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THE BRIDIL'S WELCOME,
What, did you say, was my sister sayin’? 3 :
“No luck comes when the eves are green.”
Take that folly an’ tury it strayin’,
Green is the luckiest colop seen,
Isn’t grass green for the eyes to rest in?
Aren’t the trees of the same sweet hue?
Mind you this, when she starts her Jjestin’, /
I'd love you less if your eyes were blue. >
What was my little brother shoutin'?
“Hair that "ud mateh our red cow's tail,” %
T'll be with him an’ stop his floutin’
With a kind little word from the tip of a flail,
You, with your hair where the sunshine ranges,
Like the autumn light on the heschen track, ]
Is it me would be wantin' changes?
I'd love you less if your hair was black.
What was my poor old mother Jcroakin'?
“Never a cow and hens but few.”
Widows, Cushla, is sore provokin’,
"Tis often all that they’ve left to do.
She, with her lame back, there at her knittin’,
Angry with pain, and sad to be old—
Mind you this, when she starts her twittin’,
I'd love you less were you hung with gold.
¥ -—4 Alice Fleming, in The Acadeny,
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UNDER THE CHERRY BLOSSOM
Hayano and Mine sat together on
a little hill on the outskirts of a
small Japanese village.
It was springtime. Cherry blos
soms floated above them in big whitie
‘clouds, with just a faint suggestion of
ipink, as if a sunset were dreaming a
far away dreamin its petals. The stars
were beginning to twinkie in the vio
let robed sky, and the sound of laugh
ter came and went in the gentle
breeze, mingled with the tremulous
note of a temple bell. -
“How very bheautiful it is,” said
Mine. “I wonder why the spring
taps at my-heart and calls and beck
ons, and bids me sing and clap my
hands and rejoice. I think the very
gods creep across the sky to-night, a
great company looking down at the
cherry blossoms. See, the movement
of their robes almost blows out the
stars, and some of them seem to
change into roses and violets.”
Hayano laughed softly and ca
ressed her arm; then he let it fall
gently upon the silk flowers of her
kimono.
“I have a faney,” said Hayano,
solemnly, “that my-little one must be
in love this springtime. Benten San
tries so hard to make people fall in
love with each other at the coming
of spring.” - ;
“Does she?” replied Mine, making
the dimples come and go in her
cheeks. “I wish I could fall in love
with you, Hayano; but you are so
/honorably ugly, and your heart is so
full of learned books, that T can only
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(Your hair, while you squint and
'squint in the effort to always keep in
view the end of your nose.. Does it
‘not seem funny that Nirvana is to be
ifoand at the very end of our noses?”
Mine laughed merrily, and a broad,
good natured smile played round Hay
ano’s mouth. ; Ee s
. “Did I ever tell you about Tessan?”
continued Mine. “Yeg, I thought so.
‘He went out to do battle with the
‘Russians, the shining Sun against
such a grisly, covetous Bear! A few
‘days ago I had a letter from Tessan
telling me he was on his way to
Japan—and, friend Hayano, he want
ed me to become his wife.”
' “Did he?” replied Hayano, hiding
‘his feelings as he looked at the dis
‘tant sea with a pathway of moonlight
streaming away to the horizon. 2T
Wwish you both all happiness.”
| Mine looked at him for some time.
‘Perhaps this school teacher, this son
:of a charcoal burner, this man, whose
outlook on life seemed so quiet and
cold, felt the tapping of springtime
Just a little, too.
“Life,” said Hayano softly, “re
‘minds me of that pine tree over there,
‘With its thousands and thousands of
‘needles it is weaving a great picture
ft'l'om the stars. And the stars g 0 out
‘sometimes, and the pine trees fall,
‘and so the great white pictures are
‘broken; but life goes on just the
same!” :
“You are sad to-night, Hayano.
Let's talk abhout soldiers, about bat
‘tlefields and bhrave deeds. ' Oh, there
‘is music in the cannon’s roar. I love
scldiers, Hayano!”
“Yes, yes, of course you do!"” said
Hayano, *“And You love Tessan, do
You not?”
“I think I do,” repiied Mine, who
‘seemed more like a child than a
;woman just then. “I ghall always
‘want you as my friend. You will 41-
ways be my friend, Hayano, will you
not?”
“Always,” replied the man,
“And when I am in trouble,” econ
tinued Mine, “vou will come to this
same spot, here, underneath thege
cherry trees?”
“Yes,” answered the man.
“Tell me,” said Mine, “is there any
love in your heart for me?”
“Little one,” replied Hayano, soft-
Ay, “dces the sea always rush up upon
the shore and make the stones dance?
‘No, not always. Sometimes it s
‘silent. lam silent to-night. 1 love
my work. 1 love trying to impart to
children that which has delighted my
Own soul. And perhaps my zreatest
Joy is to see a child catch at the books
I love and love them, too. I desire
only your happiness, Mine, llf you
are happy with Tessan, I shall be
happy too.”
“Yes, yes, my gcod friend. Ob, 1
am longing to see 'Tessan again so,
80 much! He will walk bravely with
2 gun and a sword, and ever =o many
brave looks will come out of his eves,
And he will be wounded a little—
only a little, Hayano, for the honor
of Japan. Oh, there is another stand
ard besides the standard of battle.
It is called the standard of Love!”
With a little ery of delight, Mine
jumped up and ran quickly down the
hill.
Hayano still sat under the cherry
trees, and, with his eyves wide open,
he dreamed his dreams. Just as the
dawn appeared he, too, descended the
hill. No gladsome shout came from
his lips. He walked slowly, and
springtime tapped at his heart, and
every time he heard her tapping, he
said: “I will not let her in!”
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And Tessan came to the little vil
lage where Mine lived, and thrilled
her heart with battle stories, and
frightened her a little with his de
scriptions of how the Russians once
fired upon a makeshift hospital, and
how a Japanese soldier, made mad
with cruel wounds, did mock battle
with the trees. Much more she loved
to sail with her lover upon the river,
where the lilies grew, and where they
drifted into peaceful backwaters,
hidden with drooping branches that
had a way of stroking the blue sky
with every breath of wind. Here all
the world seemed blotted out. She
forgot Hayano, and saw only the
handsome face of the brave Tessan,
Surely he was the bravest and most
| handsome soldier in the Japanese
{armyr i s |
1 It wasso these;da-’ya passed by. In
{due time the little' village was ,
‘with a hannv rriage—the marriage
ot et e oot peale
| of the village, poor as many of them
| were, all sent their marriage offer
ings, and Mine thought she was the
happiest of all happy women.
11
A year ‘went by. Mine carried a
merry baby boy upon her back. But
Mine was not merry. For the last
few months Tessan had grown cold
toward her, He used to g 0 away to}
Tokio and remain there for several
days. At last Mine knew why he
went to Tokio, and the knowledge
went deep down into her heart, and
left it aching and sore and very lone-
Iy. Once when Tessan returned to
‘her, he said that, as he did not want
her any more, he had obtained a di
verce—a divorce hecause she did not |
make rice quite as he liked it! |
When the trouble came she thought |
cf Hayano—Hayano, the good but
neglected friend of hers. Many times |
she contemplated asking him to meet |
her on the little hill, and just as
often she tried to banish the thoughtl
from her mind. Why should shei
trouble him now? And yet, eventual
ly, she did write to Hayano, and he
replied that he would meet her, ‘
And so it came about that on a
certain spring night Mine journeyefl
up the hill, where the cherry blossom ‘
hung like a beautiful pink-white
cioud. Her baby bey laughed at the
moonlight, Mine wished that hLe
would not laugh quite so much now!
How steep the hill seemed to-night,
and how long the way! She rested
Hnan.\' times on a bowlder, and onc-f*i
&she thought she would retrace hr‘ri
Isteps_ Then she caught cight of a
| familiar figure looking in the direc
!Liou of the sea. Once more Mine
‘px'ossed wearily forward, nearer and
;nearer to that calm form so peace
jl"ully waiting for her coming. It
isee*med to Mine that Peace sat under
|the cherry blossom, and she wanted
Peace to-night,
' Just as the little mother reached
her destination a cloud covered the
' moon. She put out her hands eagerly
{ and touched the silent form.
“Is that you, Hayano?”
“Yes,” replied the man. “I am so
glad you have come, I have not geen
{ you for such a long time. You are in
‘u-ouble. I could tell that by the
touch of your hands in the dark. Tell
me all about it, little one. 1t €xses
a beart so much to reveal a sorrow
to ancilier, does it not?” ,
“Yes, Hayano, I think it does, just |
a little.” And Mine squatted down by :
his side, and remained silent for a'
long time. I
“Little one, T am waiting for you
to tell me about your trouble,” sald!
the man, gently. !
“And L" replied Mine, “am wait. !
ing for the words to come! Myi
tongue and throat are so dry to-night,
Have patience with this long silence
of mine. I cannot speak yet!”
l “I will wait,” said the aman, *1
Iknow what that silence means, too!"”
Mine pressed his fingers very tight
|l:\' in her own for answer.
“Dear Hayano, have you heard any
l thing about me of late?” ;
“No, little one. I have heard of
; T«81r marriage, that is all.”
The baby boy cooed softly to him
self, and then laughed because he
beld in hi: wee hand a cherry Llos
som.
*What was that sound?” said Hay
ano, hastily.
“That was my child, my, little boy.
He is very happy to-night. I don't
think it’s very kind of him to be quite
so happy. to-night!”
“I am so glad yo: have a little
child,” said the man, eagerly. “Some
day I shall be able to teach him, glad
in the thought that he is your child.”
“Hayano! Don't talk like that!
It hurts me. X
“Listen. Have you heard of the
fisherboy, Urashima, how he married
the beautiful daughter of the Sea
God?”
“Ob, yes! But please tell me the
story again.”
“ 'Tis a sad story; but Urashima is
.very much like other men. His beati
tiful wife gave him all her love in
that great palace under the singing
sea, where there were wonderful jew
els, red and blue and green. But
presently Urashima grew restless. He
wanted to go away and see the world
again. His wife gave him a box and
told him never to open it. But when
Urashima had seen the world he
opened the box. A wonderful cloud .
came out and sailed away into the
blue and vanished. And Urashima
became a very, very old man and
never went back to the palace of the |
sea again.” Gy
Mine paused, and then continued:
“Hayano, if a woman's heart is big
with love it cannot hold a man for
long. Like Urashima, he goes 'awgyk
and mnever comes back again. He
‘opens the box of the woman he onea:
loved and scatters the sacred treasure
to the four winds. Tessan was like
‘that. And now he has put me away.
But it is better so. Watching his,
coldness grow, day by day, wasiefg{-_f
ble, terrible! I wish the spring had:
not tapped at my heart. I think it
was the ghost of a spring long age
that tapped!” i ‘l
Hayano gave a half stifled cry, re
leased his hand from the grasp of
Mine, and silently took theqhil'dfififl;
his arms, and caressed the mauhqfi,fi
and felt with one finger the tiny wet
mouth, open a little in wonder. |
“Hayano, Hayano, what is the mat
ter?” said Mine, in a pitiful little
‘voice. “Oh, T wish the clouds would
go away from the moon. I want to
see your face again so muech!”
“But it is such an ugly face, Mine,”
said the man, trying to laugh with
burning tears in his eyes, ~ ©
“There is so much feeling behindd,
dear man of my heart!”
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He went on caressing the ehild, AVOICY
‘through him when small = fitfge).
wriggled against his chin. N
“Hayano,” said Mine, very tend &
ly, “I want to tell you something. T
want to tell you that I never loved
Tessan as I love you now. A year ago
you desired my happiness. ‘Dear
lord, all my happiness is in your keep
ing now!” S ; A
“Wait till the moon comes out be~
hind. the clouds,” was all Hayano
said, as he rested his face against the
small head of the boy, ;
Presently the moon shone forth
and lit up the quaint figures sitting
under the cherry tree. Mine, with a
sharp ery of pain, saw her old friend
in the robe of a Buddhist priest, a
priest "holding in his arms a little
child as if it were his own.
} Then Hayano said, in a voice husky
lwith emotion: “Little one, I cannot
marry you now. I have entered the
service of the Lord Buddha, T have
taken the vows of celibacy, and they
cannot be broken. I have always
loved you, Mine, but I did not know
until to-night, until it was too late,
that I could make you happy. And
the pine trees work with their thou
sand needles star pictures, and the
wind comes, and the pine trees fall
without having finished their weav
ing; but life goes on just the same,
doesn’t it, little boy, that I shall teach
some day?” ‘
. Once more tiie moon became hidden
in a cloud. There was silence under
the cherry blessom: but the far away
waves hroke upon the shore, and they
seemed to murmur, “Urashima!”— :
Black and White, ‘
Lake Tahoe Sinking, ; ‘
According to recent reports Lake,
Tahoe in the Sierras is falling rapid- i
ly. The lake is situated on the boun- |
dary of Nevada and California near
Reno, Nev. About a month ago it
Was observed that the waters were |
receding. In four weeks’ time theyi
had dropped fully six feet, The cause i
of the subsidence is a mystery., Two i
years ago the waters rose rapidly to
such a height that the surrounding |
towns were seriously threatened, The
lake is very deep, and isg situated in
wvhat some believe to be an extinet
voleano, Possibly the mysterious
changes of level may be due to vol
canic action. According to a legend
of the Washoe Indians the waters |
oince were hurled out of the lake byl
some snbterranean force and,over-g
s helmed the inhabitants of towng in
the valley to the eagt. - !
Shepherds believe the wool on a
sheep’s back is an unfailing barome
ter. The curlier the wool the finer
will be the weather,
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which bear a trade-mark at all re
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the princesse lines at the front and
18 made with close fitting sleeves and
it is altogetf;er graceful and attrac
tive at the same time that it is quite
simple. In the illusiration black mo
hair is trimmed with black and white
striped taffeta. For the trimming al.
most any contrasting material or
banding can be used that may be
liked.
The suit s made with the bloom
ers and the gown. The bloomeoers are
of the regulation sort that are fitted
by means of darts at the hips, whiic
they are drawn up below the knoes
by elastic inserted in the hems, 'The
gown portion is made in semi-prin
cesse style, the skirt and the blouse
being joined by means of a belt at
the back and sides, while they cut in
one at the front, .
The quantity of material required
for the medium size is ten yards
twenty-seven, five and three-fourth
yards forty-four, or five and onec-half
yards fifty-two inches wide, with one
and one-half yards twenty-seven
inches wide for trimming and tie.
Babyfied Hats,
Hats appear to become more and
more babyfied. Just so there be a
rufile somewhere about the face to
nive a caplike air, and that it gets
back of the head-—that is about o
one seeks for. This style is decidedly
English, since no one but the English
weman ever seems to have any suc
cess with such headgear, and they
etiit her picturesque head and sweet
ly-pretty face better than women of
any oth r country,
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Little short neck ruffs thick and
reaching hig.° about th¢ ears and
chin, but not at =N de n. are worn
tied at the back with a short bow of
ribbon. Some are of tulle, some of
feathers, some of shaggy ragged flow
er petals, small, and binding tightly
the throat, not at all the neck or
shoulders, as recently.
Directoirve Style,
As the season advances, it needs
no great prophetic vision to foretell
the assured acceptance of taffeta
coats with soft muslin and lace skirts.
There was quite a promising attempt
made on these lines last season, which
those of us who saw and noted real
ized was then only in its infancy of
popularity, It is highly probable,
however, that in this particular con
nection the long-tailed Directoire coat
will supplant the present short semi
fit, in which case there is every prom
‘ise of the long-handled pa<asol com
| ing once again to the fore. )
| Waist Accessories.
The tailored set is severe in style
and is designed to be worn with plain
shirt waists. In the illustration it is
made of blue linen scalloped, dnd the
two front pieces are buttoned to
gether by means of small pearl but
tons. The smaller jabot and pointed
stock can be made of lace, as illus
trated, or of fine lawn or embroidery,
or indeed, of any material that is
suited to such purpose, while the
longer jabot and the high stock can
be made from lawn or linen, as illns
trated, from silk or lingerie material,
or the collar and stock can mateh the
waist, while the jabot is of net, lace
or other thin fabric.
The quantity of material required
is for the tailored set one' and one-
fourth yards twenty-one, one vard
twenty-seven, seven-eighth yard thir
ty-two; for the shorter jabot with col
lar two and three-eighth vards of lacs
three and one-fourth inches wide,
three-eighth yard of beading., two
vards of insertion, three-fourth * urd
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coliar one-half yard of any width for
coliar and stay, one-half yard thirty
two, threc-eighth yard forty-four for
jabot and bow.
Satin Charmeuse,
The loveliest of all materials for
evening gowns is the satin charmeuse,
a wonderfully soft and silky fabric,
which seems to have all the supplc
ness of Oriental satin combined with
the greater richness of satin duch
esse. |
A Tie Novelty,
The tailored girl is wearing with
her turn-over collar odd little butter
flics of leather,
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Saddest of the Sad.
"Tis sad, when you must borrow ;ea&h, 5
To find your friend won’t lend it;
To be in jail for taking grait, 3
And can’t get out to spend it.
"Tis sad to walk where peaches grow,
And be too short to reach them;
To world-awakening sermons write, 3
And not be asl;ef to preach them.
is sad to learn a scandal through :
A key-hole, so can’t tell it;
To read the joke vou called yvour own,
Before you'd time to sell it.
But this is far the saddest fate
The sun will ever shine on: - >
To be a vine and want to twine,
And have no oak to twine on. :
—Lippincott’s Magazine,
So e Could Not.
“Now, just tell the story in your
own words,” said the lawyer to the
witness.
“But I'm under oath, ain't 12" re
plied the frank witness. — Yonkers
Statesman. - .
Not a Chance.
voctor—“Your wife is very ill, sir,
and likely to die.”
Husband—" You needn't worry
about her, doctor. She got a new
dress the other day, and she hasn’t
tried it on yet."—Tit-Bits.
IKnew His Lesson.
Sunday-schol Teacher—“ Now, Ose
wald, if another boy were to come up,
to you and sirike you on the cheek,
what would you do?”
Oswald (promptlyl-——“Put myself
in his place.”—Louisville Herald.
| Discretion.
“It seems to me you're letting him
off pretty easy. You only call him
eccentric when you mean he's a
thief.”
“I can't afford to call him a thief,
old chap. He's my chauffeur!’ ’—
Brooklyn Life,
By Way of Encouragement,
“The manager always keeps back a
pbortion of the villain's salary.”
“Why does he do that—afraid he'd
skip?”
“No, but he always acts his part
better when he's mad.”-—Bt. Louis
Globe-Democrat,
| When Life is Vain.
| “Well,” said Finnegan, ‘(here’s
only wan time whin life ain't worth
livin’.” _ , i
“An’ whin is that?” asked Flan
nery. I
“Whin ye think it ain't.”—Catho
lic Standard and Times, NN e
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“And what are you going to dc
| when you grow up?”
| “I'm going to drive a pie wagon!"”
| —New York Telegram.
Quite So. 3
“Of course,” said the conceited
Young physician, “there will always
be some tubercular allments, but if
people would only take my advice
there would he fewer.”
“Yes,” replied Knox, “fewer peoy
ple."—Philadelphia Press.
The Pictorial Substitute,
“We must economize,” declared
Mr. Gunson. “We simply can't afe
ford to go abroad this year.”
“Very well,” said Mrs, Gunson, “I'il
Just tell all my friends to be sure to
gend me posteards from every poing
they visit.”—Brooklyn Lite,
A Relief to Both,
At last,” he sighed, “we're alone,
I've been hoping for this chance,”
“So have 1,” she said, very frankly.
“Ah! you have guessed, then, that
I wanted to tell you that I love you,”
“Yes, and I want to say ‘No’ and
get it over with.,”—London Opinion,
Not Overlooking Anything,
Laundryman—‘lregret to tell you,
si, that one of your shirts is lost.”
Customer—" But here, I have just
paid you twelve cents for doing it
up.”
Laundryman — “Quite right, sir,
We laundered it before we lost it —
Harper's Weekly.
A Case For Hurry.
Cleverton (who has hired a taxi
meter cab to propose in)-—*‘Say ‘yes,’
darling!”
Miss Calumet—‘Give me time to
think.” !
“Heavens! But not in here! Con
sider the expense!"—Life,
Justifiable Arrest,
Barber (in up-Statetown) —‘There
must be some grouchy coppers in lit
tle old New York. I see where a bar
ber was arrested there recently for
combing a policeman's hair on Sun
day.”
Cigar Drummer — “Probably he
deluged the cop's tresses with water
without asking permission.”—Brook
va Life,
