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dorp.
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spirit hark
To undiscovered lands suptentely fair.
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turn
And voyage. wraUh-Mkn. to its cloud
hung rim.
Thou wouldat not car* for pralrr And.
If, perrhanre.
Some hand held out to thee a laurel
bough.
Thou wouldat not claim on> lent, hut
fondly turn
To lay thy tribute a tan at hla feet.
ACCOfIPLISMMENTS
Outside of the Realms of Art. ftuslc
and Letters.
She flung herself dejectedly Into a
low chair, sighing heavily.
•‘lsn't it wonderful what magnificent
work some women arc ahle to accom
plish. I have been reading of the
gloriously h'--or deed of the Red
Crots nurses, ar.d for the first time is
my life I believe I am a little en
vious.”
“Envious of what?” arker her
friend.
“Why, of the ability to be of some
use in the world, of course. Think
what a privilege It 1* to be of actual
service. When I lost my voice, just
as I was about to accept that longed
for position in the choir. It aeetn. d
very hard, and then I knew it was for
the best and accepted it. I thought
ther ewould be a great deal more for
me to do, but there seems noihing. My
voice was my only talent. I never
could play or paint or write or do any
of those charming things. It would
have teen a great privilege to be a
hospital nurse, but I haven't the
strength for that. It certainly
seems that I am not intended to be
good for anything. I am afraid,”
sighing again, “that I am growing just
the least bit rebellious.”
“It is not at all like you to be dis
pirited. mv dear. What will those of
us who are dependent upon your sun
shine do. if yon are going to allow
yourself to sit behind a cloud?"
“Yes. I know It is not like me to
give up. but I feel discouraged today.
There is so much to do in this busy
•world and so little of it put into my
hands. It is sweet of you to speak
of my sunshine, but I am afraid people
gain very little good from it."
“No. That is where you are wrong.
Come sit here uear tr.e and let us talk
it all out." And the older woman
beckoned invitingly to a low stool at
her feet. __ * „
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b(HMi Maffxrtt «ua<4 &<H afford a.
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*ba boa oft* of tW ffr(UH»t I ba««*
nim ibis aooaoo. all mad# out of oor
old Military TWb# tb#ra «rrra iba
hot# of tba two otbar Utile stria who
f roiiNl oot so to arbool (of tab of
1 worn#*Mrs to artmr.
“Hcvh* I hare got finished y*<
"Our pretty lit tto friend Mat door
tu |u doubt as to whether she should
spend her ancle's check for an even
'tag wrap or a much neecd jacket.
You settled the quest to a for her by
tta‘. tni over tier old velvat cloak with
lace off a summer silk. In awh a way
that It < annot be distinguished front a
new forty dollar wrap. I heard her
t say It cost her juat t m cense for col
lar canvass. No first class dreaa
-1 sadcr would have had the patience lo
* steam and press the old vulval, and
•to spend two hours in trying to cut
tba patt cn advantageously, and an or
dinary sewing woman could not possi
bly hare given It that air of styls and
the beautiful finish of all (he details.
That was cot the only cloak. Mine la
’the envy of all beholders. The tna
ter al coat me seventeen dollar*. The
rloak would have coat forty-five In the
j (hops.
“The little widow In the corner has
I mytterldusly reared a cape made of the
It loth exactly like the black skirt : ou
j pretended was 100 short for you. Ye*
j 1 insist upon going on, You Invented
and prepared several dishes for dys
! peptic Mrs. A., and made the children
! your friends for life by teaching th< tn
J how to make delicious randy that
j would not soil th kitchen floor. You
! helped the cook by showing her a lees
fatiguing method of Heating biscuits.
I Yon cleared fifty dollars for the church
society by your unique entertainment,
and ydu have taught three old ladles
how to amuse themselves with carding
j and quilting.
"I must take breath, but that is not
i all. and you must not try to Interrupt
| me again
“It was under your skilful direction,
: and by meant of your superior ta“ie,
that your friend. Miss B's, home is tho
dream of loveliness it is this fall.
I Robert would have had to pay five dol
lar* to learn the new wind dance. If
you bad not taught him. The little
; gjrls could not have taen their picnic
! last week, if you had not offered to
|drive the trap. The dinner last night
, would have been a doleful failure, had
I you not come to the rescue with those
| funny negro stories. Anna tells me
i you kept her friends gloriously rnt.er
! talnod at the luncheon with your palm
listry.
“AH this has been done within three
I weeks. Would you do all of the*
' world’s work ?
“No, I have not finished yet, and you
'arc very rude to intertupt me so often.
II have not nearly finished Not long
| ego I met ijomc one from your city,
and she was rclllng me of your dread
ful month of suffering in the hospital.
She said that even your deplored bad
health had proven a blessing to oth
ers. She told me of the messages, the
fruit and the flowers you constantly
sent from your room to the rooms of
the others. She said you were like
sunshine In the lives of the tired nur
ses. and she described in detail the
pretty supper at which you entertained
twelve of the nurses when you return-
THB A.T7OTTST-A. STTISI DAY HfiIKJLT.XD
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i tib# owi ba antablUty bfwasM.
moat attar ba too tiraft to talk of too
tlraft to Maw#o. l*b# siwu bat# a fair
♦d. rafiMi to tba Kosliftb broorW#
aor*w #»*ioatHios of Itpaotab ooft
Vrvß.% end ha** • through hm>w.
le## Of the leading fnipuler toplre us
i fi#t ohatWr la tba rra r m of ort.
! >M#ra iintlr or pat koto##
ller manner muM he hath graceful
Bl i grite oue. end her tnet Ann Ice*
dhe muet nmer thaw emberremmcni,
•and timidity, and muet be vleerUm*
, wishout b< lag either roneplriKNi*ly
tloud or self mmertlee. She muet dtf*r
l« the nplnione of thow older *h»n
be reel! but muet be original In *P* ’* h
end thought. Abe muet h*«w how lo
net n* ‘lntern nnd nn guent. nod muet
! unitrnlend hew to meet without em
berrenement any curtlngntu y that may
;ari«# -Hh# woai accept th# attaottara
of men with cnee and saturate.** but
, muet not lake them aa a matter o.*
'ranae rr atek them She muet under
etand when M U win* for h*r lo aaoo
i. irte with, and whom to let alooa. She
i mutt be charming to other •enmer.
whether they ate cider or young.r
than hrruelf. and rat**i Join all the to
, pniar rlulie and rherltabl* crganlaa
: (iQgg In rhirh are friends lntereaitd.
Hhe ntiul-well, the inuat. In *hort.
he perfection, and even then ehe a ll
he weiglied In the balaree and fund
wanting.
R \NDOt.PH Cl-AUSEN.
A Hero of the nerrlroac Receive* H'a
Final Naturalization Paper*-
| Randolph Clauavn. boatswain'* mate
’of *he cruiser Nrw York, who ia one of
! th* uten who accompanied Lieut. Hob-
Iwon. when he sunk the Merrtmac at the
entrance •<> the harbor »f Santiago, ha*
1 received the final paper* from I'nited
[state* l>l*trlet Judge Addison Brown.
The Judge shook hand* with the sailer
and asked a number of questions about
i ihe daring exploit Clausen wa* evi
idently embarrassed by the crowd whieh
i had gathered In the rooirg and he heav
l rd a big sigh of relief when he got out
1 into the corridor.
i Clausen denies the report that he
I Stowed himself away on the Merrimac
In order to accompany the expedition.
I "1 did not stow myself away," he said
l “Lieut. Hobson remarked that he want
'd! another man. and I stepped up and
1 got hi* permission to go. I had made
up my mind, though, that I would go
anyhow, for things were getting dull
down there and we all wanted a little
excitement.
“You got It, did you not? he was
tt *"WeU.” replied Clausen, "for about
twenty minutes It was lively enough. I
might say things were hot."
Clausen has been in this country
slric" 18S1, and took out his first nat
uralization papers several years ago.
"I have started to get my speond pa
per several times before," he said, “but
somehow or other I didn't reach here.
J have got a year to serve to complete
Im v second term in the navy, and when
I am discharged I think I’ll try to get
i a j o h on the police force or ns a fireman
pother Job’s a good one, and you get a
chance at a little excitement now and
then.*’ . , „
Clausen is on a seven day* leave of
absence from the New York, and Is
stopping In the city with his wife
New York Sun.
There are Lots of Them.
Washington Star.
Vguinaldo is merely one of a large
number of people who make the plfa
of patriotism an excuse for bei.tg
troublesome.
An old bachelor says there Is but
one thing sweeter than love’s young
a, cam, and that is to wake up and
find yourself still single.
As long as a roan Is able to keep out
of a dentist’s chair he may be able to
suffer In elleaic.
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judfar. of their ehlldron at heart.
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, r Carlyle routine •. aaddmed In
■i.uie t>y ih. c'idgr.itbut of the wrltere
eiater t« Canada, follouej by the d.*atb
hi* venerate* mother. «hl< h he dr
at til*-* in a touching and rev .rent let
ter lo hi* *i»t-r. Other tetter* d.»l
'with the tom htlon t.f hi* Cromwelt.
laud other literary *trog(lc* and irt
[wnitth*. , I
| Charlea T. Cttpeltrnd, the editor *»» the
Carlyk eerie*, mcompante* the in*lal-j
■meat v tih an appreciative paper upon
• the inertia untl lieSUtte# 'if Carlyle*
I tetter*, concluding that If he had no
other tin# to Immortality, he would
survive «» one of the most remarkable
of Knglteh letter-wrltei*.
The Haiti* of th« Wrong Inr reaaa* In
Intenaliy ** » airpranehea the end.
yhorl stories, poem* and an Interesting
'and Judb lou* paper on Thackeray, by (
H,nry I>. Bedgwlcft, Jr , make up a
well-balanced and vlgoruua number.
November Harper’s.
i The leading feature* of Hunefa
1 Magaalne for November ar* TorpeJo-
I l oat Bcrvlce,” by Ueutenant J. C. Me
| mi nt, commanding the Porter, Mustra-
Itct hv H. ltenterdahl: “Blamarek, by
Bhlney Whitman, with an engraving
by K. Schladit*. of a hitherto unpub
llahed portrait; "With the Fifth
i by Frederic Remington, Illustrated byi
the author; ’Our Heaboard telamte on
I the Paclllc," by John E. Bennett rich- j
ly lllu.trated by drawing* '>y Orßon
I Lowell, Henry McCarter and Harry j
: Kt nn; "Hoclal Use In the Vrltteh Ai
-1 my," third paper, by » Brltteh oW«W.
I Illustrated l-y K. Caton Woodv He.
I "Eaatward Eapanaton of the Hnited
Hiatt» " by Archlfrahl K- Colquhouii .
and "Home Recentt Exploration*. I’V
■j. Heott Keltic, LI- t,ec - l{ ’
' In addition to "Hun-Down’* ‘."fj*'' 1 *
Self " by Frederic Remington, the tle :
' tlon of the Novefnlter "uml|cr «»f,Har-
I f.-’H Magazine. Include* Hally, th
eighth of the old Cheater tales, by Mar
garet Deland, Illustrated by Howatd
Pyle; Family, a uto
!ry of wartimes In Manila, by Henrietta,
j Dana Skinner; "A Reurleal, written
! and Illustrated by H. W. MeVlckar
land the two serials, An Ang.l In
1 Web." by Julian Ralph. and Tin
t Moan O’ Life," by William McLennan
i anf | j jtj Mrltwratthi Illustrated by
IF. de M.vrbarh. "The Drawer" opens
with "The Lady of Lions, by \Vllmol
Ft ice, Illustrate-'' by W. A. Rogers,
'and contain* skits by Albert Dec, Ol
iver Ht-tford, and a golf poem by John
Kendrick Ban;*.
Tligy That Walk In Darkness.
Mr. I. Zangwill will contribute to tic-
Christmas number of the l’a'l Mall
Magazine a very touching and po ver-.
full Ohetto tale, "They That Walk In
Darkness," In which oddly enough, Mr.
7. angwlll deals Inctdently with Roman
Catholicism and Papal ceremony. Mr.
L. Raven Hill contributes several strik
ing illustrations,
A Triple Engagement.
The complete novel In the November
Issue of I.lpolncott’s, "A Tale of F.n
--1 anglcment," by Mrs. Burton Harri-
S.in has Us scenes mainly In Spain and
England. The hero Is an American,
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of Mouth lertwbto the iimHuaPm «f
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c. nuined the Oral of f«ur ‘ hactnlng
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son. Mi Henry N.-wttoll tonirlbute*
a poem, and the frontteph-c • I* an rich-
A FANTASY OF FLAME.
(Written for the Sunday Herald.)
Twelve strokes from the distant town
clock announced that the hour had
come for the -nldnlght run at th* Uni-
Ivy Iron Work* near Birmingham,
The long shed that covered the cart
ing mold* formed ihe background of a
picture worthy the genius of a Rem
brandt. In Ita darkest recesses crowd
ed the swarthy, blackened workmen,
waiting for the mol ten Iron to pour
|out, and looking. In the sombre shad
ows. like fiends from Hades. On the
other aide, In the full blaze of the
electric lights, stood a group of visi
tors waiting breathlessly for the gorg
eous spectacle.
That ihe group was composed of ul
tra-fashionuble New Yorkers was evi
dent at a glance. They were “doing"
the South, and were decidedly bored
in the process. They knew their own
world thoroughly, and were athirst for
new experiences, for new sensations.
Here, at least, something decidedly
novel could bf; expected.
Prominent in the group was a man
with a clear-cut face, thin lips, and
piercing black eyes. He, of all the
watchers, was most absorbed in the
scene, seeming to find the sombre
workmen of more Interest than the
furnace.
"I have never before seen Val Sian
ley so fascinated by anything but a
pietiy woman," said one man to an
other.
The cither shrugged his shoulders
suggestively. “There is in this scene
something of the same element that
appeals to him most in women—a sug
gestion of mysterious diabolism. This
might be called a hit from ’Paradise
Lost,' you know."
"But that saintly wife of his—"
".Saintly! Great heavens, man!
where are your intuitions?"
Then they were interrupted; for,
with a rush and roar the furnace doors
flew open, and the seething masses
leaped forth. Wildly they hurled them
selves down their narrow beds-blazing
and boiling with ihe heat that pene
trates the very soul —gleaming and
glowing with the terrible ferocit" of
the rivers of Hell. Each tiny flame
was a living serpent that hlsslngly
raised its blue or yellow head and then
1 writhed in the torture or extermina
tion, as it was smothered to death in
the kiss of its neighbor, while the red
sparks danced and whirled in dizzy
ing glee.
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But ih* while-lieat heart of th*|
flames ' <mc*ntrated in the form of a
woman dressed In dazzling whit* with
hair of burnished bronze that wlutll- j
lated with wondt rful lights. She stood
siMirt from the other*, nn the very
brink of the flood, as though she w re
some bright but fallen *pirl» waiting
at the bottomless any** to be carried
.cross to where the weird slisdows so
like dread spectres, waved threatening
arms toward her.
They all forgot the furnace in watch
ing her.
"Thl. Is the River Lethe, and "die
longs to drink and forget,’’ said the
man who wad spoken of "Paradise
Lost." ‘‘She has always seemed to me
to be a woman with a pust, I/Ktk at
Stanley. He is unpleasantly like Meph-
Istopheles with that smile on his face
us he watches her.”
"It is a smile of intoxication at his
wife’s beauty. Or at least I should
think so. if she were not his wife. For
a plan to he in love with his wife
would be preposterous.”
And sttll the woman stood there as
though carved from stone, and sttll
Stanley watched her with that strange
smile, his lynx-like eyes seeming to
pierce into her soul.
From out the depths of the shadows
beyond the river of iron, a man came
and stood opposite her. To ail except
two of the party he was a common
workman. The woman saw in his hair
the sun-rays of a high noon in Au
gust, and from his eyes to hers flashed
a spark from the crushed but not ex
tinguished heart of a dead midsummer.
They smiled as their eyes met. Only
Stanley, recognizing the face, knew
what the smile meant. Among other
things it meant the key to un enigma
that had been puzzling him for some
time.
To the woman, the burning iron al
her feel had become a heap of crimson
roses crushed by the dancers’ feet,
whose measured tapping beat out the
words:
“Still as the night.
Deep as the sea,
Thy love would be for me. ’
The flames wire hissing the music,
and the words were echoed ringingly
from the rafters.
"invest thou me?
Then love l thee.
And all thine o«)u I'll be."
A DISCIPLE OP
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”Ate*r fhte ten* rated th* Maara
’«hoaeti* Mrikrahrabal t oting* la
•awh war* pwvfUe simtted and test
j with a knowtedn* of th* artemte. lo*
!day many itemarand* of rods»t— R*»-
kmm an- twnl dally k* lh* art and N
s i.j, tniioworo In man •own try on th*
i gum*. Yagiagta Altenta tmericna.
IF -ii'iiM. tlatng nataanab Wnnh
tagton and Way«rona. being th* »ttte*
Ik iteairgia te nrtekte grmritlonnm nra
~l intend fra Ih* fmtii only '•
martic* and Iwy Utranlar* for thoaa
oko dealr* It. U I grate** •• < ctperi lo
.to an aaafatem « aaalstaats will be
I wtai mi i# St
j Mr* Wall wool* not talk atemt th*
I prokoHllt* of n < natch bring arinh
j Itehpd hare and aaid that developments
| wuntd have lo h* a wait ad tiring the
, nn* of thl* faith to nrtll* her* Mr*.
Wolff I* attracting a good deal of at
i tendon and many watch he* progrma
I vlth Inlrimat. aa *b* says ah* intend*
’ in demonadnlr th* faith with prnrtlen!
| ettree
A Vivid Imagination.
Chb ago Tlnrrn-llnralff-
Th* young man who baa coma hash
from th* far north ami drarrlbro lh*
Klondike as on* vaafc :u***nr*>i* b« 1
of front. Icc and anon, rtbtenily haa an
imaglnailoa which wnnid task hi n a
noat -iM-cesafiil advert If Ing agent to. *
ctiru*.
A huvbgnd ieane* to he th* light of
hi. wife'* life when he stays ont too
loi,.
It seemed to her that the whole air
was filled with (be melody, and the
sweetness of it wrapped her around as
with a cloak that hid her from *ll the
outside world, except him.
"Glowing a* steel.
And atrouger than stone.
Thy love for uie alone."
f
How raptiiroualy they had been
swept away by the refrain! How ex
quisitely Intoxicating had been those
mud, wild momenta! She was living
them all over again, obllvioua to her
husband’* pletclnjj look that read her
every thought, and seelug only the
sunny faee of that other. Again she
was feeling the fragrant wave* of heat
that had b.lert the bull room, and
again that njuas of crushed roses
crimsoued her feel. O, the passionate
I delight of living again that hour!
“How mad, how sad, how had, und yet
how sweet It was!"
She had gaxed Into his eyes then, as
now. until their sea of blue flames had
submerged her, and all thought of
past, or future had been drowned in
their depths. Suddenly, a flood of
memory, a realization of life as it was,
hammered on her brain with relentless
fury. She could not breathe—-the blue
Are from those dear eyes choked her,
and she was sinking—sinking—
To the others If seemed natural
j enough that a workman hurrying by
j to cover the molds with sand, should
catch her as she (ell, and heip to carry
her into the life-giving air. They diet
wonder, however, at the look of agony
that shadowed his blue eyes, and at
the devilish laugh Stanley gave as he
took his wife In his arms and said lo
the workman: "Go back to your fiery
furnace!”
The man who had called him Menh-
Istopheles shuddered as be looked at
him, for (here was something positive
ly uncanny in his wonderful resem
blance to his Satanic Majesty.
ft was this face that she first open
ed her eyes upon, this face with the
fiendishly triumphant smile it would
hereafter always wear for her.
it was not until afterwards that, in
her dreams, she saw herself bein'-
borne swiftly along u trackless plain
above her u starless sky— behind her a
terrible, baleful, crimson reflection—
and in front, only eterival blackness.
HARTWELL fHLLWELL.