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A Bachelor’s Diary
Tennis and Golf bv Nioht—An Autumn Fad
The Roses
By MAX
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A TRAGEDY IN RUSSIAN LIFE
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\ 17GU8T .10. (Being in the form !
of a aappoaititiou* dialogue be-
• ween Sally Spencer and my*
►elf She In away off In Paris, ab
sorbed In th** v.Tbllie* of thin world. |
and T am a helpless invalid, confined
to a cottage In the nnrthornmnv 1
wood* of thl* country with much
time to reflect on the probabilities of
my rewards or punishment* in I '
next The Imaginary Sall\ 1* sitting
tn the little low rocker ’hat sways
tmpt |j wit ' • ■ a ind. ba< ■
f orth. on the porvh beside me in th.*’ !
tantaliatnfly suggestive way that
empty rockers have.)
SALLY: I can stay onl> a short
time, Max I had to wait a few min- ]
iitea 1n ’he Bon Marche for a fitting
and thought 1 would make a mental
visit with you while waiting. How
are you. my dear* You look like i
mummy with all those blanket* an' 1
rugs around you. but not as sick as I
had expected. Perhaps that pretty J
nurse you have written bo much about :
is prolonging: your Illness with n 1
motive "
MAX “It i« poasdble that the mo-
1ve is on my *ide ”
It Stops
SALLY You don’t mean to sav
Max, that you have become such «n •
imbecile that you condemn yourself I
o cushions and calomel and airbags
for the pleasure you get In having
some silly girl wipe your face an I ,
bands and look solicitous when you |
sigh, and oomb your hair and tell you j
what a fine-shaped head you have, j
and hold your hands every time you |
have an imaginary pair*’ Max. I am
ashamed of you!”
MAX 'You are losing your tact
The right way to talk to a man when
he is sick is to call him a martyr and
a hero Instead of an imbecile.”
SALLY '1 suppose tbat’« the sort
of soothing syrup that nurse hands t
vou? T see it is time I came home
from Paris and took you In charge
How many, many times are you g>
:ne to make It neressan* for me lb
jave you from other women""
MAX “Save me for whom" -
(The rocker, which had sway i
rap dlv when the imaginary Sally wa-
scolding me stopped short. There Is
a silence. Then it begins to sway
again, but the imaginary Sally has
limed her head »o that 1 can not « '**
her face, end she changes the sub
ject irhen she begins talking >
SALLY ‘‘I suppose you know that ,
.lack is with me ’n Paris" That means
T have something more to do than to
match ribbons and laces. The widow
la there, too.”
MAX “You did not .sav for whoJ j
vou want to save me?”
SALLY ”1 am most cordial wltfc |
her So cordial ahd so delighted when
T hear Jack is with her that he is
growing susplciou'-. He asked me *hli
morning when dressing for breakfast
if I was growing tired of him and
wanted to get rid of him”
MAX "Do you?*’
SALLY: ”1 hope you will he satis
fled with the winter clothes I bought
for Manette. They cost more than
«,ver before, but ihc child i» no longer
a baby to be confined to the company j
of her nurse and governess, and mus! I
dross better You will laugh whan I
tell you there is i party dre^ —”
MAX "1 don’t oare what you,
bought I never oare. It doesn't In-
terest me and never has. and vou
know' 1 never look at the hills. The
nurse aav* — M
3ALLY "And l don't care what
the nurse sa>s. I think it ver\ un
kind in you. Max, to quote thHt nurse
to me when I have such a short
time to stav I have a good notion to
come hack home and discharge her
You are able to travel now and can
he taken home where Richards and
Tompkins and I can nurse you. or get
a man nurse for that matter '
MAX "I don't want a man nurs.
There would he none of that delight
ful sense of danger with a man nurs •
and I refuse to have one. Fancy me
getting lonely In the long hour* of th<
night and calling for my nuns* to
'•ome and sit beside ine and smooth
my forehead and hold mv hard, and
having a great big ugly whiskered
man appear! 1 won’t have It! I am
sick, and sick people alwavs hav
what they want, «md I want mv pr»
tv nurse. I think you are very self
ish HV \ to begrudge me the on!\
co -npensatlon sickness affords a mao
a svmpath\ that demands no chap
eron.”
(Trie rocker stopped swinging hack
and forth The imaginary Sally is
looking away off into the woods, but I
fancy she doesn’t see the royal color
of scarlet and gold the trees have put
on Perhaps ther« are tears in her
eves and the colors* she see* seem
rain-draggled Nhe turns and when
she speak - .igain her voire i*? low . and
ha* a note of helplespness In it that
distresses me )
HALLY ”Tt 1* all a tangle my I if*
and Jark's and yours, I have tried
so hard to he good. Max. but with a
husband who strays after every new
petticoat, and whom I can’t love with
out compelling myself to love him.
and with the man 1 do love throwing
himself «wav on a woman who ran
never care for him i* I have cared
f «r years why. Max, I—I don’t know
what to do!”
(It l* my turn to look at the tree*
without seeing their beauty It seems
to me now that all I saw wa*« a little
narrow' path that wound tn and out
aptopg the gold-flecked shadows of
the woods, and that lost itself some
where In their depths. It would be
fine to take Sallv hv the hand and
lead her down that path and never
kn<*w it* «"ding’ j am interrupted
In my musing* hv a sudden move
ment by Hally. Phe has risen, and
has come to me. and has thrown her
arms around my neck, and is !<ls a ing
rue In the mariner o # which I have
>f*en dreamed. Good men are good
sss
rpHK season of the rose
1 at It* highest in th
■X- an. lent City of Most
' A
l *• I ■ IJ | 111 «• ) . < fllllli it' i I ' i ' ' j
also in their dreams. But are there'
anv ~ond men"
He Wonders
SALLY “I won't give vou up! I
kept the widow from marrying you.
and I warn vou 1 will keep the pretty
nurse from getting vou if I have to go
to the limit. 1 want you for myself.
1 have wanted you for year* Every
hour of the day and night I have
thought only of vou, though every
one believed 1 was such a devoted
wife 1 deceived even - ou! I haven’t
been good in mv thoughts, but no
woman who doesn't love her husband
is good in her thoughts. It is impos
sible. Max! I don’t love my husband,
and I do love you. and I know!”
A clock In Mrs. Allen's dining room
strikes, and even when a woman is
making love to a man she can't keep
a dressmaker watting Evidently it
reminded mv dream visitor of the
garment waiting a fitting In the Bon
Marche, for hefore it had ceased
striking the hour Hally was gone.
Rut I wonder if she is that kind of
a Sailv in her thoughts.
mmmm
The tennis court and golf links at night.
No longer are tin uiiiiuily unatliletic to have the ex
cuse that they cannot play outside games because of the
pressure of business. Artificially lit lawn courts and a
golf links have come into being, as these photographs bear
witness. The courts and the “course” in question are at
the Woodbury Country Club, at Woodbury, X. J., and
were designed and installed by Thomas ,J. Little, .fr. The
light is applied by the latest type of incandescent gas
lamps, which, it is claimed, are better for the pttrpose
than electric lights. There are four lawn tennis courts.
The golf ‘course”—for putting only—is 80 feet long by
40 feet wide, and has nine holes.
Household Suggestions
M iss bflinda dropped with a
tired sigh Into a seal on her own
porch and her brother Hon
frowned at her with disapproval
"Ijook here, young woman. he be
ean ^irrrly, "how long are you going
jo keep this thing up? First thing you
Unow T’U have to send for a trained
nurw for you or at least park you off
to a rest cure at safe distance from
th* ("Taiga
"Nonsense. Ren. I’m all right You
greatly exaggerate what 1 do for poor
Mr* Craig
"Wall. I don't exaggerate wit an I
iell you that vou have passed forty-two
hour* with poor Mrs. Craig in the last
week. I have kept time on you.’
"How ridiculous to do that' I'd no
d*a. though, that I’d been at the farm
*o much. Still, it would he simply
brutal not to do what I can for Mrs
Cratg when site is ill. and there’s no on®
but the hoy* to wait on her or do any
thing about the house The boys are
very busy in the field* just now. too.”
Why in the name of all that's sensi
ble doesn't she keep a girl?"
"1 think »bw would if she could And
one Girls are scarce in this neighbor
hood
"What's the matter with that little
Molly .Johnson you sometimes have to
k«lp Norah .’ Why couldn't she work for
Mrs Craig?*'
'•Well,” Mies Belinda >aughed. the
matter with Molly Is that her eyes are
much too blue and her cheeks quite too
pink Do you Imagine Mrs Craig is
keen on offering that particular kind of
temptation to her bachelor sons"
Not to Rest
h a at- outrage thai she should <ie-
l*eod upon her neighbors to take rare
of her and run her house 1 hope you'll
have sense enough to star at home thl*
afternoon and rest
"I shall stay at home
And rest v ”
"Well, part of the time, perhaps; but
now 1 must make a cake
' Why not let Norah make the cane"
If she can t we ran easily go without
t "
"Oh, thie caJte isn't for us To-mor
row is Jimmie Craig's birthdai and poor
Mrs. Craig is .terribly disappointed be-
auae she iac’l aid* to ip*kr angel s foo<l
fur him It seems that that great six
footer, who looks a« f he had never
baeteo anything le,«s substantial than
pork and bean* quite dotes .-n angel s
food.’
' You liu-le woolly lamb' So you
promised to make him one Why don't
you crochet him a necktie, too""
"In order to reinstate myself In your
good opinion let me tell vou that I have
pe'Hijadfyi Mr* Craig to gei a woman
with a child, who will he glad to have
* country home 1 kno* there are
plenty of them and I v# written to Fun
p> Drayton to find one through her
••'Dement work.
"That’s a good idea He sure to order
one with dull eyes and sallow cheeks.
By the way. here's a letter from Fannie
that came while you were gone."
Miss Belinda’s fare brightened as she
read the letter "Fannie *ays she
knows a good woman with a dear little
girl that she would love to bring up in
the country. Oh. Ben. isn’t it splendid?
Fannie had been hunting for just such
a chance for the widow and what n good
thing it will be to poor Mrs Craig!
T must write F5*«hn1e to send her at
once ”
"No. I'll call her up on the long-dis
tance and ask her to send them out to
morrow "
Late the next afternoon Miss Belinda
and her brother drove to the station
and returned with a capable but sad-
looking mother and child After giving
them a comfortable supper Miss Be
linda conveyed them to the Craig farm,
where, through her offices, they were
expected.
Her Story
1% will l»e a relief to know that poor
Mrs Craig has some one to look after
her and the housekeeping, said Miss
Belinda that night.
But when the next day tame the
woman and the child came also, with
the tidings that Mrs Cra'g had sent
them away
"There must be some misunderstand-
ng,” sighed Miss Belinda "You rest
here and I’ll run over to the farm anti
have a talk with Mrs Craig "
When she returned, looking discour
aged, her brother salt!. "Well, how
about it""
' Ren. Just think of it! That woman
wa* actually willing to work for the
hoard of herself anti the little girl, but
J Mr* Craig was vexed because she
washed out the child’s one little frock
j this morning Site said she couldn’t af
ford to furnish laundry soap for the
child # washing' When I remonstrated
against her losing good help for such
I a small matter, she said, very blandly.
'With such a good neighbor as you.
Miss Belinda I don't see that 1 really
need any hired help '
"Well, I’ll he jiggered' But how about
our overhasty Importation” What's to
be done with the woman and child?"
' They’re to stay here and build up on
country air ami good food for a while,
and then I’ll try to find them a perma
nent home You don't mind their staying
here, do you. Ben""
"Oh. no But 1 must make one re
quest. Belinda, amt that Is that you
won’t talk to me any more about your
poor Mrs Craig
I.eat her ohair» often become greasy
looking where the arm* and head
rest on the leather To remove the^e
murks try linseed oil. Boil half ;»
pint of oil and let it stand until
nearly cold, then pour in half a pint
of vinegar. Stir till it is well mixed,
and bottle, when it is ready for use.
Put a few drops on n flannel and
polish with soft duster. This will
thoroughly renovate all leather.
His 1
,OVP A CHARMING SHORT STORY
In cases of emergency a kettle or
saucepan can be heated over a candle
by the following means Stand two
chairs (with rungs) fairly near to
gether Place a lighted candle on the
floor between the two. Then lay a
pair of fire-tongs across the rungs of
the two chairs and on the tongs place
a small kettle or saucepan imme
diately over the candle. The water
does nor take long to boll.
Flatiron* become rusty if left in n
damp place or It put away flat when
warm. Rub them first with beeswax,
then with dry. coarse' salt, using a
short, hard brush. When heating
Irons it Is wise to remove them from
a lighted gas-ring afier a few min
utes have elapsed, and to wipe away
the tin\ specks of moisture which
will be found to have formed
To remove smoke-marks from ceil
ings*. mix a thick paste of starch and
water, and with a clean flannel spread
it over the mark. Allow it to get
thoroughly dry, then brush off with
a soft brush and the marks will
have disappeared.
I X the wild and inaccessible canyon
of the Timok River, which forms
the boundary line between Servia
and Bulgaria, lies a little mountain
hamlet, Vardak.
In'days of old, while the Christian
Serbs were fighting their Turkish op
pressors. Vardak was the refuge of
hundreds from Turkish violence.
From this village they renewed their
fight with new vigor. Nowadays Var
dak is a peaceful village seldom vis
ited by strangers The inhabitants
know little or nothing of the out
side world and many generations died
without knowing anything of the
groat national movement which swept
the country. Even when the great
war of liberation act all Serbian
hearts aflame the storm of enthusi
asm hardly touched Vardak. Only
old Ljuba and three other men. armed
to the teeth, descended into the valley
to fight the arch enemy, hut none of
them ever returned and after a few
years they were completely forgotten.
It was taken for granted that they
had lost their lives fighting the Turks,
for what Serbian peasant would not
have hurried pack to his hous*e and
hearth if lie went through the war
unharmed ?
Tn this quiet. remote village.
M laden grew up. When his father.
Ljuba, descended into the valley to
fight the Turks he was still a baby,
and now w'hen he had grown int
and singing their -’ongs of war; but
when he heard that he was to fight
the Bulgarians, not the Turks, he
shook his head. This seemed so un
natural. The Bu’garians living on
the other side of the Timok were good
Christians, praying to the same saints
as the Herbs.
But, of course, the mighty King In
Belgrade must know what he is doing,
and it is not for an ignorant peas
ant to trouble his brain trying to
understand his orders. The King had
issued an order, and all the men of
Vardak obeyed and hurried to get
ready for their departure.
He is Picked.
There were twenty young men al
together, and among these was
MJaden. They' were to leave for
Zlzecar at dawn the next day. Many
a mother clasped her young son In
her arms and many a young girl cried
until her eyes were red at the thought
that she might never see her lover
again, but nobody wept for Mladen,
for he had neither parents nor sweet
heart. But the rich Arsen supplied
him well with provisions and Militza
shook his hand cordially and present
ed him with a holy Ikon of the Vir
gin. When she felt how his hand
trembled in hers she asked in sur
prise; “Why do you tremble so.
M laden ?”
But Mladen did not answer. He
j let go her hand, and silently and with
bowed head he joined his comrades.
Before using table oilcloth, paste
at each corner on the wrong side a
square of cotton This prevents the
corner* from wearing out ns soon as i
they otherwise would.
To keep bread boards a beautiful
color, rub them well with half a
lemon; then wash them in cold water,
and stand them in the wind or in the
sun to dry.
tl
and
powerful
young
man.
and
led h
is living
herding
the
cat-
of th
e rich pi
easant. J
\ rsen
dhi
reme
on her a
single featur
e of
fathei
r’s. But
when he
look)
“d at
old r
ustv arms on the
‘ wal
Is In
mis'i
able hut
he had
inhe
rited
Thiring hot weather small hags of
muslin filled with charcoal .-should be
hung in the pantry on either side of
the hottest weather.
When cooking liver .and bacon get
a sour apple, slice it very finely , and
add it to the gravy. This will Im
part a delicious flavor, which is a
great improvement.
To give potatoes a flavor add half
a teaspoonful of sugar, as well us
salt, when boiling. This does not
make them too sweet, bill gives t
delicious flavor.
Tactful.
Handsome Is-
"Why. haven't I been good to you?
l»ok at the handsome engagement
ring 1 gave you."
Ya*. t took it down to a pawnshop
the other n>i\ to *«e what T could ge!
on It and he asked me what l
war .’d for it marbles or skipping
rope.”
Kind words may he more than
coronets, and simple faith may beat
Norman blood to a frazzle; but after
all. tact is the possession most dear
and most useful to the human race.
Mr. Daniels thought so. too.
When lie left the house he had left
Mr* Daniels with a lady friend,
whose abilities as a scandal-monger
and mischief-maker are pre-eminent.
When he returned he Just poked his
head into the drawing room.
That old cat gone. I suppose"*' he
grt ; d with u sigh of relief
For Just an itlstant there was a
dreadful silence, for as he uttered the
last whrd he encountered the stony
glare of the lady who had been,in his
mind. Then Mrs. Daniels spoke quite
calmly
The old ••at"' she said. “Oh. yes.
dear I sent it to the fats' Home m
a basnet first thing thi» morning!”
from his mother, or when he listened
to old blind Jezdimir’s tales of the
feats of his ancestors, the cruelties
of the enemy and the desperate fights
he saw before his Inner eye an image
of father, as a tall, broad-shouldered
warrior, thirsting for adventure and
revenge, and often while he w is herd
ing his cattle near the river he
dreamed of himself fighting the Turks
and returning home as a hero cov
ered with glory. He saw Arsen .run
ning to meet him. embracing him and
crying: "You are a brave fellow.
Miaden. and as a reward. I am happy
to accept you as my daughter Milit-
za’s husband.”
Mladen loved Militza. though she
ditl not know it. How should Militza.
the richest girl in the village, about
whom all the young men were fight
ing.. have suspected that her father’s
humblest hireling dared raise his eyes
to her?
His Secret.
Mladen kept the >eoret of his love
to himself, and did not even mention
it to old Jeadimir.
Then the wonderful thing happened.
One wintry day. when a terrible bliz
zard was raging In the mountains and
Vardak was entirely cut off from the
world, a granger arrived in the vil
lage. He went straight to the rich
Arson's farm and said that he was
Sergeant Janko Vllntin. and that the
King of Belgrade had declared war
against Bulgaria and now called all
men to the colors. Every man capable
of bearing arms must meet at Zijecar
within 24 hours.
This was the message of the King,
and when Mladen heard it tils heart
began heating wildly and be began
to think of all the stories .Tezdtmir
had told him of wild, cruel-looking
men swinging their bloody scimitars
Two brother nations that only a
few years previous had been sighing
under the same yoke were now at
\v;.r, a senseless* war of foolish am
bition. Bloody battles were fought
at Sllvetza. Zarlnrod and Plrot. The
Bulgarians were victorious and the
Serbs tied demoralized and in wild
disorder, an army of ragged and ex
hausted creatures, thousands of whom
found their deaths in the blizzard in
thA mountains near Pirot. When
night fell, the fate of the Serbs was
sealed.
Among the thousands who re
mained on the hattlefield was Mladen.
A shell had torn away his right leg
and the wheel of an ammunition cart
had crushed his chest. But Mladen
did not want to die. He felt no pain,
but was w arm and * comfortable now
that the blizzard had stopped and the
moon was making night almost as
bright as day.
He raised his head and across his
pale lips tame the sound of a name,
and she whose name he called bent
down over him with a tender smile,
and asked: "Why do you tremble,
Mladen ?”
And he told her why, for now he
felt as brave as never before:
“I love you. Militza.”
And she did not grow angry at all.
She smiled and looked at him kindly
with her big blue eves and he felt her
warm breath on hi- cheek. He could
not control himself any longer lk
threw his arms passionately arount
her neck. And while his hot. fever
ish hands < aught hold of the frozen
grass. Mladen fell back into th* 3 snow
and with a happy smile on his lipe lit
gave up his young soul.
A novel use of compressed air is
made by railway companies in the
Southern States of America. When
the loads of cotton are being taken
to the coast there is always danger
of their becoming damaged through
sparks from the locomotives. To pre
vent this, the locomotive boilers are
filled w’ith compressed air. A train
load of several thousand bales of cot
ton can be hauled by* these locomo
tives at a rate of twelve miles an
hour, although no fire is used in
working them.
I'ollowing the proposal for a tax
on bachelors in France, the society
"T.u Race Francaise” suggests that
every male citizen who either has no',
three children alive or who has not
reared three children to the age of
21 should be taxed $5.50 a year for
each child below the number of three
This would apply to both bachelors
and married men. Such a tax, it is
estimated, would produce about $100,.
000,000 a year.
Doubtless the most unique spot in
Europe is the little village of Alten-
berg. on whose border throe coun
tries meet. It is ruled by no mon
arch. has no soldiers, no police, and
no taxes. Its inhabitants speak a
curious jargon of French and Ger
man combined, and spend their days
In cultivating the land or working
in the valuable calamine mine of
which the village boasts.
the topay-turvy
Moscow, which, in
spite of its stucco German buildings
and miniature skyscrapers, still seems
to recall the East at every comer of
its tortuous streets.
Even the rose-sellers here are differ
ent from the pale-faced, tired-looking
men and women who ply' the same trade
in the great cities of Western Europe.
Every morning when the dawn is just
beginning to break, ami the sun, like a
great bail of fire, is forcing its way up
Into the silver-grav sky, they take their
stand—a ragged, barefooted band of
smiling urchins—-on the new bridge be
side the Brest station.
This bridge is one of the finest struc
tures in Moscow. At one end is the
Arc DeTriomphe. guarding the way to
the Tverskaia, the Piccadilly of Moscow.
At the other is the boulevard which
twines its way through the groat
beeches and sycamores of the Petrovsky
Park, in which are situated Yar. Htreil-
na, Mauretania and the other boisterous
pleasure gardens of Moscow nightlife.
The bridge is thus the boundary be
tween the proaatc, businesslike Ten
tonic Moscow of the daytime ami the
extravagantly riotous, nocturnal Moscow
of the Hlav. On its friendly parapet the
little rose-seller* take their seats, dan
gling their half-naked legs against the
stone, singing snatches of Russian folk
songs, and waiting patiently for five re
turn of the belated pleasure-seeker* to
their daily task.
Suddenly a “iekhatch"—a swift vlo
toria with large rubber tires - or a motor
car. is heard afar off in the silent still
nese of the early morning. Some twelve
or thirteen ragamuffins spring from
their places and race to the middle of
the stree*. There is a quiet patter of
naked feet on the rough, lagged cob
ble*. For a moment the little band
keeps pace with the passing vehicle.
The sellers Jostle and push each other
in their eagerness, and with little re
gard for their own safety snatch a per
ilous foothold on the splashboard. And
all the while a fire of pleading requests
Is kept up incessantly.
“Buy a rose, master!"
“Fresh roses, my lady? A double for
six.”
“See, master, T am hungry. I have
eaten nothing since yesterday morning
Buy a rose radee Christa."
He Buys.
And if the fat, pleasure sated man in
the carriage shows little sign of yield
ing to these entreaties, the tired painted
woman by his side is more sympathetic
and compels her companion to open his
purse. Besides she wants the flowers.
They remind her of long-forgotten
days and of the many things that might
have been.
In this way does the little army exact
its toll from the passing stream of car
riage* and cars
Life is hard, and the bent, w’orn-out
| mother, w'ho, as a “tender” in the cot-
[ ton mills, keeps the family alive on
the princely wage of thirteen ruble* a
month, has need of all the copecks her
fourteen-year-old son can collect.
Rivalry Is, therefore, keen in this
children’s trade, but on the whole there
Is no bullying, no Jealousy, no 111 feel
ing. Occasionally, however, in the race
for first place, "desire outruns perform
ance,” and the movement of the tllln,
bony legs Is unable to keep pace with
the eagerness of the mind.
Motor cars are comparatively rare in
Moscow, and the rose sellers have not
yet learned to Judge their deceptive
pace with the same nicety as their
London prototypes.
And so sometimes it happens that the
bridge Is a silent witness of a little
tragedy. Suddenly there is a startled
shout of warning from the driver. The
car take,* a wide swerve to the side.
A piercing shriek rings out In the cold
morning air
A sickening thud follows. The car
stops, w’hlle a policeman comes forward
with his notebook.
The little fellow is taken into the car
and driven off to the nearest police
station. In a few minutes the street
resumes It* normal appearance, and the
ragged little sellers return to their
"beat" on the bridge. They are sorry,
of course, as far as it lies in their
power to be sorry, but the battle for
bread knows no respite and the world
of pleasure must still be fed.
lazily, curiously, and exchange guesse*
as to the exact nature of the crlra*
Maria Vasilyevna has committed. A%
the ouchastok she is ushered Into the
superintendent’s office. He has a harsh
voice, but he looks at her not unkindly.
"Sec. little mother,” he says stam
meringly. while he shuffles on the floor
with his heavy topboots, "there has been
an accident.”
She bows her head resignedly.
"It Is my Pavel, Is it not?”
The officer nods assent. He takes her
into another room and shows her the
poor, emaciated body with the white,
pinched face and the wide open, startled
eye*. The little hand is clenched tight
ly over a bunch of faded roses, a*
though the instinct of pelf-preservation
so keenly developed amongst the very
poor had not left him even In death.
“Is that your son?” he asks.
Identified.
Clocks are now made to run five
years with once winding up. In 1881
the Belgian Government placed one
of these in a railway station and
sealed it. it has kept capital time,
having been six times wound—in 1886.
1891. 1896, 1901, 1905 and 1911; and
there is a clock in the Church of St.
Quentin, in Mayence, which haa only
stopped once during a period of 500
years.
"Aladdin's lamp, in good working
order, price 500.000 pounds.” is the
inscription on a card attached to a
curious-looking lamp exposed for sale
in the shop-window- of a Kingston
antique dealer.
A pen-nib is a little thing, yet there
is more Pteel used In the manufac
ture of nibs than in all the sword and
gun factories in the world. A ton
of steel produces about 1.500.000 pens.
The cost of the navieM of the world
last year aggregated $?25,Q00.000.
Figures compiled by the Depart
ment of Inland Revenue at Ottawa
show that the people of Canada last
year smoked 975.325,501 cigarettes,
an increase of nearly 200,000,000 over
j the figures for 1911.
The Other Side.
In a little by-street across the river,
in the dirtiest part of the town, a frail,
shriveled-up little woman is busily en
gaged in cleaning- out her room. She
swears gently to herself even’ few min
utes. The samovar has been ready for
over an hour and her brat of a boy
has not 5 r et come home.
Most likely he has gone off with the
other lads to play pitch and toss. She
is still meditating on the punishment
she will certainly mete mt to him,
when a knock at the door disturbs her,
and the great, gruff voice of the door
keeper rings out:
"Maria Vasilyevna! Marla Vasilyevna!
You are wanted at the police station at
once.”
A policeman pushes his way into the
room. Wonderingly she wraps a shawl
about her head and totters out into the
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The answering "Tcs” is swallowed
up In the muttering of a prayer. A*
gently as he can the officer leads her
back into hi* office. The Iaw must be
carried out, and the body has to be
identified. He shows her where to maJce
her mark in his book, for she can not.
write ber name. For a moment sho
stands with clasped hands, her eyes
fixed on the room which she baa Just
left.
"May© I take the roses with roe?*’ «he
asks pleadingly.
The reply Is In the affirmative.
She goes back to the hare, cold mor
tuary A bunch of faded roses is lying
beside the corpse. Greedily, cunningly,
as though afraid that the officer might
change hfs mind, and without a thought
for the body beside hor, she gathers up
the precious bundle. She counts them
over once, twice, lest there by any mis
take, then, with a quiet good-bye, she
takes her leave.
Once in her own home she puts the
flowers in w r ater, but the faded petals
refuse to resume their appearance of
freshness.
“The devil takes them,” she mutters
disgustedly. “They are not worth ten
copeck—not even on the Tverskaia.”
She takes a needle and prides the
long green stems In a last effort to re
vive them, but the flowers are as dead
as the child whom she has just left.
Yet, though with a sense of grief
Comes with the falling leaf,
And memory makes the summer
doubly pleasant.
In all my autumn dreams
A future summer gleams.
Passing the fairest glories of the
present.
—George Arnold.
I^et the sweet heavens endure.
Nor close and darken above me
Before I am quite, quite sure
That there is one to love me:
Then let come w’hat may
To a life that has been so sad,
I shall have rriy day.
- From "Maud.’*
When I sail to the Fortunate Islands
Over the violet sea,
May one friend, my heart’s friend.
Be there, a-sail with me.
On the breast of the deep, sweet waters,
In the arms of the white spray,
Sailing, sailing, sailing.
Till we come to Haven Bay.
In th* peace of the Fortunate islands,
By wood, and hill and shore.
May one friend, my soul’s friend.
Abide with me evermore.
—Louis MeQuilland.
The world wants men, large-hearted,
manly men:
Men who shall join the chorus and
prolong
The psalm of labor and the psalm ol
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—LILIAN LAUFERTY.
Nothing In It.
“I regard conversation as a gift,’'
remarked the studious woman.
"It usually is,” replied Miss Cay
enne. "If people had to pay for it
there would be much less of it.”
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