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i - WISHING. I \ Do you wish the world were better?] Let me tell you what to do, Set a watch upon your actions, keep them always straight and true; Rid your mind of seifish motives, let your thoughts be clean and high, You can make a little Eden of the gphere you occupy. Do you wish the world were wiser? ~ Well, suppose you make a start, By accumulating wisdom in the scrap book of your heart. ' Do not waste one page on folly; live to learn and leara to live. If you want to give men knowledge, you must get it ere you give. » Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day Just to scatter sgeeds of kindness as you pass along the way; For the pleasure of the many may he ofttimes traced to one, As the hand that plants the acorn shelters armies from the sun. : —Woman's Life. - S?.SE.EfEE‘z’.SES'E’.SE.:"aE2‘SSIEEETE.:"ESESESEE‘.’-?u r ] Brother: & o Friends. W} LT T T T T eA T A T AT LLLT L “See, brother-iriend, what a fine pony 1 have!” Yellow Sun had ridden at a gallop acrogs the prairie to where a group of jads were playing at hoop and sticks. The. rider addressed White Hawk who had been looking on, absorbed in the game. This tall youth turned to greet the newcomer, “Why, so you fave, other brother!” he said. Ile examined the prancing, spotted pony with a young Indian’s keen interest and delight in horses.” “My father just now gave me this pony. He says it is time for me to go to the hunt,” said Yellow Sun, proud ly. “He bought this fine horse of my uncle at FPomca Creek. Now see him make the antelope ashamed.” He wheeled and dashed across the prairie, his mount going with the rush of a frightened deer. He cut a beauti ful circle and returned. “Alas,” said White Hawk, “my father is too poor to give me a pony. He has only his riding pony and one .old Pawnee travoeis horse.” Yellow Sun's elation vanished. His face fell. These Ogaliala youths had been brother-friends since they had blinked at each other from their cra dl beards. They had shared all things in common. KEach had taken delight in giving to the other his most cher ished possession. Yellow Sun hesitated but an instant; then he leaped from the pony's back and thrust its lariat into the hands of his friend. “Take this horse, brother; it is yours,” he said. *I did not indeed in tend to keep this one. “Doubtless my relatives will give me another.” ‘ White Hawk's delight was fine to see. “How—how—how,” he said. It seemed that he could say ncthing else. Then, in a daze of joy, he leaped upon the pony’s back and rode away to try the animal’s speed. Soon all the people in the village knew of this gift. Nearly all of them said that Yeflow Sun was a most gen erous young man to give away his first pony, and just as the buffaloes were beginning to come. The lad’s father and mother, however, said nothing, Some days afterward a herd of buf faloes was seen by the village scout, and when he cam 2 in erying his re port, ail the hunters went scurrying after their horses. Everybody who had a horse and could bear arms rode away to the hunt. ; In this excitement Yellow Sun, who had failed to receive another pony, was left behind. His grief and disap pointment were so great that he went away from the village and hid himself during the day. When he returned to the teepee at night he. found %his parents looking very sober. They said nothing forl a long time; then his mother svoke. “White Hawk has killed a buffalo,” she said, “and ‘his people have meat. Your father had bad luck and we kave nothing, except what is given to ue.””’ ' i : . This quite broke the boy’s heart. His brother-frfend, riding the new pony, had gone to the hunt without thought of him. And now to be re proved for his own generous act was moye than he could bear. That night he secretly gathered his clothing and weapons and stole away from the village. Two years before the Ogallalas bad followed an old buf falo trail far to tlie southwest, where they had spent the winter, hunting with a friendly tribe, Yeilow Sun took this old trail, deter mined to go to the Cheyennes and stay among them until he had become a hunter and warrior., He tramped on resolutely day and night stopping only to sleep and to kill small game or dig roots for his eating. His ba>- baric young heart was steeled by the desertion of his brother-friend. He had travelled this way for ten suns or more. Then, one day, as he lay hidden among some sage-bushes, he was awakened by the beat of a horse’s hoof. He peered frem cover in alarm, but was astonished to see no one more formidable than White Hawk, his brother-friend, astride of the gift pony, and jogging along the trail, evidently in search of himself, He rose cvith a joyful shout, all his grievance forgotten, and the brother friend, in turn, rode at him, whoocping with delight. “How—how!” shouted White Hawk. “I thought indeed I should never find you. I made a great circle ‘nunting for your trail. Come, let us now go home ward.” Without more ado they turned back, perfectly understanding ecach other. White Hawk did not need to say that ’ he had gone to the buffalo hunt in a - whirl of excitement, and supposing that his friend was also furnished with a pony. The two travelled northward lei swicly. They took turns in riliag, stopping to hunt or to rest as they were hungry or sleepy. They came to the North Platte River, and crossed at a ford.” On the north of this river they were both riding upon a rolling prairie one afterncon, when three horsemen appeared upon a hill The strangers were l'adians, who halted and took careful cbservation of the travellers. After some minutes, during which the youths went forward, trying to appear unconcerned, the three put the quirt to their ponies and came on at a gallop. By their long lances, their dress and their manner of riding, the Sicux lads knew that the strangers were Pawnees, and that they were at that instant riding to attack. White Hawk, who was riding bhe hind, at once leaped from his pony. “Po you ride on, brother-friend,” he said. “Go very quickly and escape! I shall contend with these people.” While they stood, each urging the ! other to escape, the Pawnees capme on swiftly. They had recognized the lads as Dakotas, and they raised a war-cry. Neither of the brother-friends would leave the other to his fate. They could not hope to escape, riding dcuble; ‘so they croucaed behind their pony and fitted arrows to their bows. Although they were but lads of six teen or seventeen, they uealized fully their situation. Taey bPelieved them selves about to perish, and lost all sense of fear in a fierce desire to in flict iniury on the enemy. The Pawnees had been quick to dis cover that they had to ccentend with very young warriors—mere boys, as it appeared—and they charged with reckless assurance. They refrained from shooting at tae Sioux pony, for they wished to capture the animal. To avoid injury to the horse and to obtain a cross-fire the Pawness sep arated, two passing round on one side and one on the ather. “To not shoot yet,” said Yellow Sun. “Pretend to be afr2id, an? when they are very close let us shcot two of the dogs.” So they shrewdly withheld their ar rows and crouched low upon the ground, as it cowering in fear. The Pawnees came into full view and hoot ed in derision. They balted their horses for a moment, crying to the Dakotas if they were indeed men to get up and fight. Then, eeing the youths shrink, apparently in abject terror, they raised their lances and charged them. The Pawnees had come within a dozen leaps when the SiouX boys sprang to their feet with taut strung bows. Their own war cries were now launched in the shrill, disconcerting yell of the Ogallalas. The Pawnee ponies, thus suddenly confronted, reared and plunged, and the lances their riders hurled went wide of the mark. Good fortune at tended upon good judgment in this fight, and the two foremost Pawnees, at the distance of half a dozen steps, were stricken out of their saddles by the Sioux arrows. The third wheeled his pony and recde rapidly away. - ' Then, as the young Sioux, wildly elated, shot their arrows after the run ner, they saw upon a di:tant rise a large party of mounted Pawaeses, The three whom they had fought ad been the advance scouts of this big war. narty. f Already Yellow Sun bad trodden upon a dragging horsehair rope and halted& one of the riderless ponies, The lads now secized upon the lances and shields of the fallen Pawne:zs, and as a further tgophy, each snatched from a shaven poll its gaudy headdress. With in the minute both werc mounted and riding at speed. As they cast backward glances they saw a string of frantic riders—forty— filty or more—winding over the hiils like the coils of a huge, swift and angry snake. The head of that ser pentine line, however, was gaining upon the tail. Soon it became evident that the foremost Pawiees were mounted upon swifter icrges than the one which Yellow Sun was riding. Again Yellow Sun called to White Hawk, urging him to ride on at full speed and escarpe, ‘“You have as gcod a horse as any ‘one!” he shoutzd. “Ride faster! Tell the Ogallalasy:l was not afraid to fight!” : White Hawk was holding in his pony and hugging the flank of the Pawnee herse. . *“Not so!’ he cried- “Give me your blanket roll, brother, and cut away your saddie. We shall cutride them till night comes!” Yellow Sun cbeyed, but had no hope. Each backward -glance revealed the desperate nature of the chase. White Hawk now held his pony, straining at the bit, well in the rear, and pricked the Pawnee on with the point of his lance, In this manner they képt a lead =atill some howshots in advance after sev eral miles of running. Yet the sun was an hour high and the foremost of the long, winding line of pursuers were drawing steadily, surely nearer. On the still autumn air and above the beat of hocofs, the Sioux boys could hear the sharp, explosive cries, “Huh! Hiee! Howa! Huh!”and the cracking strokes of the quirts. When it appeared that all would be over with them quickly, the Sioux sud denly dropped from g level stretch in to a marrow, fiat valley, where a night fog, low and dense, had arisen, Here was the bare chance of escape. ‘The boys heard the enemy yelling, and looking back, saw them spvead fanlike upon the bluff behind. ‘Whether they fled up or down, they knew the Pawnees weuld sweep this valley, di viding their forces without an ' In stant’s delay. The two plunged into the fog, call ing to each other to know what would be best to do. It was Yellow Sun who decided. Halfwzy across the valley they turned up the stream, then flung them selves off their ponies. To don the Pawnee headdresses and to cinch a blanket upon the Sioux pony, covering its spotted sides, was the work of a few geconds. | Then, with the clatter of hoofs in{ their ears, the two mounted, and with f trailing lances, galloped forward. Xach leaned low upon his horse’s neck as it searching for a trail. Soon they heard the clatter and the sharp yells of rid ers on all sides, and two or three fig ures, dimly outlined in the fog, ap peared, riding on either hand. To these near-at-hand enemies the brother-friends paid not the slightest heed. They. rode forward imitating their yells .and warning cries, but im perceptibly falling to the rear until alt the pursuers had passed; and when the last beat of hoof had died away they halted and grinned at each other. In the fog they wandered, evading straggling hunters, until nightfall. Then, with infinite caution, they made their way out of the valley and rode fomeward. They arrived at the Ogal lala village in sefety, and were wel comed with the acclaim which always greeted the retura of the successful warrior or huier in the old days.— THE VENDETTA IN THIBET. W. C. Jameson Tells in the Booklove ers’ Magazine of Its Survival ' The worst trait cf the Thibetans is their ungovernable hostility and their love of warfare. Each tribe is genarally at war with its neighbor, and in many cases on the most trival pretext. Two men may quarrel over the possession of a knife or equally vallicless article. The aggrieved party returns to his village or en campment and reports the facts in the case to his chief. His right to the article in dispute is never con sidered; it is enough that he should have quarreled cver it. War is im mediately declared on the trib=a of his rival by sending messengers with ar rows dipped in blocd, and the head of any unfortunate prisoner of war who may have been captured prior to the outbreak of hostilities. From that meoment the quarrel becomes deadly. No concerted action is taken, the future strifs being much in the nature of a gigantic feud. When a man of one tribe meests one of the rival tribe, a combat takss place un til one or the other has been Kkilled, the victor cutting off the head of his veaquished foe as a trophy of his~ prowess. His standing among his people is determined by the number of these gory trophies adorning the roof of his dwelling. Poisoned food, and the poisoning of wells and springs, are subterfuges which reither tribe feels itself perfectly at lberty to use to encompass the downfall of a rival. This sanguinary fenud may last for months, or even years, until a powsrfal chief, not in the quarrel, steps in and orders representatives of each of the warring factions to meet at his hut. There a feast has bion prepared; and two bowls of food, oxe of which contains poison, are placed before the two emissaries. The tribe whose representative dies of poison is proven the aggressor, and is. obliged to pay a heavy fine of cattle and other articles of value to the tribe whose claims have heen 3us tained by the process of ordeal. A similar method is adopted in the set tlement of disputes between two indi viduals of the same community, when the wives and the entire possessions of the man who dies belcng fo the one who survives. Boon lsland. Prcbably Boon Island would be but little known outside of New Hamp shire, Maine and Massachusetts if it were not for the fact that the island is the terminal of the Cape Ann trial course. Perhaps it would be more proper to call the island the northern terminal, but at any rate Boon Is land gains a menticn in this way every time a new battleship or cruis er is tried off this coast, as all thuse not built cn the Pacific always are.— Boston (Globe. Di vers in the British navy, before | being yissed as proficient in the craft, have to be able to work in twelve fatboms of water for an hour and twenty fathoms for a quarter of an | dour