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H ‘1'ch ‘ Young Folks. O â€"oâ€"oâ€"o-oâ€"o - o â€" oâ€"oâ€"oâ€"oâ€"oâ€" l A T â€"O â€"eâ€"oâ€"â€"oâ€"oâ€"o-â€"o -oâ€" câ€"o-oâ€"oâ€"o BOYS “'80 ARE YWANTED. Young George Willis had come to the conclusion that there are more] boys in the world than are wanted. At the close of the third day's unsuccess- ful search for work, he said: "Mother. the world is too full of boys. There are more of us than are wanted.” ' "There are more of some kinds than are wanted," replied Mrs. \Villis.l "Have you ever thought how manyi kinds of boys there are, and what kind‘ is most likely to be wanted by business men, George '1" "I know two kinds. mother," said George, “and now I know what papa meant when he said to me one day while he was sick; 'George. be an hon- est, faithful boy, and the chances are that you will grow up into a success- ful man, for honesty pays even in dol- lars and cents.’ ” "I will try again tomorrow, for who knows what may be waiting for me if I persevere and honestly and faithfully do everything that I undertake ’l" As George arose next morning it was with the determination to succeed. Af- ter breakfast he again started out to .seek employment. His mother gave him the name of a grocer whom she reâ€" membered as an honest, upright man. who lived in another part of the city. W'hen George arrived at the place the proprietor. Mr. Cameron. was just en- tering his store. "Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Cameron ’I" asked George. "To be sure." man. “I am he." In a straightforward, manly way. George told Mr. Cameron that his fath- or was dead. and his mother had to work hard to make a living for herself and him; that he was looking for a. place as errand boy so he might be :some help to her. "Can you keep a secret i" asked Mr. *Cameron. “So many boys come here and ask for work and agree to stay a certain length of time for so much a week or month. After they have gain- ed- a. little knowledge of the work. if they are offered better wages some- where else, off they go without a thought of being under any obligation to the man who gave them employâ€" ment when they had no knowledge of the kind of work they were to do." "\Von't you please try me i" asked George. respectfully. Mr. Cameron did not really need a boy just then, but he thought George looked like an honest lad. so he said to him: “I will give you $2 a week. and you are to be here promptly at '7 o’clock in the morning and remain 'till '7 in the evening for three months. George gladly accepted the offer, and made arrangements to begin work on the following Monday morning. \Vhile the wages were not as great as he had hoped to receive, yet he was glad to be able to earn something. His work was to sweep in the morning. unpack boxes, and such other work as any bright. healthy and energetic boy at twelve years of age is capable of do- g. After George had been at work some weeks a man. whose business was just across the street from Mr. Cameron's. stopped him just as he was coming down the street and made George an: answered the gentle. “offer of $3 a week to work for him. The man was in need of a boy, and he had noticed how promptly George had appeared every morning. and how ener- getically he went about his work. Now came the test. George wanted the ex- tra $1 very much. but he also remem- bered what Mr. Cameron had said to him the morning he asked for work.l So he told the man that his time was not out where he was, and he did not think that it would be right to leaveI Mr. Cameron until that time. Mr. Cameron did not know of this conversation until some time after. when the man who made the offer to George told him about it. On the evening of the day before the three months were out George asked his employer if he might now begin to look for another place; that he had once had the offer of better wages. but could not accept on account of his promise. Mr. Cameron then told George that he knew of that offer. and that he honor- ed him for his course. and seemingly indifferent to his welfare. he was close- ly watching him. and was now ready to increase his wages for the next six months. George's feet seemed to scarcely touch the pavement that evening as he hurried home. “Mother! mother! 1 have found out what kind of boys are wanted. and there are not too many of them, eith- er!" exclaimed he. as be bounded in- to the house. George grew up into the kind of maul that people can trust. “'Boys who ae wanted" grow up into just that kind of men. "SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE." You all know this rhyme. but have you ever heard what it really means? The four-and-twcnty blackbirds re- present thetwenty-four hours. The bot- tom of the pie is the world. while the top crust is the sky that ovcrarches it. The opening of the pie is the day dawn when the birds begin to sing. and sure- ly such a sight is fit for a king. The king. who is represented sitting in his parlor counting out his money. is the sun. while the gold pieces that slip through his fingers. as he counts them.l i [ll Hlll lllllllS llflllll are the golden su'nbeams. The queen, who sits in the dark kitchen. is the moon. and the honey with which she regales herself is the moonlight. . The industrious maid. who is in the garden at work before her kingâ€"the sunâ€"has risen. is the day-dawn, and the clothes she hangs out are the clouds. The bird who so tragically ends the song by “nipping off her nose" is the sunset. So we have. the whole day. if not in a nut-shell. in a pie. woâ€" .- IN THE LAUNDRY. Following are some hints and sug- gestions that may prove helpful to the young housekeeper, since all of them are not generally known. If there are any marks of iron rust on your clothing, remove them before putting the garment through the wash. NVet the rusted spot in a solu- tion composed of one ounce of oxalic acid dissolved in one quart of water, iron it while damp, then hang the gar- ment in the sun, or hold it over the steam of a boiling teakettle until the spots have disappeared, when it should be rinsed, immediately. This solution will keep for any length of time, and should always be at hand, for it is also good for removing ink stains. Put it in a bottle having a glass stopper, and label it poison. The solution of oxlic acid is too strong for very thin goods. If they become iron rusted, apply a mixture of salt and. lemon juice, and put; the lgar- ment out of doors where the sun may shine directly upon it. Marks made by scorching linen when ironing'it may be removed if the tex- ture of the goods has not been dam- aged. Peel and slice two onions, and pound them to extract the juice, which must be mixed with half an ounce of white soap. Add half a pint of vine- gar and two ounces of Fuller's earth, and boil all together until thoroughly mixed. When the mixture becomes cool, cover the scorched part of the linen with it, allowing it to dry Dn. In a little while it can be washed, and the marks will disappear. There is nothing better than ox gall to prevent colored articles from fading when being washed. Empty the gall into a bottle, on butchering day, and put in a. handful of salt. It should be kept closely covered. A teacupful is used with five gallons of water. The first time you wash black calico, use the suds in which your white clothes were boiled. Let it come to a boil, then put in the article, whilegdry'. pressing it down. so that all partswill be saturated. Let it boil three min- utes, then take it out and wash and rinse it as you do your other calicoes. It should not be boiled after the first washing. Mildew is best removed by dipping the goods into a. weak solution of chlo- ride of lime, then placing the garment in the sun for a few minutes,. after which rinse thoroughly. A heaping teaspoonful of lime to a quart of water is about the right roportion. The following recipe or starch is very satisfactory; for it not only works well while fresh, but, in a. cool place, Will keep good for some time. Wet two tablespoonfuls of starch in a little cold water, then add one tableâ€" spoonful each of white wax, gum are- bio, and fine salt, and pour on one quart of boiling water. Let it boil for ten minutes, then strain it, and add two more tablespoonfuls of starch wet in cold water. It is then ready for use. If you cannot make your sunbonnet stiff enough to prevent its flapping over your faces, try dipping it into starch made as above. Hang it on the lme, and when it is nearly dry, rub thick starch all over the inside of the front. If applied to the outside, it will stick to the iron. [Hang it on the line again and let it become thoroughâ€" ly dry, then sprinkle it and ironnin the usual manner. It is better to be laid perfectly straight after ironing, for an hour or two. but in case it can- not be unfastened from the crown,lay it carefully over a ten-quart tin pail, and let it stand by the fire luntil all the dampness has evaporated. \VOMIEN WOIT‘JEIERSTBROAD. The German government is follow- ing the example of America and Engâ€" land and employing women in the Post Office Department. The experiment of using them as clerks and directors of smaller post offlces has been satisfac- tory. The department is now going a step further. and is appointing wom- en assistants in the telegraph and telephone offices. A great many wo- men have also been appointed to take full charge of smaller post offices. pre- _ fercnce being shown to the widows and daughters of deceased postmasters. Those who have been in the employ of the government a long time are to re- ceive a salary of 1,200 marks, $285. per year, with an extra allowance of 500 marks. $119 for house rent. In Norway women have for some time been employed in the railroad and postâ€" office service. and are now receiving appointments as supervisors of the railroad stations. They receive the re- ports from the train conductors. an- swer the many questions of travellers in German and English. call out the trains in the waiting rooms. ring the station bell at the departing of the train, and telegraph its departure to the next station. They perform the du- ties of government telegraph operators. and often those of postmasters and baggage men. DECLINE IN VALUE. Maudâ€"I thought Ethel would die of grief when the young duke refused to marry her because she had only five million dollars. Evaâ€"Poor girll Did she die? Maudâ€"No; she ran off with her coachman. "I wonder if this is a chance," mus- ed Mary Haliburton, The cares of the l day were over. and she sat alone in her tiny city room. She wastired of being a. clerkâ€"something her employers would have been sorry to know. for .“s whatever Mary did. she did with her 'might and successfully. She went back over the story of her life that evening as she sat there. She was so tired. so extremely tired, and there was no one to care that she was tiredâ€"there had been no one for three weary years. The girl sighed as she turned again to the paper and read once more, this item: "A girl who is willing to make her- self useful can find board and lodging for the summer with Mrs. Jennie Patrick at Round Top Farm." ‘It seems-as if it might be a. chance,” said Mary. And the next morning she went down to the store still thinking of it. "Where is Round Top Farm?" she asked of a fellow-clerk. “So you have seen it too. have you?" said Nettie Buchard. Both girls were in the habit of read- ing the advertisements in whatever papers came their way. “Yes, smiled Mary. "Where is it 'l" Do you know? I thought it might be a chance to get out of the city for the summer." . "Well," answered Nettie, deliberate- ly. "it may be a chance. but it’s not the chance I'm looking for. I’ve known about Round Top Farm for several years. It's about fifty miles out, and they say it's a beautiful place." ’ “Thenâ€"" said Mary. “Wait,” said Nettle, holding up her hand. “There's everything on that farm, and everything is first-class," she ended impressively. Mary looked puzzled. "The eggs are larger and fresher. the fowls are fatter. the butter is better grade than you can find anywhere else." went on Nettie, “and the fruits are simply fine. I wonder you've nev- er heard of Round Top Farm before." Mary glanced down at the item which she had clipped and brought with her. and now held in her hand. “I don’t seeâ€"" she began. “Don't see I" exclaimed Nettie. "What does firstâ€"class down to the smallest detail meanfbut that Mrs. Jennie Pat- trick is particularâ€"cranky. as you might say? I wouldn't go there for fifteen minutes ‘to make myself useful.’ let alone all summer." And with a positive nod of her head she turned from Mary to wait upon a customer who had just come in. Now the word "particular" had ‘no horror for Mary. She was particular herself and came of a line of particular people. As far back as she had heard of her family. and that was for three generations, she had heard stories of this one and that one being hard to suit. Long ago her grandmother had said to her. “There's two kinds of par- ticular; the fault-finding kind of peo- ple who like to make trouble and the kind of particular people who want things right. even if it does make trou- ble. All our folks are of the last kind." All morning Mary thought of these things; and when she went to lunch she said to herself. “I believe I'll try Round Top Farm." . A week later she went to try it. And Mrs. Patrick having had notice of her arrival, was at the train to meet her. For Mrs. Patrick had suddenly develop- ed what was a new phase of philan- thropy for her. “I am a busy woman." she had re- plied when the minister had come to her to solicit board and lodging for some unfortunate child of the city. “I cannot have a child hereâ€"I don’t un- derstand children." ' I The minister had seemed disappomt- ed. Seeing which. she had repented of her decided words a little. “Put me down for nothing." she had said, "and then. if I see my way clear to do any- thing. I will do it in my own way. I suppose a child of the city might be of almost any age ?" she added. interrogaâ€" tively. The minister smiled. He knew that this “busy woman" was like Dorcas of old. "full of good works and almsdecds w hich she did.” and he answered cordi- ally. "To be sure, Mrs. Patrick. Any age. any age." And he rose to go. qurte satisfied. A week later the advertisement that had caught Mary's eye appeared in the “Evening Herald." _ "\Ve shall see." said Mrs. Patrick. "I believe in helping. first of all. those who are willing to help themselves. We shall see who comes. I fancy I shall not have many applicants.” _ On that hot summer morning when the train rolled in to the little station. deposited Mary and her luggage and then rolled out again. Mrs. Patrick stood waiting on the platform. Her strong face lighted with pleasure as she looked at the girl's erect, slender form. the delicate, sensitive face and the plain but tasteful dress. “She’ll do." she thought. And the next moment she was leading the way to her light road wag- on. into which the station agent washi- ready bouncing Mary's trunk. It was a spirited pair of horses that Mrs. Pat- rick drove. and they were soon off at speed on their way to the farm. Mary, ' ly. Mrs. Patrick herself, though a com- who had no self-consciousness. looked about her with enjoyment. and respond- ed readily to all Mrs. Patrick's converâ€" sational advances. so that the two were like old friends when the hill came in sight. . “Ah! Now 1 see the meanin of Round Top Farm." cried Mary. "\ 'hat a. pretty background the hill makes to these fields! And the rail fencesâ€"how much better they are than the barbed wire ones I saw from the car win- dow!" "Decidedly. on a stock farm," replied Mrs. Patrick. “Think of one of my beau- tiful Jerseys mangled on a barbed wire !" Rail fences were old-fashioned, but because Mrs. Patrick liked them. easy- going Mr. Patrick kept them in good repair. The house. almOSt hidden among trees. was old-fashioned. too, but Mrs. Patrick liked it. and Mr. Patrick was grateful for that liking. It was his boyhood’s home. and he would have been sorry to see it changed. And. last- paratively young woman. was old-fash- ioned. She cared nothing for women's clubs, and, as to dress, she wished, first of all. to be comfortable. and after that stylish. Now, before Mary's arrival. Mrs. Pat- rick had said to herself. “This is an experiment. I shall not set her, who- ever she is. to do anything. I shall simply watch to see what her idea of being useful is. And if this experiâ€" ment is not successful, I shall not try a similar one again." There was abundance of hired help on the farm for both outdoor and inâ€" door work. There could hardly have been regular tasks assigned to Mary. The girl. quick to perceive, saw that and felt it in the atmosphere of the farm before she had been there twen- ty-four hours. "I hope Mrs. Patrick's offer was not a delicate way of being charitable." she said to herself anxiously. “I should not wish to accept charityff It was June. and there were berries of all kinds to be picked and taken care of. For Mrs. Patrick kept, of each berry, the very earliest and latest varieties known to horticulture. Mary offered one morning to go out and pick. "No. my dear," was the kind but posi- tive reply. "You have small physical strength. but I should judge you have skill." And she gave Mary a smile. "Not much. skill." answered Mary, “except in selling silks and ribbons. Btu-t I believe I can develop some skill if you will not think me pushing and presuming." “Push and presume all you like." said Mrs. Patrick. cordially. “Only don’t waste yourself on a. task I can hire a child to do." So Mary began to “push and preâ€" sume." She was deft-handed and open- eyed. She sorted and packed berries for market. and owing to her painstak- ing. the Patrick berries stood a little higher, if possible. in the estimation of buyers. She helped with the canning and preserving for home use, and one day Mrs. Patrick said. "I declare, Mary, I think putting that advertise- ment in the ‘Evening Herald’ was the most fortunate thing I ever did. You seem to belong here." Behind the glad look that answered her in Mary's eyes a certain wistful- ness shone out. And it set Mrs. Pat- rick thinking. But she did not at once formulate her thought. if that could be called thought which was a passive opening of her mind to all that con- cerned Mary and her life 'on the farm. She noticed that all the Jerseys loved her; that when she stepped out toward their yard the chickens crowded to welcome her; that the sheep were al- ways ready to follow her; that the flowers seemed to thrive under her touch; that every dumb thing on the place trusted her. “Shut up a girl like that in a store!" exclaimed Mrs. Patrick to herself one morning in August. "A girl that has sense enough to enjoy living close to nature! For she does enjoy it. She‘s gained in every way since she's been here." Yes. Mary did enjoy it. There was time every day for her to read and rest. and plenty of reading on hand. How could she stand it to go back? she often asked herself. To live alone in that little moped-up room at night and through her small leisure time to stand all day and minister to those who were too tired and in too much of a. hurry. or else too idle and selfish to care for her more than they did for the cash-box that ran on the wire to the cashier's desk with their money ; to hear always, when she was awake. the rush and roar of the city. Here the very wild birds were friendly. And how could any one call hens uninter- esting wth they had such confidential ways of casting up one eye and talking to her? And thin she fell to wonderâ€" ing what Round Top Farm might be like in winter. She knew that there was little snow, for the farm was not far enough north for much of that. And one day she asked Mrs. Patrick. “Well,” smiled Mrs. Patrick. “perâ€" haps you ought not to ask me. for I own I am in love with Round Top Farm. Winter isn't summer anywhere you know. But, why don't you stay and see for yourself just how dull and dis- agreeable Round Top Farm can be 1’" "0h. Mrs. Patrick!" exclaimed Mary; and her eyes filled with tears. "I mean it." said Mrs. Patrick. "I don't see why you mightn't as well help me for money as to wait on customers in a store for money. All the accounts of the year are to be gone over and balanced. You could help me about] that, for to tell the truth. M r. Patrick hates accounts. You could help me in my business correspondence, which is. quite large. for Mr. Patrick hates busi- ness letters. I will tell you wint I do not speak of generallyâ€"Mr. Patrick is] not strong. Things wear on him and annoy him that do not ['ff"('l me inl the least. He likes to supervise lhe’ outdoor work. and it agrees with him' to do it. But he hates busim'ss. andl so I attend to that. You are the onef person that I have ever had about me, that needs no supervision. I will give‘ you forty dollars a month and your board the year round if you will stay. "g “Mrs. Patrick i" called one of the, maids. putting her head in at the door.‘ And, with her accustomed prompt- her room gloves. Then she went. quickly down again. and out and away through the; flower-garden. where she stopped onlyx to pick the nearest blossom went on. -__._.. __..__ .-.._._..4 ......_.- . . 1 ness. knowing that she was needed. Mrs. Patrick obeyed the call. Left to herself. Mary slipped up to' and put on her hat and and then; She wanted to be alone to think over how good. how very 300d God had been to her when he gave her the gift of being particular in little. things-the gift that lies at the bot- tom of every solid success in life. no matter in what line that success may be. Her heart “'38 filled with joy. for. under her ~calm exterior. Mary was very emotional. She had not gone far from the houseâ€"it was only out. of sight among the trees behind her and at her right. And hark! from a tree in the row that bordered her left. a bird began to sing. As the liquid notes fell on her entranc- ed ears. she raised and clasped her hands that still held the flower and gazed earnestly up to see as well as hear. She felt as if that. were her bird. and she knew that he voiced the ecstacy in her own heart. No more for her the city and its crowded loneliness, but. always,as long as she did h‘r best. the wide fields that were full of com- panionship. ‘ But Nettie, when she heard of it, could not understand. She could only wonder what Mrs. Patrick had don" to "get around" Mary and make her stay on "a horrid old farm." As for Mrs. Patrick. month to month Mary's contentment and her proficiency. she said to her- self. "The only true way to help any- body is to help her to get where she belongs. I've an idea that Nettie. Bur- Ch'll‘d belongs in the store. But Mary â€"Mary belongs here l'" seeing from DON’T. Don't attempt to borrow money on your wheel. It won't stand alone. Don't get into the habit of talking to yourself if you are easily bored. Don’t think because you can fool some people that other's can't fool you. Don't think a man appreciates acy- clone because he is carried away with it. Don‘t provide yourself with a. wife and expect her to provide you with a home. Don't take worry with you on your travels; you will find it on tap every- where. I Don't think your milkman has pedl~ greed cows because he supplies you with blue milk. - Don't get the idea. into your head that with women on juries there would be fewer disagreements. Don't attempt to train up your child- ren in the way lhcy should go unless you are going that way yourself. BEWARE OF MISJUDGING. Perhaps it were better for most of us to complain less of being misunder- stood and to take more care that we do not misunderstand other people. It ought to give us pause at atime to remember that each one has a stock of cut-and-dried judgments on his neighbors, and that the chances are that most ’of them aree quite errone- ous. .What our neighbor really is, we may never know; but we may be pretty certain that he is not what we have imagined and that many things we have thought of him: are quite be- side the mark. What he does, we have seen, but we have no idea what. may have been his thoughts - and conten- tions. The mere surface of his char- acter may be exposed, but of the com- plexity within we have not the faint- est ldea. People crammed with self- consciousness and self-conceit are oft- en praised as :humble, while shy and reserved people are judged to be proud. Some whose whole life is one subtile, studied selfishness get the name of self-sacrifice, while other silent, heroic souls are condemned for want of 'hu- manity.â€"-â€"Ian Maclaren. BISMARCK'S MEMORY. Bismarck's memory went back, ac.- cording to his own assertion, to the time when he was 3 years old. He re- membered climbing up to the window and watching the crowd that had as- sembled to see the Berlin Theater burn down in 1818. Ilia hold his hands rlo the window panes and drew them back, quickly, as the glass was hot. .._.._ Lot)ka roach/inn. Mrs. Noearâ€"l)o you think my daughter will be a musician? Professorâ€"I gant zay. She may. She doll me she gome of a long-lived vamily. SO SARCAS'l'IC. “'illicâ€"I once knew a girl who nearly died from ice cream poisoning. Nellieâ€"'l‘he very idea! i would nevâ€" cr ll'lVl' dreamed of such a thing impâ€" pcning' to a girl of your acquaintance. _â€"-_. IMPROVE l) M A ’1'” EM A'l‘ICS. “'hat are you working on now? was asked of the man who is'always invent- ing but never invents. Nothing wry Mg just at prnscnl. I'm about completing a 'fllt-ihml for calcul- ating compound interest with a rubber stamp. PREVIOUS PRACTICE. You don't look strong enough to be a policeman. cvsr had any experience or in that line? “'9”. air. said the applicant. 1 run: thn parish church bells for ten years. How's that for bein‘ n pealer? and rugged Have you training Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man: to speak much and know little; to spend much and have little, to presume much, and be worth littleâ€"Cervantes. Name «.- . . ..'_,-‘, -2 .. ‘ ‘J‘W -~ s.’ v v '- “rut .- . ...x . v-hevq,â€"‘,cp l l l l l t t 1 l