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Aid bow th* (waturtM haw eyrted Ur Till tkm art ail terguiira k> th* throne That land* thr fr»at pathfinder of th* dorp. D matter* not la that tefin mde Of a pare when* thou dew* guide thy spirit hark To undiscovered lands suptentely fair. If to thl* little planet thou couldat 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. __ * „ [ Th — 4 »a*m pan aim tw fada #w ' S| g |.lh#l #•..* 4 •SMO'lMfi #•#•# f*% *lh * fte *-* „ la tt mttLj# a ,_ iM , S »raiHy #0 s pim - - trio Kmt yt f M , ,g g fftSlf rmf wn f frg taftM a r _ e » rmn»|.4 fiffff* ##t#fl«l4 Ml Ktt ••at kM ta root Hrk Too cmt ■ftti* * ***• tot |hr fbltOC, TW XSi <• ft#*# t*!k«l ikM It (#o#f *!•#*. wrrff 4Mi #«• i«4 ftrtfcita* i*4 AIM h#«l tl« pta*t«H| WMMTtOSiOO** lb*t wo# f#(truUl(tl h*f frttiil lo ib** - nOf b* s«* tM« h if * #Oi OfcoMocotw : ttabios I tMifH* I ****- *» ® at Ob oc^ai*; HOl taoieT ho'* bxv# %«*q irioiiH ! | kAo* of (ffv# rtfbl tsrrr lo tW b(HMi Maffxrtt «ua<4 &<H afford a. omw **nr tbt» yr#r ff(. tbanks 10 yo*. *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 ' I*nTt.f-“* Ounirf * Wail, f ibtnb I boa*. Iwm nxta baa t otaw msp! itn boss fwaa «st #wo iMta mi «**woi ! 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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. -111-ST 0» : THE MAQAZINES wmmmmm W Hal the Apthur# arm WthHiloi; t)n. Vllt |W(M#| lit b#£ iMbi [ t>•#*!>— OOft o#. •'•#o#*ns : u* -■ * : a#ii*ahiWOH# l # i # : I 1 a■; ,||| .-. -j. 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The brilliant and ebara. ler'atlc W* , 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, [wthaw '•**■*» # era* tea* tewa «a*» hf w#i» m$ taxi# x##’*##-'*# #a*ta a %### aa*# $ a **##»# ft#i*a §s <*•• naris Iftta kMAft 9kta fttaPtaa *4 fffftl th* Fag -VM «U«HtW la* Nat*■».». s#»A* * •fit*'-# M. H#SRa#<i# "Ai iM tu4 hNirift m «t#a« «f aaS '* ■ •«** -I itetik • imrfal cnef «n*( . .n,** 14 9laffa#tlt mf* ikal tta l rwvat* Tk# Mmwmtm fall Mail m***** al- C, $. CVUIHM Hyva* «Mk ta |ftSli»»h #|ua> ««a ta l ia»t IM #• M* 11 , ' ; ip- a «tai ai «'•*§•#■•4l#* travel ktaasftfsMf MMHNttaft **f <ta» ia and nit tutamu# as Ik# nia-irtr ka« mm t»f Kniliad a taf #•!»•' H Mr (9l###*n VVhn«. »•> •tv-ral p?«k!i # a«vt #kn« hr# m»« ta NftM f*«r lit hrat Hove mi Ike anal Fr,-n. h IP ■fptral- t Fredertt-k Handy* Hu law 'chapter* of Mr Wallri HewMit a In*- i eallng n aenr. hea Into the earty hiet-try of Mouth lertwbto the iimHuaPm «f ‘X La" thtiltln* *t"ey. With All powder* of tte- M*rch*at“: chant eta IX-Xt of Mr H It riwtett’a t *tll- Inc talc. "The Silver Hkull" a >"l»- lianlly wrttlco .lew* riolhtn *». Tuna- Fiahtng In lh* Pat itt,.’ Iw A mica h*y Varhcil. aa atth h- lllueirated fnra 1 hot «gra phn—on teitet*. aou a ahart slVtrv entities!. An American Tts- Iten m," Ity Peg*r M Itlliig. in thl* tiuinte-r of the macaclnc la c. nuined the Oral of f«ur ‘ hactnlng atari** of modern tuu-tety entitled. The Inn ai Hook- by H H 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. tax# tfctak** taxi taut# ■ flw Max >wkw «*•%.!«** * Th* Cornp*»k»n fa* lh* Itil of IM. Th* prl*clp*l *1 rartlon# o#ac*4 hr Itk# Tonih*a (VaiawHft f«» |ft# i«aa>b est ik# pjuft tklaft# to follow is ta •#• I oinia Inf ItSS To Ik# Sr#* ion# Is I No*tait*#f Ktiil K ftwlua will cat* irtbofe a huwnroo* aketcfi cot It I d Hmp* of My Itog* ’ and In th* loro* for th* sr*rfc of November l*lh win apprrr Rudfard Kipling* hrllllng I atocr ft Ik# k* rolaoi of aildUfi is the rank*. "Th* Burning at the iterah .Amkl# In ik# ##%#n haiM# Ui follow I ibara will Im * ont r»but Ins# by taft I INifferfo. WIIHnm D Huwelte J. K II ha 3 her lln. the A merle* n war etvrran ! pondt r : Mary R Wilkin*. Hon Tho* ! H Re d. Ihe Marqnla of Igirne, k#e I Milton Nordlen. and l Tnngwlll Tima* who auharrlbr now for lb* IkM volume I will receive every Nov*trb*r nod Ite i-rmber laaue of The Compaakm from . lh* 1 1 at* of sulo rrtptJao lo th* *«d of lh* year tree, lh* Companion Calendar for l*» free, and the entire 13 ieane* of the Companion to January 1. 1»0ti An llluatratril annouiuemeni of the DWB volume and sample eople* will be *eat free 10 any one addreaaiag The Youth a Companlou, 211 CoJumlttis are [ nue, Rosttiu, Mats 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 Mks. MIIMS Ira, ft mtekeft Wolff. 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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.