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twenty-one and I eighteen--and lived on adjoining places In or rather pear the beautiful village of Gleudale. That Z ¥ 1 "admire with a feeling of | "°° before people bad become com- yet i. 8 the wad. unrestrained prepon- nce of the imagination. It is a godiike wuatity, but he somctimes uses "Hike u gevil He greatly interests ny dntellect, but does not touch me al He could have no power over me, hut a thie contrary, I felt thai 1 should able to infiteuce him in a short | } Had a leitér from Bim the day which shows that he feels into a splendid poet relapsing into furmiess conditions. It is sad. y of mine be foolishythere it is, nev- ertheless. Without his sense giv- ing assistance a week alone with Swin- 'burme would be intolerable to me or | sity other humas being. CLOTH AND CLOTHES. Why Sore Garments Keep and Others 7 Easily Lose Their Shape. Every one--In' tlils cobntry, at feast-- Wears' clothes. They have to. Conse- guently every oue is more or less in- erested in the question of clothes. It is not so easy to know good cloth as it seems. Many people, depending on texture. feel, weave and so forth, think that they are judges of cloth. And when, after buying what they be- lleve to be a good piece of cloth, it does not wear well they are greatly sur The durability of cloth depends large iy upon the length of the individual fibers. If the fibers are long and caurl- ing they form a close and strong weave. . The cloth dues not crack or Wear out at the scams or folds because 'of the length of Gber, nor does it rub as easily by surface wear because it Is | amore springy or elastic. Short fibers, | on the other band, have much less | binding quality because they do not in- tertwinc. The difference between two suits or {dresses in "keeplug their shape" is largely due to this same thing. A real iy first class cloth, properly made and fitted, hardly ever requires pressing. It:is elastic, and 1f Wis hung up after v been wou fora day or two jt £0 right back into shape. - The donstant sending of trousers to the tailor to have a *"crease' put In is a sign that the cloth was not made of want your suits or dresses to t the cloth is woven from long St. Peter's Roof. keep the roof of St. Peter's at 'deme in proper repair is a task that lemploys a permanent force of work- saen, who actually liv upon the roofs, and whese families have Leen there for generations. tiow a Man Talks When He Shows i Them to a Friend. Here's the way the average man slows lis little book of amateur pho- fographs to a friend: #This is supposed to be my wife, but | ft #in't very good. let's sec the next one. Well, that's the baby. but the sun was wrong. On this page is a fam- | jig group. 1 took it myself, and it aout): be a good picture if three of 'efit' hadn't moved. Oh. yes! my wife took of me. the dickens, dou't it? She ain't used to the camera, but notice how I'm grin- alng. 'And @'you see what a good back- ground I'm posed in? I'd just got back | from the office, and she just had one flim: jeft and thought she might as well | Spap me and finish up the roll--yon ie. 1.didu't have time to comb my hair | abhat? Why. the one on the next 5 showing his baby in focus. Now, here's it is tragic, apd if this fan- | «freak thing. any next door | mierctalized, before. those who were in- teilectual were divided Into groups, as they are pow. tbe sefentists forming one group. the musicians another. the literary people another. Then refined persons {ook some Inferest in all these True, individuals had their favorites. | Pullip and 1 were deypted to poetry. of Ms works with a steel engraved grontispiece portrait of ths nuthor as a young man, and be was very hand- some. His "Locksley IIzll" was then {| a favorite, and every oné with any poetic taste at all was reading it. Philip and 1 used to read togethef, and since | owned a copy of Tennyson and there were in it some gems on which Philip and I agreed the bovk was at the time a part of our intel- lectuzl lives little blue and gold edition--Dblue cover and gilt edge--was very pretty, but | fancy now it was the association that gave it its beauty for me. And is it not oiten the asso- ciation that ma certain bits of lit- erature cspecially dear to us? There was one poems that I*hilip and 1 con nm of the whole book. and | bave since scem' It foes | tioned by litters rs as one of the most effective ever written { This is the 0 'Tears, idle 1 know no 'That are no more. One morning 1 was in the conserva- tory gathering some flowers to deco" rafe the liviug room maitel Philip came in without ringing, custom. Up to that mx mot occurred to me that t bappy youth would ever eud. cat it had period of Indeed, I had mot realized bow delightful it it me news that it bad passed forever. Ile bad becn of- fered a position in a western city and was to take bis departure immediately. How 1 strove to avoid showing the shock the announcement gave me! It seemed that 1 conld feel the blood leav- | ing my cheeks. Tears, so beautifully described in the poem 1 have gueted, "rose in my heart and in my eyes." But lest Philip shot 1 turned away from Him. There were but a few minutes for "the parting. We had not been lovers-- it. Phil put out his hand to a plant beside him, plucked a rose that had Just passed from Lud to bloom and | banded it to me. He said no word, but 1 knew that he meant it to be expres- sive of his regard for me." My hand was pressed by his, and he was gone, back to the house whence he had come, and reappearing with his belonzings he | entered a carriage standing at the gate | and rode away. I can see him now, though half a century has elapsed, waving bis band to me as he passed out of sight | | and to look well first make at least if we were we bad not known | | | { | | The dearest thing in the world pext ! i to Phijli>was pow the rose he bad given me. | kept-it for a short time in wa- ter, thon put it inte my Tennyson, pin- ng the stem to a fiyleaf on which my name appeared as the owner of the book and Phil's as the giver on Christ- | mas day. with the date. Under it I, wrote the number of a page in the | book. On that page was the poem that hil and I had agreed wos, ou first { y idle tears." | oes | book of poems in a box, laid the card: These words I unde: All this may seem very lackadaisical to those who are engaged in the bum- drum of life, but to me, even though I am an old woman 'with snow white hair, it is the tenderesf memory of my long life. - 1 sometiries wonder if the present generation. Dow that the per- vading sentiment of that period, or at least -the almost universgl love for a | beautiful poem; has died sway, feel 03 out of pstairs window. N an u w. Not deeply as we did thems The buoman jood--be didn't have =m good . yeurt is thie same: but had not the com- the baby was falling t t | mercial spirit of the ge blunted hu- man sensibilities? «= other, pever saw each other, be my heart and. 4s much 10 me see them for it among the few" been brought away. but did not find i 1 never had an opport cover it. 1.--HIS STORY. | After parting with Marion that 1 was so tilled with before me that the break and me was somewhat ov 1 wrote her friendly letters, but since i had not spoken of love to her aud saw ue prospect of our again g pear to each other 1 did not think advisable to write it now. Remem- bering the rose I had given her, 1 wish. ed 1 had received some parting gift from her. But I bad nothing she had ever given me except a smoking eap she had embroidered for me. This { bung on a hook on the wall iu my room. Often I sat in my 'easy chair after a day's work with by eyes fixed on the cap and fancied ber bending over it, her fair bands plying her nee dle in its decoration. : I um aware that many a man has become sentimental over a gift a givk has given him, and iu this degenerate age such feelings furnish material for | the wtiters of the comic pay Nev. . pi! bers, Ee trons ole ar | en me % blue and gold bound edition chestnut hair is now white as snow. 4 Her fair skin is now shriveled, buthis dues uot ene whit detract from. the sacredness of this memory of her when she was a girl That period of which I have spoken, | when her picture grew dim from ab- sence, begau--if it tily bad a begin- uing--a few years er | parted with ber and lasted for a decade. During this tiige 1 heard that her father had died and the family had heen obliged © up the residence tn which I had ed ples it hours with her and ¢ into a smaller one, which 1 un- tood was in another city. After this 1 lost track of her entirely, and | for her may be said to have | ot inter--it was thirteen years | parted with BMarion-1 found myself in a city not far from my old home. It was Christmas time, and the anuiversary revived memories of the past. 1 determined to visit the Te 1 had passed my childhood A few hours' travel brought me there. The bouse where 1 bad lived as well as Marion's home had passed into other | bands. Mine was vacant; hers was | occupied. Going to the lalter, a lady | came to the door, of whom | asked to | be allowed to lvok over the lower | | rcoms, explaining that | hb once been intimate with a family that then ' lived there. She kindly admitted me. The furniture was the same as of yore. 1 stepped up to the library and looked over the book: Presently my eye caught a bine and gold copy of Tennyson. A vague idea came to me of something very sweet connected with it aking it from the shelf, I opened it at the frontispiece and saw the familiar picture of a young poet "To Marion, from Philip, Dec. 25. 18" Beneath this was the number of a page. Turoing to the page indicated, That poem always seemed to me to have in it what it alone can express, s0 1 will not try to express it. The realization of what Marion bad for me. the fact that for thirteen years 1 bad lived without it, that it had been pass- ing into oblivion, came to me suddenly with great force. & But the poem was not all. On the written, were four pinboles and a dis- coloration in the shape of the stem of a flower and above the stem the marks of where the flower had been. It was plain to me that Marion had pinned a flower--the rose I had given ber at | parting--to the fiyleaf. "Madam," I said to the lady who had admitted me, "could you be induced to paft with this book?" * "Certainly," she replied, "you are welcome to it. We bought everything in the bouse from the former owner, including the books, for which we paid a song." "Can you give me the address of the former owner of tbis*" "1 can put you in a way to get it" On the day before Christmas 1 wrote on my card "To Marion, from Philip," adding the later dzte. Then I put the on it and sent it to Marion. The same Fevening 1 directed . my sfeps to het | new home. I found it an unpreten- | tious one. 1 was glad of it. 1 had become prosperous, and if Marion was | still for me 1 wished that I could give There on the fiylenf 1 saw the words, : 1 saw the first three words of a poein-- | fiyleal, on which the reference was" The Aurora Borealis. ¥ Many people believe that the aaro borealis is a 'phenomenon peculinr modern times. But this is not tru The ancients used tv call it chasma bolides and trakes, names which pressed the diferent colors of 't lights. The scarlel aurora was look upon by 'the superstitious" burbariaus as an omen of direful slaughter; »o is not unusual for descriptions bloody battles to contain allusions uprthiern lights, ' Children's First Shoes. fet the first shoe be ou the order « an Indian moccasin, and as_the for grows it should be filted from trade ings. 4 Have the child stand npon a plece paper and trace tbe outline of the fw with a pencil. Use this as a guide when buying hig] shoes. and you will never make th of getting them too small of fl @tuing, ' 3 Cetting Gamy. Perturbed Diiner-=What on ede | the matter with you this eventhz, er? First. you give me tio > et - SON: 0 tell ¢ gir, it was 'igh fime you 'ad | After the soup it'@ ha' been | London Mail Quite Satisfie Tn old age Boswell said to Joh apropos the dictionary, "You did kpow what you were 'nnderts! very well what 1 was undertakin very well how to do It' and have. it very well."--London Standard. "NERVILIVE" RHEUM Cripple, Who Says Did It, "If I had lived through ferings another year it: Wo ; a miracle." "This is the i sentence of the declaration 1 Mr. J. Eccles Squires, ia 9 "of the best-known families for 5 Thlles Fond Sydney. "My h 'Pdrawn out of shape, even were gnarled Po Li « {about all 'sho | tisn made with my) | ber much more than wy unsorthy self.' Being admitted by a maid, | gave het | my card. ; a When Marion came down the 7 i that lit ap ber face--a smile that was mingled with a blush, for she Kugw that 1 had seen the words she written st our parting--more | made up In the change in. | youth to lnciyient middle age. | not 24 Ea 5 LT AA 3