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TT^/ Tv NL A Bachelor’s Diary Tennis and Golf bv Nioht—An Autumn Fad The Roses By MAX / c/ A TRAGEDY IN RUSSIAN LIFE i \ 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 BN DIGESTION? 8top It quickly; Have your grooer send you one doz. bottles of SHIVA R SINGER ALE Drink with meals, and if not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expenee. Wholesome. deli cious, refreshing. Prepared with the eedeorated Shlvar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring material* 6HIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers SHELTON, 8. C. C. t— ADAMS C(X, Oistrtbutore, Atlanta. A Weak Stomach ? <1 Have you indigestion or dys pepsia, a torpid liver or any other of the many ills com ing from a weak stomach T BIR EXCURSION TO MING HAM. $2.50 round trip, Septem ber 22. Special train leaves Old Depot 8:30 a. m. SEA BOARD. DR. PIERCE’S Qolden Medical Discovery for forty years has done a “lion’s share’’ in eliminating these distressing ailments. Order * Rnttl* from Your Druggist today Agnes Scott Coflege The Session Will Open Wednesday, September 17th, 10 o'Clock A. M. The Committee on Admission of Students will meet at the College Monday and Tuesday, 9 o'olook to 12:3Q, for classification of new students. All desiring to apply for admission to College urged to meet the Committee Monday or Tuesday. Dor mitories will not be open until Tuesday. # S 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 l° v ©- —Selected. —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.” * ■9 I t