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• - 'V * TV-.. v-p \J •*•« * r A.*r's» v* :,ss«kV-.3£- '. •% " ;- -' ^ f* ' ^v*; ~* <* *, >*«r« 'V • - y i. - v «>.«>. - t - ' ^ 1 „ - a n I Weaving. Tea, I'm a weaver, and each day • The threads of life I spin. And, be the colors what thay may, .. I still must weave them In. With morning light there coma the thought. As I my task begin. My Lord to me new threads has brought, ^ And bids me "weave them In." Sometimes He gives me threads of gold To brighten up the day; Then somber tints, so bleak and 0*14. That change the gold to gray. And so my shuttle swiftly flies; ! With threads both gold and gray? And on I toil till daylight dies And fades in night away. , Oh. when my day of toil Is o'er. And 1 shall cease to spin. He'll open wide my Father's door, And bid me rest within. When safe at home In heavenly light, How clearly I shall see That every thread- the dark, the bright-- Karh one had need to be! f , 4 1, Leoline Harper was jiist 21; A bright, kmbitiotis, high-spirited girl, wvo yarned her livelihood by teaching in a ammar school. But hef prosy pro­ fession left her plenty of time. to •' lream of a larger and brighter future-, | *4and she erected some very stately edi­ fices in Spain. . ? "For I don't want to drudge all my ; life so," said Leoline. "I am pretty " jenough," with a conscious laughing glance at the mirror, "and clever enough, I hope, to make my own fu- i tare." * "Yes, dear," said Aunt Josepha, who | Jldmired her niece exceedingly, "you J |ure pretty enough, and I believe you i f %re smart enough; but still 1 don't un- | ilerstand how you are going to do it." i, ? J "You'll see," said Leoline, with a i,^bright smile and a nod. And when Kitty Topplefleld, wno ^taught in the primary department of , the same school, told Aunt Josey about Mr. Maurice, the new trustee, who was « so handsome, and wore such superb diamond studs, and admired Leoline's ' method of imparting instruction so en­ thusiastically, she began to compre­ hend what her niece meant. "Leo," said she, when she had the ?4rare chance of being alone with her iece, "do you like this Mr. Maurice?"' The blood flushed into Leoline's ce. "Of course I like him, Aunt Josey." Id she. "Do you love him?" "I--I don't know whether I might or ot," said Leo, coloring still deeper. "'That Is, if I knew him better. He is society man, and I have so few op­ portunities! If I was only in a fash- nable circle like Georgie Fitzalan!" Now, Miss Georgie Fitzalan was a tty, dashing young lady, the daugh­ ter of a rich importing merchant, who had been in the same class as Leoline ^Harper at school, and Leoline had ai­ rways secretly envied her luxurious, butterfly sort of life that seemed to have so few of the elements of shadow bout it. And," added Leoline, "he is to be t Georgie's birthday party, and rgie has asked me to come--and-- d I can't, because I haven't any­ thing fit to wear. And I do believe, i Aunt Jbsey, if I could only go"-- | | "Yes, yes, I understand, my dear," | jiaid Aunt Josey, regretfully. But, I Really, I do not se how you can go." ; • "Nor I, either," said Leo, gulping f flown a little suffocating lump that j: Somehow would keep rising in her throat. "Se I must just be contented { fo give It up." I But half an hour afterward she came , |to her aunt with depened color and |pager, shining eyes, the newspaper in |her hands. J| "Look, Aunt Josey!" cried she. ' £ "La, child," said the old lady, "you \ iknow I can't see a thing without my : fspectacles." | "Then 111 read it to you"; and Leo­ line read as follows:. i "'For sale, at a bargain, two silk Jevening dresses, one a blue and the other canary color; worn only once, by a lady just returned from Europe. Price, twenty-five dollars each. Apply 3to H. C., No. -- Rotherward street.' What do you think of that, aunty ? is just my color. And silk, too! Why, I never had a real silk in my -life!" H "I don't like" the idea of second- fliand finery," said Aunt Josepha, shak- Ing her head, 1 "But when you can't afford anything else," pleaded Leoline. "Oh, Aunt Josey, I do so want to go!" K "My dear, remember the old fable * of the daw -with borrowed plumes," tense Chenier, the lady's maid, who occupied an airy fourth-story apart­ ment, to which the visitor was con­ ducted by a grumbling footman. Leo­ line felt altogether out of her element, and almost sorry that she had come; but when she saw the superb silks, scarcely worn, her heart leaped within her. The blue one was trimmed with deep, pointed white Spanish zlond, and proved to be the exact color to match Leo's bright beauty. •'Madame bestows these upon us," said Hortense, grimacing and twisting herself after the manner of French maids. "Madame is all goodness." Leo bought the dress and it was sent home that night. "Yes, it is very pretty; but all the same I don't like you to wear a second­ hand dress," said her aunt. "A great many ladies do the same thing, Aunt Jo." FASHION WAS HIS HOBBY, Voung Clerk's Clothe* Better Than Those of His Employer. . "I went into a large clothing: store the other day," said Swellman, "to find out something about men's fash­ ions for the horse show. Naturally, I sought the head of the dep^-tment. " 'Bless you/ he said, 'I don't know. I don't dress in that class myself. But I have a cleric who can tell you all about it. Boy, ask Mr. Blank to please step this way.' "In a moment I was. approached by one of the greatest swells I ever saw in my life. He wore one of the new English long, loose morning coats of a light brown color, a white waist­ coat and trousers the tint of a rob- <n's egg. To my surprise he was not at all affected in his manner. Clothes were his hobby, that's all. He talked of fashions as enthusiastically as a man familiar with racing would talk of horses. He knew all about the styles in London and Paris. He un­ derstood precisely what was wanted for the horse show. As I came away I said to the head of the department: '"That young man seems to be well up in his business.' " 'He's a wonder/ was the reply. 'When he isn't waiting on customers he is reading fashion magazines and booking at tailors' plates. Last sum­ mer he had a khaki suit brought over from England by one of our buyers that for shade and texture could not be duplicated in New York. 1 couldn't afford, to dress as he does, if I want­ ed to." HE SAW IT FIRST. '§ Convincing Argument Produced In Youthful Debate. Jim and Fred, brothers of six and four years of age, were fond of argu­ ments between themselves. They were arguments that never went be­ yond the wordy stage, but on occasion, became somewhat heated. They were oui one day with their nurse when they happened to pass an old house that was a landmark in the neighborhood, instantly the spirit of dispute was aroused. Said Jim the elder: "I saw the house first." Fred picked up the gage of battle promptly and replied: ^o, you didn't; I saw it before you did." "No, you didn't," persisted Jim. "1 saw it before you were born, 'cause I'm the oldest than you and passed by here 'fore you were born." This was convincing even to Fred's infantile mind, and for sometime he was silent. Then after a pause he announced triumphantly: "I don't care if you are the oldest, I saw it before you. When I was dust I blew % tjxijs.j.jjpuse and saw it." Jim was silent.--New York Tribune. warned Aunt Josepha. "If this man Is really a man of sense he will think as much of you in your cashmere dress as if you wore the queen's dia­ monds." But Leo, believing that her aunt was hopelessly behind the age, persisted. "I will go to the number and ad­ dress. I will just look at the silks; of "l---1 don't know whether I. might or not." course I needn't buy Unless I like them."* , The house was a magnificent brown ,stone establishment whose splendor rather abashed our little school teach- "flL G," PWT0# to be MU* Hur "May I ask, Miss Harper, if you order your dresses from Worth?" "A great many ladies do a siilj thing, then," retorted the old lady. But. notwithstanding Aunt Jo's dis­ approval, Leo felt very proud and happy when she went off that evening dressed in the blue silk, which had required very little alteration to fit her supple figure. Miss Fitzalan's parlors were full, and Leo's heart beat high witfi_antici- patory triumph as she saw Mr. Mau­ rice among the crowd. The next mo­ ment she perceived that he was not alone. A tall and beautiful young lady leaned on his arm. With a pang of jealousy Leo would fain have shrunk away, but Mr. Maurice advanced t» ward her. "Miss Harper, allow me to present to you my wife; Mrs. Maurice, Miss Harper. Oh, I see you're surprised. So am I. She only arrived from Eli- rope four days ago"; this with a smile. Leo tried to mutter a few'Congratu­ latory words, but could*1 hardly make herself audible. Mrs. Maurice put up her eyeglasses. "How very strange!" she cried. "My blue silk dress that I had made at Worth's. I should know the trim­ ming anywhere. May I ask, Miss Har­ per, if you order your dresses from Worth?" Leo turned scarlet, but she clung bravely to the anchor of truth. "No," she said, blushing with morti­ fication; "I am only a school tqpcher, and can afford no such extravagance as that. I bought it second-hand of Mile. Hortense Chenier, No. -- Rother­ ward street." "My maid," cried Mrs. Maurice. "And she stole it from me--all the time pretending that the packing case that contained it was lost on. the voyage^ the hypocritical thing."p«*'v7 Mr. Maurice laughed. * "That comes from your foreign French maids," said he. Leoline Harper felt her face glow with burning scarlet.- "I--I am very sorry. I hope you.do not consider it my fault," she said. "Oh, not at all; perhaps I shouldn't have spoken of it, but you see, I was so taken by surprise. Pr&y ^ar the dress; it is so charmingly becoming to you," said the lady.- Leo did not stay long. She felt a« if every one in the room must know that she was wearing a second-hand dress, stolen from its owner! And the fact, now for the tirst time ascertained, that Mr. Maurice was a married man seemed to take all the sparkle out of her life. She went home early and cried herself to sleep. The next morn­ ing she sent back the dress to Mrs. Maurice with a note of apology, and she has been a wiser girl ever since. "If my fortune Gomes to roe, well and good," she said, "but I shall not go a step out of my way to seek it."-- Chicago Journal. *'•••• Pinning Off Onion Smart. "I have been putting up preserves and pickles for thirty years," said a housewife of the old school, "and, I discovered the other day that I am not too old to learn something new.1 I went to see my son's young wife. They were married last winter. She was putting , up onions--a decidedly disagreeable task. But her eyes were not watery. They were as clear as the sky. She simply nodded and mut­ tered something between closed teeth. " 'What in the world am you keep­ ing that pfn between your teeth for?" I asked. "She remove^ It long enoug# to say: 'To keep the onions from hurt­ ing my eyes. I'll be through in a minute/ " 'Do you mean to say that will do It?' I asked incredulously. "She nodded. The pin was in itb place again. She kept it there for ten minutes while I watched her work, and her eyes were as dry as a wal­ nut." E- In Old Westminster 1H3 (Special Correspondence.) Thousands of persons pass within the doors of Westminster abbey every year, but few of them are privileged to see all that is worth seeing in the famous edifice. The object of this paper is to enlighten some of those to ,whom Westminster abbey is dear by describing some of the less known parts of the building. First of all, then, let us proceed downstairs below the floor itself of the great church, yhe abbey, unlike York Minster and Worcester cathe­ dral, does not possess a very extensive crypt, but that which does exist is of a most interesting character. It is /Situated immediately beneath the beautiful chapter house and it is entered from Poets' Corner. When you have first descended the uneven flight of steps which leads down to H, you can for some time distinguish house which will be long associated with the name of Dean Stanley, into its more private recesses we do not propose to enter, but there are a num­ ber of stfete apartments belonging to the deanery which are shown from time to time to a privileged few. It must be remembered that the ab­ bot of Westminster in olden times was a very important personage indeed, and that he had a seat in the house ®f. lords and was expected to do a great- amount of entertaining in his own home. This, then the abbot's place or palace, has now become the dean­ ery, and a very brief study of abbey history serves to show that dean of Westminster has inherited a large number of privileges and characteris­ tics of his ecclesiastical ancestor, the abbot. We pass inside a little quadrangle Interior Chapel of Henry IV. Forgive Us Our Pressups. Polly, aged 6, had heard her papa talking about the campaign and she hurried off to the nursery to teil her dolls about the time she stayed up to watch the election returns. "An' it was jus' awful crowds and uwful crowds and awful crowds," "she said. "An' just mens and womensand more mens, All a-hollering like they was mad 'bout somethin'--or maybe It was glad; I don't know. Me an' my papa got mos' pushed to death and squeezed out of breath. "An' I found out right down there in the street, my beautifuls, what the good Lord meant when He put that in His prayer for us to say 'bout 'For­ give us our pressups as we forgive those that p0sn up; against us/ " "The Other Side." Trouble came to try him--no rainbow In the sky!. • -•«>' " The _g'ontl<\st winds. a-biowlng had tha sorrow of a sigh. But he saw ft stnr a-shining in the firma­ ment on high, And sang about "The other side of Jordan!" The tigrht-- the Light was with him! the light that ever dwells In the soul that hears a welcome o'er the saddest of farewells; He heard the ringing--singing of the everlasting belte. And sang about "The other side of Jordan!" And the world, it heard his singing, and K.ive back an echo true; Its fading flowers quickened with the . freshness of the dew; The shadows left the dim sky, and all heaven came in view-- He sang about "the other side of Jordan!" --Frank L. Stanton-"Tn Atlanta Constitu­ tion. V, scarcely anything fit-tbe deep dark­ ness. Then you'are at length able to make out the existence of a massivo column In the center of the building, which happens to be circular, and from this column there spring a num­ ber of vaulting ribs, which after a while you begin to realize are very beautiful. Then you notice that in this massive central pillar and also in the walls of the crypt there are a number of curi­ ous square holes. There is authentic evidence to show that the regalia and» crown jewels were kept in this strong room once upon a tjme, and it sup­ posed that the holes' were utilized for storing money. Be this as it may, a burglary took place here in the reign of Edward i. No end of treasure was surreptitious­ ly made away with by certain mem­ bers of the monastic body. The heavy hand of "the greatest of the Planta- genets" fell upon the abbot and monks alike, with the result that no less than forty-eight of them were arrested and confined on suspicion in the Tower of London* The crypt ceases to have any special history after that. It is a fereat curi­ osity among the other wonders of the abbey, but it is many generations since it has been employed for jany specific purpose. On the Abbey's Roof. Let us proceed by an extremely abrupt transition from the cellar of the abbey to the roof. A visit to the tri- forium of the abbey is a revelation. Until you get to the top of the long flight of staifs which' leatls' to this great gallery running practically all around the building, it is impossible for you to have an^adequate concep­ tion of the immense size of the church When you are once safely in the tri- forium you find yourself in a gallery the breadth of which is not much less than that of many a street. Immediately below the triforium in the south transept and above fe portion of the cloisters is one of the most in­ teresting rooms in the abbey, and, in­ deed, in all London. It is known as the muniment room, and was original­ ly the scriptorium of the monks. It opens on to the abbey through the lofty arches of the south transept and for centuries past it has been the most jealously guarded place in the entire fabric. Here is kept, roll after roll, consist­ ing of priceless charters and other rec­ ords. What the actual number of these documents is probably no one really knows; hut their historical value and interest is great. Some Home Rule in Scotland. With reference to the growing Seat-, tish demand for home rule for Scot­ land, the London News remarks: "Having already acquired, by lapse of time, the prescriptive right to manage English affairs for Englishmen, it may be that Scots, young and otherwise, will find their hands almost too full if they begin meddling with their own JUT well." Life and Death. But all God's angels come to us • dis ' guised; Sorrow and sickness, poverty6 and death, One after the other lift their frown­ ing masks And we behold the seraph's face be­ neath, - i All radiant *lth the glory and the calm ..J, * Of having looked upon the front of God. --James Russell Lowell. »» Delusion of Women Doctors. The students in the London Schooi of Medicine for Women were recent­ ly advised by one of their instructors, Miss Murdoch, to avoid uncommon forms of clothing and to do the best to dissipate the idea that medical women are careless about their personal at­ tire, "Those who imagine/* she said, "that slovenly dress is associated in the public mind with cleverness are certainly under a delusion" known as the abbot's courtyard and up a flight of stone steps. The door opens and we see a passage in front of us and two other doors to the left and right. The first of these leads directly into the abbey, and that on the right into the deanery, so that is is possible for the dean of Westmin­ ster, if he so wills, to attend divine service under cover all the way and without even changing his slippers. The doorway to the left leads im­ mediately into the beautifully paneled Jericho parlor, a building which was constructed in the reign of Henry VII, as its ornamentation shows, by another famous abbot, John' Islip by name. The word Tudor seems to be stamped all over this room. - The Jerusalem Chamber. From Jericho it is but a short cry to Jerusalem. Only a few feet of pass­ age intervenes between the Jericho parlor, which must have been a kind of state ante-room, and the celebrated Jerusalem chamber, the state drawing room, as it were. Anything more exquisitely beauti­ ful than this room it would be difficult to conceive. The matchless tracery of its three windows, its graceful shape, its handsomely carved mantlepieceB, its fascinating tapestry and frescoes, all combine to render a visit to this world renowned chamber a memor­ able event. Built in the reign of Rich­ ard II by Abbot. Littlington, it was des­ tined ere another generation had passed away to witness the death struggle of a famous English sover­ eign, Henry IV-- Bear me to the chamber and there let me He In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. Here the Westminster Assembly of Divines met* during the stormy period of the great civil war, and here for many years did the revisers of the Old and New Testaments hold their monthly meetings. At the time of a coronation the Jerusalem chamber springs into prominence, for on the eve of the cer­ emony the regalia are conveyed here by a mounted escort and placed in the custody of the dean and chapter, while during the night and until the ceremony is ready to take place they are watched over by the yeomen of the guard in their picturesque cos­ tumes. As we leave the Jerusalem chamber we make a sharp turn to the right through another doorway, also part of the Abbot's Place and originally used apparently as a state dining room. It is now known as the College hall, for he're the forty resident scholars of Westminster school have their meals day by day. In architecture it closely resembles the Jerusalem chamber, as, indeed, is only natural, seeing that it is the work of the same hand; but it contains things of interest of a later date, notably a beautiful Elizabethan minstrel gallery at one end and two or more massive tables which are tra­ ditionally believed to have been carved out of a portion of the wreck­ age of the Invincible Armada.. I Exterior Chapel of Henry IV.. time ago Dr. Scott, chief of the manu­ script department in the British muse­ um, told the writer that there was scarcely a single great name in Eng­ lish history which he had not come across in these rolls. They date ffom the eighteenth century down to the present time, and they have not been classified. In the Deanery. Of course, by far the most interest­ ing of the various building contlgious to the abbey church is the deanery, a His Powerful Appeal. A, minister of a colored people's t hurch who believed In the doctrine laid down by Henry Ward Beecher that a home-visiting pastor would make a church-going people,,one time < ailed upon an old woman parishioner who was an invalid from rheumatism. After a few moments of conversation ) he old woman asked the minister to pray for her. He responded with an appeal like this: "O Lord, look wld mercy upon dis ygre poor old woman an' cure her of de rheumatism. Pour lie upon her troubles; yes, ile her j'ints, O Lord, lie dem wld de ile of Patmos, dat she may walk."--New York Times. Ult imate Fate o f New Port on Black Sea. - The Russian board of merchant shipping intends to build a new port at Sukhum, in Transcaucasia, on the Black Sea, and at Temruk on the southern coast of the sea of Azov. The port of Reval, on the Baltic, whence the fleet for the East sailed Bom? time ago, will also be considera­ bly enlarged. It is saidl^ that over 10,- 000,000 rubles will b« spottfc Op tifc* new Reval harbor. / We hare from two distinguished sources rear and forward views of 2ian, and it is to be regretted that from niether standpoint is there much reason why the highest of creation as he exists to-day should vaunt his pride. The past robs him of part of his glory, and the future holds the awful pos­ sibility of his reduction to second place in the animal kingdom. First, we may travel back a few thousand years with the famous Assy- riologist, Prof. A. H. Sayce, whose words have the weight of authority. In reading the facts of the ancient monu­ ments he finds that the oldest inhabi­ tants were really very gifted persons. Egypt and Babylon had their literary activities, their great libraries and their strenuous politics. "We have learned many things of late years from archaeology," he Writes; "but its chiefest lesson has been that the age of Moses, and even the age of Abra­ ham, was almost as literary an age as our own." Of course the writers of those times did not have to send re­ turn postage on their manuscripts- it would take a few bushels of 2-cent stamps tb get back a hieroglyphic slab --but they write as persistently and quite as well »* tHe people do tc day. So why should man boast of his prog­ ress during the thousands of years that have come between? But that is not the worst. H. G. Wells, who has dipped into the future far as a novelist's eye may see, and who makes it pay, delivered before one of the Important scientific asso­ ciations of England this year a serious and able address on "The Discovery of the Future." Near the end he made the remarkable declaration that he did not think much of man, and he went on to say that if evolution had produced him from its long labors, starting with the lowest form and building up to the present biped, there was excuse for believing that at some great moment in the distA&t future It would find a higher expression of Its handiwork. So &ere . he Is--a clothes-wearer, trolley-chasing animal, whose thoughts are little better than they were in Abraham's time, and whose ultimate fate may be the monkey's place at a Newport dinner!--Saturday jSvening 'Post . , v;:; ; To Subdue the Furnace The 2ocal Society of Fine Arts has started its fall classes in furnace-craft. There is a popular opinion that all that it is necessary to do in the way of running the cellar's coal eater is to throw on the diamonds, let the fire get well under way, shut it up, shake it down at night and empty the ashes Sunday morning. These are the very crude ideas of immature thought. The furnace, like the locomotive, must be petted., groomed and cared for by a furnacier who makes it a labor of love, or he will never get out of it the quid pro quo to which the house is entitled. Quid pro quo is Latin for that variety of hot heat which, like that letter, is longed for, but sometimes never comes. Heat is a funny thing. It is just as well satis­ fied to go up the chimney or out into the cellar as into the drawing-room or bathroom. And there is always lin­ gering around on the outside of the house a climate fresh from Nebraska or Athabasca, or jome other polar clime that, like the last fly of autumn, is anxious to get inside before the bell rings. To care for this Nebraska chill the furnace man has accommo­ datingly arranged what is called a "cold air intake." Cut it out! It may do for Kentucky, but it is not the thing for Minnesota. The first thing you want to do is to get a stout furnace surgeon and excise the cold air intake appendix. About 8,000,000 yards of the Arctic circle are trailing around the house, moaning to get into the cold air intake. Cut it out! Let the cold air get in around the doors and window casings. It* will get in, anyhow, but it is not necessary for you to provide It rapid transit facilities. Cut it out! Have a major operation performed oE "it. Leave nothing below the dia­ phragm except, perhaps, the lower limbs. After this your furnace will make a quick recovery and you will be surprised to see it come up in the morning and eat out of your hand.-- Minneapolis Journal. T r a i t s o f t h e A z t e c s The Aztecs of old were not only great soldiers, but also diligent culti­ vators of the soil, and had acquired considerable proficiency in agricul­ ture, although they had no horses, oxen or other animals of draught. To this day the men earn their living chiefly as day laborers in the fields now owned by the Mexicans. The staple product now as of yore is the maize, and next to it the maguey or agave, the sweet sap of which is the principal material for the famous Mexr lean pulque. Some species are culti­ vated as vegetables, others for the sake of their leaves which yield a strong fiber that can be woven into fabrics. Hence the saying that the agave supplies the people with drink, food and clothing. The men have lit­ tle ambition to excel in handicraft. Farriery and carpentry are about the only trades they care to take up. lit. the cities they work as porters, car­ riers or peddlers, in a small way. Like all southern Indians, their complexion is of a ruddy chocolate brown, and they are not particularly good-looking. Most of the women now have large hands and feet, prob­ ably the inheritance of generations of hard workers. And they are strong. In the warehouse of a wine merchant an Aztec porter was seen to take a cask of claret on his back and carry it quite a distance. The load certain­ ly weighed not less than 400 pounds, and no white man would have thought of lifting it. The law requires the people in the cities to forsake the Indian breechcloth and poncho, and assume the regulation garb of the poor working class of Mexico--the wide, loose trousers of cotton cloth or manta, with jacket to match--but the breechcloth is worn outside of the trousers and thereby replaces the civ­ ilized su8penders.-*-Southern Work­ man. Japs Make Record March It was a matter of less than half an hour, writes a Harper's Weekly cor­ respondent, before the Japanese held the main ridge to the left, or west, of the village of Suitean-za, and the great flanking movement over the hills was ready to begin, from the point gained, about 9 o'clock. It was broiling hot at this hour, and the motionless air and the glaring sun promised to make the land a ver­ itable furnace before nightfall. The dirty khaki uniforms of the stockily- built soldiers w6re wringing with wa­ ter, but they marched forward briskly and with no display of exhaustion, though they had been up all night and had alrea'dy worked three hours in a swelter of heat. The fourteen hours' march made by that regiment of the guards, in the flanking movement, would have killed off half the men in any European or American force long before the Jap­ anese had finished it and were still keen to fight, and, notwithstanding this, the official report says that the left-wing division did not do so well as was expected! Only salamanders could have survived the heat and toil. It was a marvelous performance, and one which, at first blush, seems impossible, for it necessitated travel­ ing beneath the crests of the moun­ tains, in order to be screened from the enemy. They moved ahead on mountain slopes whose angle was of­ ten 60 degrees. They toiled through thick underbrush and around the bases of rocky pinacles 600 to 800 feet above the valleys. One would have believed the feat impossible for load­ ed men, let alone heavily laden pack- horses. The left-wing regiment marched six miles in this fashion, and threatened Yoshirei (Yangtsz'ling), in the rear of the main position, at 5 o'clock In the afternoon. OT Time Huskin ' Bees Mem'ry often takes an outing From the present passing show. Spreads her pinions and goes scouting To the scenes of long ago. Back unto the fun and frolic Of the rural sports and plays; Pleasures charmingly bucolic That were ours In younger days. And the very chief of these Were the country huskin' bees. On the old barn floor we'd gather. Boys and girls and older folks, H^rirts as light at downy feather. Lips all ripe with rustic jokes. Air just sparkling with our laughter As the gay hours onward sped Until every cobwebbed rafter In the shadows overhead Seemed to quiver and to ring As a high keyed fiddle string. Now and then the air was riven 1 With a shout t'd wake the dead ^,, When the fates had kindly given Some fair girl an ear of red. Then would come the kissing struggle Not Used to Kindness. Most of the cabmen who stand ott the Fifth avenue side of Madison square know by sight a stylish young woman who passes up the avenue al­ most every morning. The cabbies' horses know her, too, for she always pats their noses kindly and often has a chocolate cream for them. One morning last week only one cab stood at the curb when the girl came along. The horse looked tired; his driver was nodding on his seat. "Poor horsie," Ifeid the girl, as she patted the animal's flank. The horse Jumped, and the cabbie, losing his bal­ ance, tumbled Into the street. _ ? "I'm so sorrv," said the girl. • •Ts all right, miss," replied the Jehu, picking himself up. "No 'arm's Jone. Only 'e ain't used to kindness." m-Nsw York Shaft. , 'Mid the husks upon the floor. After which the girl would snuggle ' To him closer than before. Blushing to her finger tips From the thrill upon her llpsu How the jolly picture lingers With us through the fleeting years Of the way the toil scarred fingers Snatched the jackets from the ears. Of the flashing lanterns hanging Round, and casting flickers o'er 1 Merry dancers who were banging Dust from out the old bar»< floor As the fiddler Jerked his bow Musically to and fro. Every day I hear the singing Of some simple country ode. Melody of youth days ringingr Through our mountalnland abodft. And mv loving glanees wander To ah aging wifely face That I learned to love back yonder In that far East country place-- Ckught her with a red ear, see? At a country huskin' bee. --James Barton Adams In Denver Post. Proof of a Poor Recipe. ••Don't talk to me about the recipes in that magazine," said Mrs. Lane, with great energy. "Wasn't that the very magazine that advised me to put on that sody solution and leave the tablecloth out over night to take off those yellow stains." "I' minclined to think it may have been," said Mrs. Lane's sister with due meekness. "I sent you a number ot them in the spring, I remember." r i "Well, and what happened?" aBked Mrs. Lane, with rising wrath. "Didn't the stains disappear?" asked her sister. - • "Disappear!"' said Mrs. Lane la a withering tone. "It was the table­ cloth that disappeared. I don't know anything about the stains."--Youth's Ownpanidlu. V