made of the sal, ments. You've put his height at tfi feet. Make it thirty-six inches and people will come with a rush." Xork Weekly. . " !l P.' t 1
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