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Tn viitmnry Mtill T plainly Him?
Mr n»otli**r mlliti'' ‘ VVillk*
Come, Willie? Hurry in'”
In fancy I ran are the door
And her there a« ulie atood of \nre,
And hear he? nny: “dome in!”
To every hour of play
Mv j oy* were alwav-* swept away,
For mother ne’er forget to iv
"Oh, Willie' Now come in!”
1 WHITE WATER-LILIES. I
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liy Helen f : orrcst Graves.
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y~w —j IIK miiiw: was Just penciling
' I " Jims of zigzag gold athwart
| flic purple-black clouds that
wcr j. 1 along till’ west; the
soft, while iniMt lay, like a shadow
of fleecy pearl, over the line of the
little alder fringed river; and the train
from New York, after a minute's
stop, fluiui out its Itlaek liatnter of
smoke, and glided swiftly on, gradu
ally neeelerat lltg Hs speed, :ts II
moved out oi sight
Only two passengers for Cruxlmr
oili;It. It was no fashionable siiiiiim r
line place like Sai atop, Cape May,
or even Clifton .Springs. Imt there
were few evenings when tie - were
not at lea t hall a dozen lo spring
from the platform oi the V w York
ears.
To-nlghl, however, two only were
visible two who stood staring at each
other with a sort of tinwilliu;; rccog
nit lon.
"M's never yon, Fitzroy?” said one,
In a peat I colored summer suit, with
an expensive I’auaina lint and gloves
of the palest primrose tint
“Mlcss me, Symington. Who expect
ed to see you here, of all places in I lie
•world!” ejaculated Mr. Filzroy, who
was attired In Immaculate while, with
a dainty sole leather valise ill one
Hand, and a cigar in the other.
Moth young men looked decidedly
sheepish, as they might have done
were Iwtth very suntll hoys, delected
hy their mnicrnal ancestors in the
very ait of stealing sugar front the
top shelf in the cupboard.
"There's it lintel here, I supposeV"
said Symington, gazing dubiously
around at the two or three houses,
the church and the miscellaneous
Store which constituted the village of
\ Tuxhorotigh.
"Why, of course." responded Fltz
roy. who was of a sanguine disposi
tion.
And both tim gentlemen adjourned
to the hotel a one story building,
with n barroom of disproportionate
size to remove the dust of travel
Had smoke the cigar of peace or rath
cr of trin e.
Moth .John Symington and I’erdin
titul i’ltzroy had conic on the same
errs ltd to see Olive llamnirt, the
belle and beauty, who had come to
Cruxborotigh to recruit her roars for
flic next I'hlhtdelphin season.
Miss Hareourt had supposed that
Cruxborotigh would afford her a sale
relrent front admirers and Imres alike,
Imt she was mistaken. Title love will
llnd Its way through holts and bars,
mid It Is not likely that a few miles
of wood and : wamp Mill prove any
obstacle At all exeats, il did not in
I lie Individual Instances of Mr. Synt
liigton and Ills friend, l'Vrdinatnl Kit*
m.v.
Olive Hareottrl was not surprised to
See Ihettt the next day, as she sat
Sketching on the slope of a hill.
"How Is old IMdlndelplila ?" she in
quired, "hot and dusty as ever'.'"
"Well, yes," said Symingtoh; "but
II has Its advantages. Don't you timl
l 1 very dull le-tv?"
“Not so very.” Miss Hareourt an
pwered. "I'm In a farm house the
sweetest old elm shaded spot you ever
Miw!"
(ltul she did not Invite Mr. Symine
ton to come there, Filzroy observed,
with delight t
"Any pretty places around here?"
Symington asked, with simulated ease
of nmituer.
"Oh. plenty of 'em! My the way.
can either of you swim?" cried Olive,
her deep blue eyes sparkling Into sud
den brightness
Mr, Symington unwillingly owned
that he could not -neither, It appeared,
could Mr. Fitzroy.
"Os course not! Nobody even can
do what I want 'em to do!" pouted
Olive. "There tire some of the sweet
est water lilies you ever saw just out
lit the stream, and I do so want a few
to,model In wax ”
they far? Perhaps l could
reach 'em with the hook of my cone?"
Miggested Symington.
"No, you couldn't," said Olive, Im
patiently "Milt t'll go and show them
to you. all the same. I>l give anything
In the world for some of them!"
"Anything?" repeated Symington,
laughing
"Yea, anything!" said Olivo, with a
saucy nod.
She ktn-w she was safe enough.
Just where the Kiver Croix makes a
little bend around the abrupt slopes of
it tiny island, sweeping Into the broad
er and bluer expanse beyond lay the
t ingle of broad green leaves, float
ing serenely, starred here and there
with tlu- creatu-whlte cups of the
t>u|terh water lilies.
. "Oh. s< • them!" cried Olive, longing
Iv clasping h r hands together. "If 1
could only get one just one!"
Mr. Fitzroy looked at Mr Syming
ton; Mr Symington eyed the far off
lilies Both of them wished tli m
m-luN cns'oiiih s, water rats. speckled
trout anything, iu fact, which could
Mviut
"Vest jc . , said Symington
"Upon my word, superb!" said I'm*
l J
They continued their walk over the
crest of the hill to see a cascade,
which was the only curiosity about
WHEN MOTHER SAYS "COME IN."
<> it was long ago that T
Obeyed that sweet, that fond old cry
Os “Willie, dear, come in!”
And oli, 1 would that I could be
A child again, back there, and she
I’.crnained to rail me in!—
Alt. when my cares are put away,
When I am through with toil and play,
Shall I, up there, hear mother say,
In loving tones, “Come in?"
—S. K. Kiser, in Chicago Times-Herald.
Crux borough, a.id then down hy a
ruined paper-mill, which was consid
ered pin tires(|uc; and then home.
“About timse water-lilies?” said Sy
mington, meditatively.
"Yes,” said Fitzroy, “she must have
some water-lilies.”
"And the man that gets them stands
the best in her good graces, eh?"
"So it would appear."
Moth young men went hack to their
hostelry, and made diligent Inquiry
separately, however, mid without
collusion about a boat. No such
atpialic convenience was to lie had, it
appeared, on Investigation.
"f never was iu such an outlandish
place in all my life!” said Symington.
"But i'll gel Iter some lilies if i pay
their price in gold!”
"You mean you'll send to Philadel
phia, where they're blossoming away
as thi -It as peas, close to you?”
“Never you mind what 1 mean!”
Symington retorted.
"Ilumpli!" said b’ilzroy. "If some
folks choose to he reticent, others can
lie equally so!”
“.lust as you please!" said Syming
ton, laughing.
Filzroy hugged himself. lie had
I lie best excuse in the world now for
not telling his rival about the leaky
ptiut ho hud discovered under Farmer
Hathcway's old barn.
"lie'll send to Philadelphia to
night," thought lie. "His lilies will
come front the florist’s, all packed in
wet cot ton, to-morrow evening. I’ll
he up at sunrise, and bring the flow
era. all wet willi dew, as a morning
offering to Olive's breakfast table;
and he may laugh who wins.
Mr. Symington went to the railroad
station and sent a note to Philadel
phia hy the conductor of the evening
train Just precisely as Ferdinand
Fitzroy laid conjectured he would.
Fitzroy slepl, with his watch in his
hand, lest sunrise should steal on
him unawares.
And, early next morning, Symington
was snoring comfortably as Fitzroy
passed the young*mail's door. Ferdin
and's heart thrilled with triumph as
he heard the somnolent sounds.
Pool and fresh, and wax-like, glim
mered the lilies in the purple flush of
the glorious midsummer dawn; sweet
and clear echoed the songs of the rob
ins and thrushes in the alder houghs
that dipped their green lingers in the
water.
"Urine on your boat, my lad.” said
Fitzroy to the hoy who sat waiting on
the shore.
"Her leaks a lilt,” hesitated the boy.
“Dad, lie united a piece of oilcloth in
her bottom, hut il ain t no good.”
"Nonsense." said Fitzroy. "Here!
give me the oars! Now steer, and
don't let's hear any more of your non
sense. Whoop! Hurrah! here we are!"
The stern of the boat ran Into the
mat of water lilies with a soft rustle
of crushing greenery. Fitzroy caught
greedily at the miiuy-hlossoin cups
and half-open buds, pure as if they
were carved ill pearl.
"This is something like,” panted he.
"If only Symington could see me now!
Hold on. though! 1 must have yonder
great, shining flower!"
Mixing up iu the boat, he leaned over
nearly bis whole length to reach the
royal blossom still it evaded hint.
"1 will have it," he muttered, with
il reckless plunge.
"Oh, take care, sir!" squeaked the
boy.
But his counsel canto too late. The
boat gave it lurch. Fitzroy lost his
balance, and over he went splash—
Into the still ami shining water.
• • •
"Dear heart alive, sir. don’t fret!
You ain't drowned nor you ain’t
hurt. It's nothin' on atrth but a good
scare; and them Hathewuys ought to
he indicted for eoaxin' anybody to go
out in their old leaky, rattle-trap of a
boat—-that they ought."
Mr. Fitzroy sat in a big rocking
chair in Fanner Westwood's kitchen,
dressed In an old blue-flannel dress
ing gown which belonged to that gen
tleman's father, a frilled night-eap
tied about his ears, his feet thrust in
to coarse carpet slippers, and a woolen
stocking tied about his neck—Mrs.
Westwood's pauucca for all possible
and impossible ailments.
"Here's the mustard plaster," said
Mrs. W cat wood, triumphantly. "And
here's the sage tea. Drink it now. like
a darling good gentleman, aud then
I'll get a sponge aud wash the mud off
! your face."
"But 1 say. look here!" sputtered
Fitzroy. getting a eltauiv glimpse of
! himself in the little asparagus-shad
I owed mirror that hung below the
eloek, "Fm such a 'Judy of a sight!"'
I "Oh, never mind." purred benign
Mrs. Westwood. "There's nobody to
see you except—" .
At that Instant Olive Hareourt came
in. robed iu a cool white muslin, her
golden hair tloatiug around her like a
cloud.
"Mrs. Westwood " she l»egnn.
And then, struck with an irresist
ible sense of the ludicrous, she burst
| out laughing.
"Fray forgive me. Mr. Fitzroy." she
at last enunciated; "but you do look
so exactly like the picture of Little
Bed Biding Hood's graudmother! 1
only came in to offer my box of
homeopathic remedies, iu ease you
should have taken cold.”
And she ran out again, nearly chok
ing with renewed laughter.
Fitzroy. scarlet with mortification,
at once perceived how the matter
stood. They had taken him, iu the
full tide of his ill-luek, to the very
farm house that sheltered the fair
head of Olive Hareourt! And about lit
the same moment the glib voice of
John Symington sounded on the rose
wreathed porch.
“Ah, Miss Hareourt, the gods them
selves have rained down gifts upon
us! See what I have got!”
“Water-lilies! Oh, what beauties!"
cried out Olive, rapturously.
“I found them lying on the shore of
the river, near ; n old overturned boat,
Some water nymph lias heard your
longings and gratifies them tints!”
“Oh, I am so glad!”
“And I—am X not to have my re
ward?”
The voices grew louder, and more
earnest, as they receded, and Ferdin
and Fitzrop gave a groan from the
depths of his heart.
* * *
“Take some more sage tea?” said
Mrs. Westwood. "Nothing like sage
tea for the gripes.”
But alas, not even sago tea Is a
medicine for the mind diseased—and
that was what ailed Mr. Fitzroy. He
had sown, and another had reaped;
he had risked his life, not to mention
having made himself supremely ridic
ulous, for the very water-lilies where
with John .Symington was now plead
ing suit.
“‘lnconstancy, thy name is wom
an!’ ” groaned Fitzroy, gulping down
the scalding-hot ten. "Here, get me
my own clothes! I’m going to Phila
delphia hy the next train!”
“But. sir, they ain’t dry."
"I don’t care if they are as wet as
Noah’s great-coat. I won’t wear
these tilings another minute!” he
roared.
He persisted in his determination.
The consequence was a six-weeks’ in
fluenza, at the end of which he re
ceived cards for Mr. and Mrs. Syming
ton's first wedding reception.
“What fools people are!" said the
sneezing philosopher.—Saturday Night,
John’* Cue 1h Doomed.
According to a resident of China
town, tlie statesmen of the flowery
kingdom arc now considering the ad
visability of altering the Chinese law
which requires Mongolians to wear
cues. The local informant is authority
t'or tin; statement that the Chinese
wore their hair American fashion some
30t) years ago, at which time they like
xviso wore garments similar to those in
use in tills country to-day. With a
new emperor came rn alteration in the
two fashions, and ever since cues anil
blouses have been quite the proper
tiling.
Now there is a groat agitation for a
change back to the old style. The Chi
nese are of a practical turn of mind,
and insist that too much time Is re
quired to dress their long braids. There
is considerable objection to the style
now in vogue, and so persistent for a
change has become the demand that it
is likely the law establishing the style
of head-dress will lie altered. It is
stated that the Chinese will not wear
their hair long, hut that their heads
will be kept shaven. Only indefinite
rumors of the proposed change have
been received from the old country,
but local Chinese express the belief
that the present unpopular style will
he abolished. Portland (Ore.) Tele
gram.
Krlifme of Slow-Coming Firemen.
Those who see the tire horses leav
ing their stalls when the fire bell
strikes have probably noticed that the
animals stand under the harness until
the firemen come to fasten it. In one
of the houses there is a horse that
stands well if there is a man on the
floor, but if there is no one there the
horse will run back to the stall and
will have to be led out again. A driver
who was once connected with No. 1
Company says that he has tried all
kinds of schemes to break the horse of
this habit, but lias been unsuccessful.
Several times men were concealed on
the floor, and the horse was sent out.
It seems that he located the men by
sense of smell, and when those tests
were made the animal always stood
in his proper position. Michael Ward,
of the truck company, has hit upon a
plan that will fool such a horse. It is
to rig up a dummy the size of a man.
with false whiskers and a cap, and
have an electric wire connected with
the figure, so that when the alarm is
given and the doors open, the dummy
will be made to sway gently as if im
bued with life. It is expected that the
horse, seeing this, will suppose it is a
fireman.—Hartford (Conn.) Courant.
Hell* veil at bust He Was Swindled,
"Ethel,” said Lionel Bertram Jones,
as he dropped his slice of bread iu the
plate with a noise that set the canary
in the gilt cage overhead chirping mer
rily. "Ethel, L have something to say
to you.”
They had been married only four
weeks, and the time had not arrived
when she did all the saying. "Do you
renteutlier the day on which I proposed
to you?”
"Yes,” she replied, "I will never for
get it."
"Do you remember,” he went on, as
he abstractedly drilled a hole In the
loaf with the point of a carving knife,
"how, when I rang the hell, you came
to the door with your lingers sticky
with dough, and said you thought it
was your little brother who wanted to
get iu?”
"Yes.’”
"Oh. Ethel! How could you? How
could you?"
"Haw could I what?” she responded,
rs a guilty look crept into her face.
"How could you make me the victim
of such a swindle?"
A PRIMITIVE MILL FOR GRINDING SUGAR CAE
——
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Tho scene depicted in the accompanying ilustration is not an uncorn
t)'"i one in the sugar producing districts of the United States and indicates
with what primitive machinery ilio juice of the succulent cane may he
extracted. Although the large plant ations of Louisiana, Cuba, Hawaii,
etc., own and operate the finest establishments, fitted with electric rnul
chinciy am! lights, wilh the latest app lianees for grinding cane, hojling and
crystallizing, there are many small fa ruts, distant from any central factory,
where no more elaborate machinery than that shown here is used. A com
pie of posts set in the ground have bet ween them two upright rollers, either
of Iron or wood, which are set in motl on by a mule or by oxen and fed tty
an attendant. Tho juice is caught in a barrel or conducted by wooden
troughs to the boilers, where it is converted into sugar by a process equally
primitive. The “sugar season” is looked forward to all the year, especially
by the juvenile members of the community, and every living thing connect
ed with the plantation gets sleek and fat from the absorption of cane juice.
This sort of sugar mill is frequently f ound in Cuba and Porto ICico, where
it is known as a “trapiche do buey.”
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The Neuehatel district of Switzer
land is threatened with a fearful dis
aster. A huge mountain in the Jura
range has been so quarried that its
sides are cracking, and the whole vast
mass of more than a million cubic
meters is in motion, says the London
Daily Mail. Indeed, when the present
frost breaks up it is feared that the
mountain will fall into the valley. Sev
eral towns are in imminent danger of
being wiped out, and the inhabitants
A FALLING MOUNTAIN.
have been warned. The Jura range is
’ the block of mountains rising between
the lthine aiul the llhone. and forming
the frontier between France and Switz
erland. It is really a huge plateau,
i:>« miles long and thirty-eight miles
broad. The height of the mountains
varies considerably, but that of the
t’lmsseron, near Xeuehatel, is .V-’Sti
feet. The cracks in the mountain
which threatens to fall are growing
daily more ominous, and create
sounds likened to thunder. The au
thorities, of course, can do little to
prevent the impending disaster, but
they are trying to avoid it and to save
life.
A Trotting- Wonder.
In offering to back Boralnta, -.08.
for fabulous sums against the most
noted trotters of last season’s cam
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paigu it is probable that Thomas \V.
Lawson, of Boston, is influenced more
by sentiment and a desire for adver
tisement than by judgment. That the
i son of Boreal is a great horse no one
ean deny, but he has yet to prove that
he has the extreme of speed of the Ab
j l ot, or Ore see us, 2.04. How
ever, the freedom with which his own-
or offers to put up his cash, together
with the splendid showing Boralma
has made on the turf in the company
in which he has performed, entitles
him to the full benefit of all doubt.
Last year Boralma won every race
in which he started, including the fa
mous Transylvania Stakes at Lexing
ton, Ky., when he was slightly lame.
He was then a four-year-old, aud this
performance, on top of his three
straight victories as a three-year-old,
entitles the gelding to a great amount
of respect from the horse public. Mr.
Lawson is not the only man who
thinks well of Boralma, however, for
such a shrewd judge as Andy Welch
declares that the Boston horse can
beat the Abbott.
How Many Triangles?
Many little folks are fond of work
ing out puzzles, reading riddles, solv
ing enigmas and the like. Here is an
odd little drawing sut , tted by a
young reader who wants to know how
many triangles it contains. She can
count a great many, but she confesses
that she doesn’t know when to quit
counting them, aud site confesses too
that she doesn't really know how
many there are. Will some little boy
or girl help her to find out?
I'oiaon In Primroses.
Physicians and gardeners have often
asserted that the common primrose is
poisonous, and Dr. Nestler has given
an account in a German journal of
experiments proving this to be the
ease. The glandular hairs contain the
poison in the form of a yellowish
green secretion. This, when eoncen
trated, is very virulent, as the author
discovered by testing the effect upon
himself.
The Ksliy'! Chance, of Life.
A baby-boy a mouth old can expect
lint forty-two years of life. When
he is five years older his chances of
!i> iug have increased to fifty-one years
six mouths.
WHEN FATHER SHAVES HIS FACE.
When father shaves his stubbly £ae«
At nine on Sunday morn.
There always steals upon the puwse
A feeling of forlorn.
An awful stillness settles down
On all the human race;
It’s like a funeral in town
When father shaves his face.
lie gets the razor from the shelf
And strops it un and down:
And mutters wiidlv to himself,
And throws us all a frown.
We dare not look to left or right.
Or breathe in any ease;
E’en mother has to tiptoe nuite
When father shaves his face.
He plasters lather everywhere,
And spots the window pane;
But mother savs she doesn’t care,
She’ll clean it oft again.
She tries to please him all she can.
To save us from disgrace;
For he’s an awful nervous man
When father shaves his face.
We try to sit like mummies there,
And live the ordeal through;
And hear that razor rip and tear,
And likewise father, too.
And if it slips and cuts his chin.
We jump and quit the place;
No power on earth can keep us in
Ts father cuts his face.
—Joe Cone, in the New York Ileraia.
pith and point.
He—“ Are you interested in poetry?”
She—“Ob, yes, indeed! I never miss
reading the street car advertise
ments.”—Philadelphia Record.
Miss Beansby—“Perhaps you have
not read all of Omar Khayyam?” Mrs.
Porkchopp—“Perhaps not. Has he
written anything recently?”—Puck.
The Justice—“l don’t remember ever
seeing you before.” The Accused—
“No, your Honor; you see. you don’t
belong to our set.”—Boston Transcript,,
The blindest man is one in ehureh
Who findeth out too late
lie hasn’t got a cent, when they
Begin to pass the plate.
—Philadelphia Record.
Customer—“ Waiter, it is nearly half
an hour since I ordered that turtle*
soup.” Waiter—“ Sorry, sir; but you
know how slow turtles are, sir.”—
Tit-Bits. |
Impecunions Lover—“Be mine,
Amanda, and you will be treated like
an angel.” Maiden—“ Yes, I suppose
so. Nothing to eat and less to wear.
No, I thank you.”—What-To-Eat.
She weighed him in the balance,
Then answered him quite frank:
“You're weighed and found wanting
A balance in the bank.”
—Chicago Daily News.
Miss Quizzer (who wants to know
everything)—“Now, what do you con
sider to be tlie most curious thing you
ever saw, professor?” Professor Trot
ter—“A woman, madam.”—Harlem
Life.
“The boy," concluded the oculist,
“is color blind.” “Then what do you
think we should put him at?” “Well,
wliat's the matter with making an
impressionistic painter of him?”—
Philadelphia Times.
“Oh, where are you going, my pret
ty maid?” “I am going to church,
kind sir,” she said. “What do you
there, I would ask, pretty maid?” “I
pray, and I think up new hats,” she
said.—Detroit Free Press.
“Oh, Miss Stone!” the undesirable
suitor pleaded, “if you wouid only give
me the least encouragement.” “That’s
what I am doing, Mr. De Trow,” re
plied the haughty beauty. “Good
day.”—Philadelphia Press.
Drug Clerk—“l’ve been docked a
week’s salary for making a mistake
aud killing a man. Lend me $5, won’t
you?” Friendly Policeman—“ Couldn’t
possibly. I’ve just been suspended for
a week for killing another one.” —
New York Weekly.
Assistant—“l think we have all the
portraits hung except this one of An
drew Carnegie. Where shall we put.
him?” Chief (of hanging committee)
—“Just above the Duke of Wellington,
A steel king outranks an iron duke.”
—Baltimore American.
Eight as a Curative Agent,
An important paper dealing with
the curative action of light has been
recently presented to the Academie
des Sciences by Dr. P. Garuault. A
number of definite eases are cited in
which it seems difficult to ascribe the
alleviation or cure to any agency other
than light, or, at least, radiant energy.
For example, a lamp of fifty candle
power, provided witli a silvered para
bolic reflector, was applied to eight
cases of muscular or articular rheu
matism of average gravity, and of sev
eral years’ standing, and in all these
cases a marked and apparently per
manent improvement was obtained at
the end of three to twelve operations.
Chronic catarrh of the nose was also
treated with success by the applica
tion of light accompanied by vibratory
massage, and in twelve cases of deaf
ness the application of light alone
brought about good results. Dr. Gar
uault's attention was first drawn to
this subject by M. Trouve, who ob
served a workman afflicted by rheu
matism was completely cured by re
maining in the vicinity of an intens’e
are-light for an electric fountain, and,
subsequently, that in works employ
ing electric soldering, in which there
is a great effulgence of light, work
men had ceaseu tj be afflicted by
such diseases as rheumatism and gout
Fooling the Public.
“I'm about hushed in the matter of
curiosities,” mused the owner of a
small store. “It's a bad habit—this
idea of drawing trade by making a mu
seum of the window, but I can't stop
now—business won’t allow i^”
A few hours later the soda water
trade was rushing. The crowd outside
the window gazed until it was thirsty
at the remarkable bird that hung in a
big cage. The card attached bore a
handful of ihe alphabet hysterically
put together aud designed for a scien
tific name. After it were the words:
"From Samoa.”
A few days later the “curiosity” was
feeding in the back yard with tiie rest
of the bantam hens. Detroit Free
Rress.