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A YOUTHFUL MARTYR.
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For fibbing, ninny a lad, no doubt,
His felt the siing of hickory sprout.
Eliphalet l’e iso, a pleasant vouth.
\Y as birched because ho told the truth.
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fine day, from school Fdipbalot came.
And sought his mother, comely dame.
“Oh. Mother, have you heard the news?
As 1 was passing Parson True's,
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"Down n ladder, from the top,
Full twenty feet, without a stop,
Head over heels, did Parson go,
And landed on tho rocks below.”
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"Alack a day!” the good housewife cried,
'And swift!" to her gossips hied.
'And soon throughout the village, all
Had heard the tale of Parson’s fall.
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Men dropped their fishing nets and creels;
The women left their spinning-wheels;
The broth was burned within the pot,
lly wives and maids alike forgot.
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The rumor grew, as swift it spread,
And declared the Parson dead.
And many fainted from (lie shock;
For he was loved by all his flock.
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But see! amidst the tumult, where
A form appears, erect and spare.
The Parson's self, benignant, calm,
And humming soft, a favorite psalm! 1
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Before the wondering crowd, he halts,
And soon declares the rumor false.
Backward, the story, then they trace,
Severe and frowning, every face;
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Until, with unexpected ease,
*Tis brought home to Eliphalet Pease.
"I did hut tell the truth," quoth he,
“The parson was up in a tree.
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"Anil down f r.o ladder, round by round,
He came until he reached the ground.
Head over heels, he came; ’tis true;
Pray, tell me, how else would he do?”
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Filence ensued that might be felt; _.
And then the crowd began to mel L
To melt away, with sheepish grin,
tWhich didn’t save Eliphalet’s skin.
For this is when that luckless youth
[Was birched because he told the truth.
—Pauline Frances Camp, in St. Nicholas.
THE MIDNIGHT SONG.
By ALVA HARIE PATERSON.
X—X—-X—X—X—X—--X
The March moon, shining resplen
dent, revealed the somewhat abject
figure of a man strolling lazily along
the country road. His black derby
liat and the unmistakable modish cut
of his tweed suit told that he was not
a resident of Marshville—only a visi
tor, or wanderer perhaps. His slow
gait and general attitude expressed
gloom and his lonely sojourn at the
late hour of twelve suggested mystery
or uneasiness of mind.
Suddenly he stood erect, listening.
ITe raised his head; as he did so, his
hat fell off, and the light of the moon
shone full upon a very characteristic
countenance that, despite its lofty
brow and unusual intelligence, be
trayed a life of heavy dissipation. At
the present time, every feature ex
pressed intense emotion; the high,
pale forehead was knitted together in
deep lines of pain; the dark eyes be
took a cavernous expression and the
sensitive nostrils were dilated. His
thin, colorless lips were partly opened
as if about to utter a word.
“Ah!” he exclaimed hoarsely. “It
Is the blind singer of whom the vil
lage folk talk in whispers! What a
wonderful voice! And why is the
singing at this unearthly hour?”
As he spoke a tremulous melody
floated to him on the breezes. It was
like the tinkling of silver bells on the
water in moonlight, so musical and
low, and yet it stabbed the heart of
the listener with its unconscious ap
peal for sympathy. The stranger
clenched his hands; the voice grew
louder and sweeter and more appeal
ing. “Good God!” he muttered, gaz
ing about him with agonized looks.
“Shall I forever hear it?” And then
he ran —ran in search of the voice.
In five minutes he was facing the
singer. She stood on the opposite
bank of little Lake Myriad, a tall,
stately woman, robed in white gar
ments, loose and flowing, and her
feet were unshod. She held her head
lifted toward the sky; the skin of
arri, face and bosom was like daz
zling ivory, so pure and faultless, and
a veritable halo of tresses, golden
hued, enshrined her beautiful face.
The eyes were pnspeakably lovely—
blue, like the bluest heavens of a per
fect summer day! Yet they did not
move, only stared fixedly into space.
To the bewildered beholder she
seemed an Aphrodite come to earth.
Still her song soared on and on,
reaching a climax of heavenly sweet
ness, which slowly lost -itself in the
softest cadence of a most entrancing
lullaby.
Then there was a splash, followed
by another, and the strange wanderer
was swimming to the rescue of the
singer.
The only competent doctor the
town boasted attended the singer and
the wanderer through long months of
Illness, and from the sick man’s mut
terings the doctor gathered a story.
One glorious June morning when
little Lake Myriad was sparkling in
the sunlight, Dr. Morse took his two
patients to a spacious grape-arbor
overlooking the lake. He seated him
self quietly and held the woman’s
hand in his, speaking solemnly.
“Madeline, my dear, some years
ago—you were the handsomest lass
for milc3 ’round—you married rich
Major Hepworth. A son was born to
you. Before he was two years old
that son was stolen. You searched
for five years, but no trace of him
could be found. At the end of that
time your husband died; then you—
went mad. Yes, do not shudder, for
your recent illness has banished that
fearful malady forever. But even in
your madness you cherished the hope
that you would some day find your
boy. That hope has kept you alive
and young, even In your demented
state, these long years. Not a hair
wrinkle spoiled your lovely face, and
I you retained your wonderful voice,
but you became blind. Blindness was
hereditary in your family, but your
mental distress brought it on prema
turely and I fear you will never re
gain your sight. Several times you
have slipped out in your night robes
and been found singing by the lake
at midnight. One night, not long
ago, you went—”
“Yes! yes! I know! I stood by the
lake and I felt that he was near me—
yet I could not see—l could not see.
I sprang forward to reach for him and
I fell into the lake. Yes, doctor, I
remember, and do you know, I
seemed to feel his arms around me—
only he had grown a man!”
“Mother!” The stranger’s voice
was an uttered prayer.
“Speak! Speak! Do I hear my
son?”
“Yes, mother, for you are my
mother—listen! Ever since I was a
little child, your face has been
stamped on my memory; always I
hear the lullaby you sang on the night
you nearly drowned. You must have
crooned it to me when I was a mere
babe! I spoke of these child-like
fancies, as I thought they were, to
my guardian, but he laughed them
away, telling me they were only
whims. Several years ago he died,
having confessed to me that he was
not my father as he had made me be
lieve, but that Major Hepworth was
my father, and that he —my guar
dian had kidnaped me because he
was jealous of my father’s promotion
in the army. He could not tell me if
you -were living or dead. I forgave
him because he had been good to me,
but a great gloom fell upon me,
clouding my young manhood, for,
strangely enough, I feared that you
were mad. That thought has driven
me to the extremes of terror and dis
sipation till now, at the age of twen
ty-five, I am an old man, and worn.
But Providence has been merciful at
last and brought me to where you
are! ”
A long silence followed. The
mother lifted her face to her son’s;
the last hour had seemed to age it,
for the weight of years, held in check
by an unconscious being who was un
knowingly nestling a cherished hope
in a forlorn breast, had begun to as
sert itself and leave its imprint on
her features in the moment of reali
zation. —Boston Post.
IS DEEP BREATH- •
INS BENEFICIAL?
Dr. Woods Hutchinson, in Outing,
questions it. lie says on this point:
“Another fad of physical culture
which, though beneficial in modera
tion, falls far short of the claims
made for it, is deep breathing. Air
is, of course, the breath of life, and
as this breath of life is ‘eaten’ with
the chest, the larger and more su
perbly expanded chest you have, the
more life you get; so runs our popu
lar logic. Moreover, it can be dem
onstrated easily that when you have
been cramped up over desk or book
for hours, it is an inspiring and ex
hilarating thing to stand erect, throw
back your shoulders, and draw three
or four big, deep breaths. Ergo; if
a little of this pouter pigeon perform
ance is good, more of it must be bet
ter.”
Traces Origin of Aztecs.
According to W. D. Westervelt, of
Honolulu, an admitted authority on
Polynesian archaeology, the civiliza
tion of the Toltecs and Aztecs of
Mexico is not directly connected with
that of ancient Egypt, but had its ori
gin with the Polynesians of the Pa
cific. He is of the opinion that the
effort to establish connection between
ancient Mexico and old Egypt is an
error, and cannot but lead to confu
sion.
Mr. Westervelt visited and careful
ly examined many of the Aztec ruins
in the vicinity of the City of Mexico,
and is convinced that what he saw is
the work of people who had been un
der the influence of Polynesian civili
zation. —Washington Herald.
CHARITABLE.
Hamm —Do you recognize the pro
fession?
Ticket Man —Yes. But if you’ll
stand out of the line quietly I won’t
give you away.”—Cleveland Leader.
Household Helps.
Tt is surprising the many different appe
tizing ways that Corned Beef can be pre
pared for the family’s meals. Every one
likes Corned Beef and there is no more
healthful or delicious dish than Libby’s,
icarefully selected from prime beef and
properly “cured.”
There is some waste, to be sure, when
bought at the butcher's, but in the plan
here suggested you may * buy the finest
corned beef in the world in which there
is absolutely no waste and every particle
of which can be eaten.
Suppose you ask vour grocer for Lib
by’s Corned lleef. It represents all full
value —no bone, no gristle—just clean, pure
corned beef selected first hand from the
finest beef stock—no scraps or second
pieces—and corned and cooked to per
fection in Libby’s wonderful white en
amel kitchens. A can of Libby’s Corned
Beef sliced and served cold with dill
pickles and potato salad is a delightful
meul and will be enough for four people.
Corned Beef Hash. —Take the contents
of a can, chop fine, add one-fourth as much
boiled or baked potatoes, a little fried
onion and a small quantity of water. Cook
slowly until thoroughly heated, then serve
on toast with or without poached eggs.
Corned Beef Omelette.—Beat the volks
and whites of four eggs separately and add
one-half of the whites to all of the yolks.
Put -in a hot frying pan and, when nicely
browned on the bottom, sprinkle a cup of
minced corned beef over it. Spread over
this the remainder of the whites, put in
the oven and brown on top. Then fold
and serve.
Creamed Corned Beef.—Mince the con
tents of a can of Libby’s Corned Beef.
Put over this a dressing of cream gravy
with the yolk of an egg beaten into it.
Serve on toast.
New England Boiled Dinner.—You may
have this in rme-fourth of the time it
usually takes. Put a can of Libby’s Corned
Beef in boiling water —it is already cooked
—and serve m the usual manner with
vegetables.
Besides the economy in the use of Lib
by’s Corned Beef, another great advantage
to the housewife in using it is that it is all
cooked when bought and there is no neces
sity for the long, tedious and expensive
boding which is necessary with raw corned
beef. The house is not filled with steam
and odors and valuable time is saved.
Libby's Corned Beef is ready at once for
serving in any one of the many ways men
tioned above, and you will find it a great
convenience to try it next time. Be sure
vou get Libby, McNeill & Libby's Corned
Beef.
King Edward'B Chef Has His Cares.
M. Menager, King Edward’s chief
chef in Buckingham Palace, is con
tent with a salary that some of the
kings, of the kitchens in the big New
York hotels would scorn to consid
er, a paltry SIO,OOO a year being all
the place pays him; but there is a
distinction attached to the post, as
well as many practical advantages,
that make It eminently desirable.
Menager is himself almost a royal
personage in the power and dignity
he enjoys. He does not live in Buck
ingham Palace, but is furnished with
a handsome private residence near
iby, and, unless some special state
banquet is on hand, he rarely goes
to his duties until 10.30 or 11 a. m.
His first care is to inspect the lunch
menu for that day, which has been
prepared in advance by his first as
sistant, and, that matter being set
tled satisfactorily, he turns to a
similar study of next morning’s break
fast. The really big work of the day
comes in planning the dinner for the
succeeding day, for the dinner card
for the royal table always is map
ped out twenty-four hours in advance,
and here is a task that demands two
or three hours’ devoted work. There
is a special kitchen in the palace re
served solely for Menager’s use, and
here, when the creative spell is on
him he spends hours working on the
details of new dishes and sauces. He
is said sometimes to work on anew
entree for months before he finally
decides to put it on the menu.—
New York Press.
FEED CHILDREN
On Properly Selected Food. It Pays
Big Dividends.
If parents will give just a little in
telligent thought to the feeding of
their children the difference in the
health of the little folks will pay,
many times over, for the small
trouble.
A mother writes saying: “Our
children are all so much better and
stronger than they ever were before
we made a change in the character of
the food. We have quit using pota
toes three times a day with coffee and
so much meat.
“Now we give the little folks some
fruit, either fresh, stewed, or canned,
some Grape-Nuts with cream, occa
sionally some soft boiled eggs, and
some Postum for breakfast and sup
per. Then for dinner they have some
meat and vegetables.
“It would be hard to realize the
change in the children, they have
grown so sturdy and strong, and we
attribute this change to the food ele
ments that, I understand, exist in
Grape-Nuts and Postum.
“A short time ago my baby was
teething and had a great deal of
stomach and bowel trouble. Noth
ing seemed to agree with him until I
tried Grape-Nuts softened and mixed
with rich milk and he improved rap
idly and got sturdy and well.”
Read “The Road to Wellvllle,’'
found in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? Anew
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
Interest.
GOV. BROWN ANHONCES
Present Governor a Candidate
For Re-Election,
ISSUES BRIEF STATEMENT
Governor Brown Waited Until State Demo
cratic Committee Named the Primary
Date Before Announcing.
Atlanta, Ga. —Following the action
of the state democratic executive
committee in naming primary and
convention dates, Governor Joseph M.
IV>wn, in a brief statement, announc
ed that he will be a candidate for re
election in the primary of August 23.
Governor Brown’s announcement
does not come as any surprise; his
friends and the public generally have
long expected it shortly following the
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Gov. Joseph M. Brown.
executive committee meeting.
In making announcement of his can
didacy for re-election, Governor Brown
says:
“I have considered it improper to
make any declaration affecting a can
didacy for governor until at least after
the state executive committee had met
and named the day and made other
arrangements for the primary elec
tion. Now that the committee has met
and done its work, I consider that the
people have the right to expect a dec
laration of my intention. I therefore
say I will be a candidate for re-elec
tion to the office of governor in the
primary which has been ordered by
the state executive committee of the
democratic party to be held August
23 next.
“At this time, I will only say that
I have appreciated beyond measure
the great honor the citizens of Geor
gia have conferred upon me, and have
endeavored to the best of my ability
to be the governor of all the people,
impartially and honestly and in ac
cordance with the constitution and
the laws, without regard to class,
clique, locality or faction. I shall
continue so to be, and if re-elected,
the same policy shall be my aim
throughout another term.”
SUMTER’S GREAT CHOP.
Sumter County Will tie Georgia's
Banner Grain County.
Americus, Ga. The farmers of
Sumter are now thoroughly wedded
to the theory of diversified crops, and
right at this time they are in the
midst of the greatest grain harvest
ever known in the history of this
section of Georgia.
The oat crop—the finest every pro
duced here —is being gathered, and
the method of doing this is so entire
ly different from the old-time reap
hook process as to cause many to
marvel at the progress made. The
days of the raphook have passed
Now, on nearly every large farm
in Sumter, the big motor engine pun
ing the latest improved reapers aim
binders across the fields of waving
grain do more and better work in a
day than could a half hundred negro
laborers applying the old method of
cradle and reaphook.
Owing to this improved method of
harvesting grain the acreage planted
in Oats in Sumter is vastly increased
Already the crop here is more than
half harvested, and the yield will av
erage 30 to 40 bushels per acre, it is
said, while on lands highly fertilized
a field of even 100 bushels per acre
is fully assured the farmer.
The oat crop of Sumter county this
year will probably reach the unusual
figures of 250,000 bushels, and will
not be surpassed by that of any
county in the state.
Eradicating Tick In Hall.
Gainesville, Ga.—Dr. E. M. Nighbert
of the United States bureau of animal
industry spent several days in the
city to give instructions to the agents
in tick eradication in Hall county on
the work which began June 1.
Messrs. John T. Waters, John U.
Gaines and Price Jackson have been
commissioned as agents for Hall
county. Messrs. Gaines and Waters
were engaged in the work from its
inception in Hall, and Mr. Jackson is
the third man to be put on for the
county. The three men will make a
strong team, and it is believed that
Hall county will be absolutely freed
of infestation this year and the quar
antine line moved below the county.
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The Deathless Life,
I feel In myself the future life. I
am like a forest once cut down, the
new shoots are stronger and livelier
than ever. I am rising, I know, to
ward the sky. The sunshine Is on
my head. The earth gives me its
generous sap, but heaven lights me
with the reflection of unknown
worlds. You say that the soul is
nothing, hut the resultant of the bod
ily powers. Why, then, is my soul
more luminous when my bodily pow
ers begin to fall? Winter is on my
head, but eternal spring is in my
heart. I breathe at this hour the
fragrance of the lilacs, the violets
and the roses, as at twenty years.
The nearer I approach the end the
plainer I hear round me the Immor
tal symphonies of the worlds which
Invite me. It is marvelous, yet sim
ple. It is a fairy tale, and it Is his
tory. For half a century I have been
writing my thoughts in prose and in
verse; history, philosophy, drama, ro
mance, tradition, satire, ode and song.
I have tried all, but I feel I have
not said the thousandth part of what
Is in me. When I go down to the
grave I can say like many others:
“I have finished my day’s work.” But
I can not say: “I have finished my
life.” My day’s work will begin again
the next morning. The tomb is not
a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare.
It closes on the twilight; it opens on
the dawn. —Victor Hugo.
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