Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 51, Number 44, Jasper, Dubois County, 30 July 1909 — Page 6
The Wire Specialist
l Short Story
a uoy was sitting on a low stone
wan reading a paper covered book. He was a small boy with a big cap. and the big cap had a number on its front. Presently a quick puff of wind came up the roadway, lifting a little cloud of dust and whirling tho fallen leaves. It fluttered the leaves of the boy's fascinating romance, too. aud then deftly lifted a yellow envelope from a little pile of other yellow envelopes on the wall beside the boy. and toppled it ovor the stone wall and into the garden On the Other slilo nml thon snoil
along. When the boy finally roused himself and thrust the romance into his pocket, he failed to notlco the loss of the envelope. If he remembered right there were six messages tn dpllvor
and now there were but five. Perhaps he had been mistaken. He had been
mistaken on several occasions. So he
trudged along and the message sent by Shelburn Apgar was not delivered. It
was intended for the edification of his daughter. Grace. But she remained in happy ignorance of Its contents. This was the message: "Am sending up Curtiss Thome on the three-thirty. Meet him at station and make him welcome. There's nothing too good for Thorne. I can't leave here until six." Grace would have understood this. She knew how Curtiss Thorne was the famous young engineer whom the brldce comnanv. of whiih hor fathor
was president, was so anxious to secure. But at 3:30 o'clock the message was lying in the long grass behind the stone wall on the East hill. The fathpr nf Rrne tin cnM nnfh.
ing to hex about the coming of this t guest. She knew that the company'
was anxious to get his services, and I that the directors meant to make him j a handsome offer. Her father had! spoken in high praise of his work, but the engineer was out of the city at I the time and" nobody seemed to know 1 Just when he would return. So that Curtiss Thorne was not at all In Grace i Apgar's mind.
Hut at breakfast that morninir her
fflttlOf- Kill ?frl r- n , 1. I . . 1.1.. t
,uu üniu OUUICUIIU UUUUl HIS j
fear that the electrical wiring of thei
uouse was not in the best of order. There had been a disastrous fire in the neighborhood and the cause had been
given as aeiective wiring. "I'm going to have a man un here.
he said as he passed her coffee cup, "to look the wiring over. I'm a little
afraid of electricity myself. And a
stitch hi time may save a fight with
the insurance companies."
"Can't yon telephone for a workman,
aaauy ; urace asked.
"No. her father answered. "I want
somothlng better than an ordinary workman. I want an expert to look the thing over and tell me what needs to be done. The ordinary workman
can ao tne rest. "What you want is a specialist, daddy."
"That's it A specialist on installa
tion, i ji attend to it as soon as I reach the city. Perhaps I can get the man up here today." "All right; daddy, I'll be on the lookout for him." Grace had thfcs electric specialist In mind when she saw a man coming up the gravel walk late that afternoon. She went to the door to admit him. He was a well built young man, not far from thirty. He wore a neat fitting gray suit and a light felt hat and
carried a hand satchel. He was rather
dark, with dark hair, and he wore a
pair of dark glasses over his presum
amy dark eyes.
Home oi bnolburn Apgar, I pre
sume? he said in a sharp, quick fash
ion. "Yes."
"Possibly you are one of his house
nom?" i am his daughter." He drew off his gray hat. "Glad to meet vou "
He seemed to look at her with either admiration or surprise the dark
glasses quite effectually hiding his
eyes. "Come in." said Grace
He entered the hall and put down
ms satcnei.
"Your father prepared me fox the fact that I was to meet you at the
railway station. I think he said."
"At the station?" exclaimed Grace. "It is quite a dusty walk." said the stranger. And then he added, "But I
don t mind the dust, and the scenery
was pleasing, May I sit down?"
urace started. This was a very
inenilly young man. Much too friend ly she thought.
"Sit down If you are tired." she said
and pointed out a high backed hall
chair.
"I m not really tired," he said. "Just a little languid, perhaps. Had a fall some time ago, and haven't quite re
covered irom it- Besides, It looks a little more well, a little more friendly to sit. don't you think?" And he pointed to another chair. Grace, a good deal against hex will, seated herself, and the presumptive young man took the chair she had pointed out. "Ah." he said, "that's better. Then you heard from your father?" "Heard from my father?" "Yes." "You knew I was coming?"
"Father said he would secure you as soon as he reached the city." The young man started a little. "Did he? That's strange. He didn't seem at all sure about it when I met him this afternoon." Grace almost admired his egotism. "I suppose your services are in great demand?" Bhe said, and there was a flavor of sarcasm in her tone. "Just at present thev spom tn h
no saiu. knoucn so. at least, tn mni-n
Specialists fox every dlsoase, specialIsts In science and in law why shouldn't there be specialists in your line?" The stranger laughed. "Why not. Indeed? Hereafter I'm a specialist." Grace moved uneasily. "Have you noticed that tho daylight Is fading?" she said. "SO It Is. Is thliro nnvlhlnn rnmnrl'.
able about it?"
So. onlv I fanofol
the sunlight useful."
Enlighten me. nltiaso."
Grace bit her Hp. Was he really stupid, or was he pretending? "Father said you would look over the electric wires. He Is afraid there Is something wrong about them." "Look over the wires? Whv. vo nf
course I will. Anything to make myself agreeable. Your fnther must have known that I had some little knowledge on the subject although I don't remember telling him." Grace stared at him. He evidently considered himself a humorist. "Where will you look first?" "In the cellar, of course, win vnn
lend the wav?"
She hesitated with n ein nnn nt Vile
- ------ o ....- , dark glasses.
"Can you see in the dark?" "Much better in the dark." h nn.
SWered. "It's the llirht that nffontQ mo
a sort of sand blindness, you understand. But I'm much better, thank
you." Grace touched a button on the wall and a maid promptly appeared. "Have the outside cellar door opened. Mary. The wires are to be inspected." The maid withdrew and then Grace led the stranger down tho front stuns
and around to the cellar door. "Come." he said as he went down tho steps. "I want you along as helper,
ii you piease. Besides. I might be tempted to eat up the preserves. I've been living, you know, where preserves are not known." "Not even currents?" she asked. "Currents? Oh. I see. I didn't expect that of you I didn't really. Is that what you brought me down here for? You evidently don't know that it
isnt saie to get Into a joking mood with electricity. That was an old tradition at the School of Mines. Currents, indeed!" Somehow she couldn't help smiling. He had such a boyish way about him. And yet he sadly needed snubbing. "I am nulte sure mv nrospnro isn't
necessary." she said with dignity. "If you need help I will call the man from the stable." "Oh, no," he protested. "I couldn't think of troubling him. m mnxh
rather have you here. There, will you please hold my glasses?" He thrust them Into her hand. "I ran kpo von-
well In this dim light. Ah. here's the nest." He was up on a chair looking at the wirs. "Your father was rfht
This isn't a good Job. Here are a
couple of 'em in contact. Give 'em a little more time and thev wmii.i ho
ready for any mischief. Ivo wnnrlor
your father found the service bnd.
nom on a minute and I'll have 'em where they betone." Ho drpw n u-nifo
from his pocket and worked at the wires.
And then suddenlv th pro wnc
sham crack, a fierce whlto tl
the stranger dropped limply across the
cnair ana lay mere very still. Grace had shrunk hark at tho otnw.
ling interruption. The glasses fell from her hand and tinkled on the floor. Then she sprang forward. "Are you hurt?" she gasped and lifted his head. He caught his breath. "The currents got me," he murmured faintly. "You shouldn't have made that joke." "House up," she said and shook him gently. "Do It again," he murmured. "I like 1 . f T T 1 . t ... . . .
iu lie nuseu nimseu and drew a quick breath. "I'm all rinht." ho nH,?.
ed in a stronger tone. "Except my
eyes." He stood up. "Let me take
it a little embarrassing where to pi
anil cnoose.
i
Really, this was a remarlrnhu-
..it ... 'j
"I suppose that's the penalty of being a speclallst," said the sarcastic Grace. "A specialist?" "Aren't you a specialist?" "I never thought of that before. Perhaps I am. But why?" "This is an nee of
Grace. "We find them everywhere.!
your hand." he said. "I think tm hot
ter walk around a little."
She looked in his faep. Hia m-oa
were tlcbtly closed. Thon nho tnnv
his hand and led him to the steps.
"önau i can somebody?" she asked. "NO. no. Not if VOU Will stnv .-Ith
me. It was all my fault. I was careless and out of nraetlco. I'll hn
keep my eyes shut for a half hour or more. That flash has put them to the bad again."
"Hero Is the sten." she catltlnnot
him. "Bo very careful." "Walt." he said. "Yon'.l hottn-M.i
my eyes with a handkerchief. Here is
mine.
She bandaged his pvpr rnmfniu-
'I'm SO SOrrV this thlni hfinnnno.l
she said as she tightened the knot.
"Ouch:' he muttered. "I think you tied some of my hair Into that knot."
I m so sorry, she said, ami Inns.
ened It.
That's all rieht." he told hor "i
like to have mv hair fussed nn iinn't
forget the glasses. "I dropped them," said Grace. "They are somewhere on the floor."
"Not smashed?" "I I think not." "You'd better think noL If vnn iinn't
find those classes von wilt h.ivn t
out and buy a string with a dog at-
tacneu to itto lead me around." "Please don't talk like that," said the girl. "Let me help you up the steps." She put her hand under his
arm anu assisted mm to the outside walk and then up the front steps and
into me parior. Grace had the stranger sit In tho big easy chair by the window. Then she turned on a single light. All her resentment against him seemed to havn
fled. "Can I do something for you?" sho asked. "Nothing,", ho replied. "Except give me your society." "Of course. I'm not going to desert you," she said. "Do your eyes pain
you?"
"Not exactly, ho rnnllorf. "Thv
aro Just aching a little because they can't see you."
Grace drew back. "If you mean that for mmnii.
ment," she said, VlUon't like It,"
"Don't you?" he retorted. "I'm sorry. It scorns to me rather poetical. You see I haven't had a good look at you vet. Those black classes rlmid
everything, and the cellar light was dim. As for the flash light, that passed too quickly. Of course, your father gave me no ideas regarding your personal appearance." "My father! Why should he?" "Why. Indeed? Moro especially when I was coming here and you were to meet me at the station."
There Is some mistake about that.
said Grace ou cklv.
"1 began to think so myself when I saw you were not there. But. never
til l IUI. let us talk of something als
Did you ever sit alone in the dark, or
wiin your eyes tightly shut, and make
piciuros; "No."
"You've missed quite a pleasant occupation. I'm making a picture of you now. It is based on your voice which
is very pleasant, and on your manner
may l speak or your manner?" "If it entertains vou."
"Oh. it does. Well, your manner Is
a little cold, and a little hanchtv nm
a little discouraging for the stranger
wunin tne gates. Wait, I can see that you do not take newcomers at
tneir own estimation. That you are
careful and cautious. 1 can see. too.
that one has to know you for a little
while berore one can hope to be ad mltted to your good graces." The girl flushed warmlv.
"You seem to be a person of considerable imagination for a a special
ist, sne said. He softly laughed. "You are too gentle." he said. "You know that you think I am an impudent young ruffian. Yes. you do." Grace drew back coldly. Then she suddenly smiled. Of course he could not see her. "Are you sure there is nothing I can order for you? perhaps you would like to have the maid bring you a cooling drink?"
"Hold on." he cried. "You mustn't go away. It's bad enough to be in the dark without being deserted. And your conscience should tell you that I got Into this scrape at your suggestion." "At my suggestion?" cried Grace. "Of course. Do you suppose I would go Into a strange cellar and meddle with a lot of tangled wires of my own accord?" "Why, why?" stammered Grace. "Of course I'm not complaining." said the stranger. "It served me right.
uut it does seem as if the least you could do would be to avoid irritating me in my extremely helpless condition. I ask you to stay here and keep me company for a little while. There is only one thing else I want, and that's my dinner."
Grace could only stare at him. She fancied he must have been dazed by the shock. "Perhaps you would like to have something nourishing brought to vou now?" "No. I can wait until your father comes " "My father!" "Yes. he's coming, isn't ho?' "Of course. He should be here In a few minutes." "Good. What time Is it, please?" She looked at the clock. "Half past six." "May I ask you to remove this hnn.1.
kerchief? I am sure I can not solve the Intricacies of the knot." She hesitated a moment. Then she lowered the light a little and went to him. Her quick fingers unfastened the knot and drew the handkerchief
irom nis eyes. He slowly raised the lids and looked at hex. "How vory pretty you are." he slowly said. Whereat Grace flushed and drew back and tried to look provoked. And just at that moment there was the sound of an opening door and a quick step In the hall. "Ah. here you are." said Shelburno Apgar as he looked into the room "And of course Grace has made it pleasant for you? Dinner ready, dear?" "As soon as you are. father." "Give me a moment or two to fresh
en up. He turned from the door and they heard his step on the stair. Grace looked at the young man. "There there has been a mistake," she stammered.
Guests From Afar ' St o r i e t t 0 '
She glanced at the postmark on the envelope. The letter had been on its Journey 6ix days. In four days moro Elmer Morse would com
She quickened her steps. There was so much to do In those four short days. No, she would not keep hlra waiting. A glow of triumph filled her heart. She had not waited in vain. Howmany times she had been told that she was wasting her years by her constancy. Even her aunt, with whom she lived, had emrt-sseri ilnuhttt nf ri.
mer's faithfulness. At least, she had told Elinor that she would do well to think twice before she let any good chance to marry slip away from her. And there had been chances, more especially that thrifty farmer. John Torrlngton. It was this middle-aged wooer, sturdy and respected, whom her aunt especially favored. But Elinor's heart was not to be shaken In its COnstnnov tn hnr first
lover, the lover who declared himself
wnen she was still a schoolgirl and who had gone into the Far Western wilderness to win the form no thnt wn
to Dring them together, a chance had been offered him bv a distant rol.itiv
He had eagerly accented it. Ho hntioH
to return in a year at the latest. But
ionune was elusive and five vears had passed.
'And is Elmer colnc to stav horo?"
hex aunt asked, after sho h.-i.i h
the momentous tidings.
"Why. yes." Elinor replied. "Here in Clintville?" "Of course." "It Isn't much of a settlinsr down
place for a man who has seen the world." her aunt suggested, in her exasperating slow way.
hlinor flushed. "That is all understood," she said. Elmer knows that I would nevpr rnn.
sent to leave my old home and frlpnri
and go away among those wild sträng-
ITS. ,
Such thliics have been done." Knlil
her aunt, sententlously, as she turnod
away.
His arm wis irajal hor waist ;vtiJ
no was so absorbed bv br nroonr.
that ho did no see the waiting group
uii uiu steps. When he looked up ho gavo a quick start and rubbed his hand across his
eyea.
"Where am I?" he cried. Then ho
suddenly laughed and gripped tho
nanus mat were tnrust at him. "Welcome to our fair villain"
.1. . ... -c-t -
i ne irrepressible Hcotty. The tall colonel drew back and stared at the group in a puzzled way. "This Is very good of you. boys," ho
saiu. Then he looked back at the ulrl
Her face was pale, but her eyes
were sinning. "I am attaul I haven't made it clear
to our wedd nn cuests how vorv wnl.
come they are," she said. "Perhaps I can make amends later on. Because I think they are going to know me much better." Sho laid her hand on
me colonel s arm in a nrpttv wav
"You see. Elmer, von nml nur frinnri
here are going back to Montana to-
geiner and I m going with you." Her
vuice shook a mtie. "And because Montana needs us," she added with a laugh, "we are all all going to stay
mere. Cleveland I'laln Dealer. A CHEYENNE RAID.
Black Kettle's Men Killed Quaker
and Let Armed Men Go.
"Yes.
"Who are you?; "My name Is Thorne." "Are you Curtiss Thorne. tho f.imnn
engineer?" "I am Curtiss Thorne." "I I took you for some one else." He laughed. "That explains several things," he said. She looked at him appeallngly. "Please don't tell father." "Any bribes to offer?" "Bribes?" He came a little nearer. "I'm a very impulsive follow." he said. "Your father wants me to enter the service of his company. I have been undecided about it. The offer
irom me company in New York seems equally attractive. But now I think 1 would like to stay here. If you will say that you want me to stay I'll promise to keep our little comedy of this afternoon a secret from your
lumur. wuick, l noar him coming." Grace flushed. Her father's step grew louder. "I want you to stay," she softly murmured. And then Shelburne Apgar entered the room. W. It. Kose In Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The Yak of Tibet. The yak's chief habitat is Tibet and the adjacent parts of central Asia. Its hair is long and covers in fringe-like style its flanks and shoulders. The yak rug Is a notable article of commerce. Yak milk Is one of the chief articles of diet in Tibet. The vak does not Jlke heat at all ami I fnnn.i
In the summer season as high as 20.000 feet above the sea level. In Tibet It is both a wild and domesticated animal.
The Servians. Servians In their good nature and lovoi of humor arc iaid to remind travelers of tho Irish peasantry. They are hospitable to strangers, their patriotism Is vehement, almost quixotic, and they take great Interest in politics.
It was a little earlv for the traln
but every detail in the si mnlo nrn.
gram of welcome had been arranged.
i ne pretty cottage was swept and garnished; the appetizing luncheon was prepared, and now the gentle Elinor, her heart beating with anticipation, sat on the shaded porch with her expectant gaze on the road among the willows. And then she saw a group of men there were five of them standing by the roadside as if not quite sure of
ineir oeanngs. Presently they came forward and disappeared behind the high hedge. A moment later Elinor saw them at the gate. One of them pointed toward the house. Then the gate was opened and thev came un tho nathn-nv in tn.
gle file. It was quite evident they were strangers. Elinor had time to inspect them before they reached the porch. For a moment she was alarmed. Were these strangers the bearers of bad tidings? She quietly arose and stepped forward.
But. no. they were smiling as they halted and drew up in line. And then every hat came off as If at a concerted signal. It was the youngest man who spoke. Ve are friends of the colonel, from Montana. Miss Barnes." "From Montana r she cried, and looked at him wildly. "The colonel is all right. Miss Barnes." the youngest man hastily answered her. "We managed to get'here a little ahead of him." "The colonel?" Elinor repeated. "Colonel Morso" tho
explained. t,. um "Everybody back yonder calls him colonel, said the stout man. Elinor gave a little casn.
"And you you have come all the way from Montana?" she cried, and put out both her hands. He glanced about at his companions. Having given you his promise." the youngest man resume,!, "the colonel wasnt the man to tell you what he was sacrificing. That wouldn't be like him. He wouldn't tell you what a foothold he had gained out there and what a power for good he had become and bow we all need him. He wouldn't tell you that Nature had fitted him for a man of action, a pioneer, a builder, a leader of men. He never hinted that
me connnes or this little town would be to him like prison bars. And, of course, he didn't tell you that we want him for our Governor, that our State needs him and that he's the only man the friends of reform can elect!"
He paused and drew a quick breath The girl was softly crying. Somehow the words of this earnest young stranger hurt her, and yet they filled her with pride. "It was because Elmer Morse would not tell you these things," the youngest man went on. "that we are here. We wanted you to know the truth. We love the colonel and we need him, lady. We have come here to ask you to give him back to us. And we want
UU, ioo. He paused again. The girl had turned and was looking toward the roadway. And then without a word she fluttered down the steps and the pathway nnd disappeared behind the hedge at the roadside. "The colonel has come." said Scotty. 'You should have talked faster Harvard." said the second man. "You said It hoanf Ifnllv aaa
-- "Mum wiv third man. but I dtinno as 'twas right to make the girl cry." "If you'd said another blamed word " put In the fourth man, "you'd had me sniffln, too."
Scotty looked at the younger man anxiously. "What do you think. Harvard?" The youngest man refused to venture any opinion. "You can tell as well as I can," ho said. "It looked pretty dubious to me" Scotty muttered. "Here they come; said the second man in a hoarse whisper. "Brace up." Up the pathway came the tall colonel and the girl.
Near Glen Eldor In MWolioii pntin
ty, Kansas, is a pile of stones almost
as nign as a homestead shanty, known as the "Old Settler's Grave." Few persons know Its history, yet it
nns Deen a custom for many years for each passing traveler to add his stone to the heap. "It was the merest accident that I am alive to tell you the story of
tne uiu settler's Grave.'" said Jacob Meek the other day. He is a
Custer countv farmer anil wna nncn
a uutlalo hunter in western Kansas. "On Sunday, May IS, 1SG7. I was out with a party of buffalo hunters
near me present town or Ulen Elder. We overtook a man with n bonw
pack on his tack, walking along the
iran. ne saia mat nis name was Dr.
Kose and that he was on his way to his homestead claim. We warned
mm that there were Indian war parties rn the country and thnt ho n-nnwi
be In danger of his life should he
go iunner. "Dr Rose believed, with Quaker-
line simplicity, that he could win the Indians bv kindness and thnt ihm-
would not harm him. Thirty min
utes alter ne lett na ho wn nur.
dered by Indians under the leadership of Chief Black Kettle, after-
waru Kiueci oy uenerai Custers
troops in the battle of the Wachlta.
in uKianoma. me grave at Glen El der Is that of Dr. Rose.
"To me the death of Dr. Rose Is
the least interesting part of the story In my nartv were two mon frnm tin
nois and a Catholic nrlpst. whn hnrl
Joined us for protection. As we turned a bend of the Solomon river
we were startled at the sight of a big Indian war party, riding four abreast, which quickly surrounded us. Other Indians came down the
trail. Just as the Indians surrounded us a large warrior, riding swiftlv toward us. shouted ami waved his hand
at tne warriors. The warriors in
stantly halted.
'"Me Chief: me niapk Kottlo enui
the large Indian upon reaching ua. I
rememner tnat nis voice was lionlike
in its depth and sonorousness. His
neau siopeu uacK to a high peak. These Indians had just killed Dr. Rose, though we knew nothing about it at the time. Black Kottlo ml.
dressed himself to me, nsking who
we were and what we were doing. That I might use the sign language I laid my gun aside a moment and upon
turning around round that the gun
nau disappeared, mack Kettle saw I was disconcerted and nskoil whv t
was troubled. I told him that my
gun had been stolen. Black Kettle, in a loud voice, hurled nmothlnc tn
Cheyenne at his warriors and a
crany-iooKing old Indian. lifting my
gun irom tne grass, brought it to me "Callinc me to one sldo ni.irV Vot
tie said: 'Go; go home!' And per-
naps i wasn't ready to go! Black Kettle detailed ten of his men to accompany us. On our way we met
iour Dunaio nunters and asked them to join us; they refused and were killed that same day.
"Why did the Indians kill Dr. Rose
and save us? I do not know. The Catholic priest said it was because he was in the party." Kansas City
i imes.
TV (Md Porch.
W did not ask In those old dv If it looked ent nr -s
To our young eyts the landicai. tv, Of all the world was best 1 ,here The steps ltd out to hills of ho1(, I h childhood's morning gio.y WllHt mnrn u-nu it. .... ' "I
-. . uo u,vlv lu kBuw
The little wild thing loved it too Tho puwee nnd the wren ' The squirrel from the oak n.-ar bv Would frolic there, and wh, 7
i, tuKning raity-H harmless broom Had chased him tn i,i n "? ÜTO0a
.... . - "to "HID. He d sit and scold at her as if
m puren belonged to him.
The slim, unpainted pillars grav The roof whe ri mnuuoc ......
The wabbly banisters, the bench Tho battered crontmt
I see them all; and all embower Wnntt Tnnii ...nn ..... ... '
. a in us Height With roae-bloom thick as ciutre4
Some keen December night.
There father's home-made chair an
Its waklne
But might not clasp that sturdv hin Till davllcht'H tnsk WJ . y... ape
Then in the dusk came mother's voir And Patty's low replies ' The honeysuckle's breath arour.i,
"- )uuk moon in tne sklea.
And If at times our glnnces caught A Kllmnso of marlilo nnln
Against the drooping cedars dark Beyond the garden's rail. It brought no aching thoughts of those Who there in oulet lav
For even our vanished ones, we felt Worn ctlll r,r.i ' ,eu
They say the house is hnuntod now But If the tale were true ' If heaven would but a single hour Of those old times renew, Not all the gain nor ease nor power That cheats a world nf limn
Could keep me; on my knees I'd go
io mat oiu porch again.
iouths Companion. How Fishing Fever Comes.
Sympton one alazv feolinir
Symptom one a lnzv feellnir
Symptom two a sort of pity
ror yerseir penned in the city When the good green world's inviting.
Sympton three the same old lay, Yawny feelinc: sota vnn pmv
Buried deen in life's illRtrnotinn:
Ledger, daybook, bills and factions When you know tho crick is fine And you're dreamin' hook and line. Symptom four the same thing over; Stretch a while, then smellln' Hover. Thlnkin' catskins. swavitnr plnsv
And of forny banks and mossy. Where the river sings and shimmers And the warm spring sunshine glim
mers.
Symptom five just like the othrrs; Oh. It's Ashing time, mv brnthp.
When the fever, all n-sudden. Makes us think of lilacs buddln' And the heart turns hark tn hmhrinH.
With its honeyed days of joyhood: Fishinc fever comes so funnv
That we sav: Who carps fnr mnn. vT
Let's put off our cares and sorrow And-our business till to-morrow; Can t work, nohow, with this fpelln"
Through the heart and spirit steaim'. That's the fever sure's you're 'born!
alks rlcht In to vou at morn!
Makes you want to throw your hat up And to rip the whole blamed flat up Huntilic tackle, rod and line:
Can't rosist it ain't it fine?
Don't resist it! Better catch It'
Nothin in tho world can match it For old downrlcht nnrlfvln
Of life's turmoil and its tryln' Are you ready? Let's awav.
Back to boyhood land to-day! Baltimore Bard In Baltimore Sun.
Alasi The janitor is on a strike. The colored cook has gone. The maid's In doubt, The fire's out. But still the rent goes on. Llppincott's Magazine. Without Lining. Please.
Must we be carried to the skies
On aeronlanes like these.
While others fight to win the priz
un those olu-rashloned seas; Chicago Tribune.
A Very Restful Rest.
Adolf Menzel, the German artist, was at one time ensraced on n mural
decoration. He had rigged up a scaf-
loiatng in nis studio on which his model was requested to stand. For
two long nours tne poor poseur stood up aloft In a most fatiguing posture. Menzel In the meantime worked at his sketch, heedless of the fact that his
model was growing tired. At length the model fnnnd It
sary to speak. "Herr Professor," said he. "how about a recpss?"
Menzel apologized profusely for his
iorgetruinejs. "Certainly, certainly,
my oear sir, saiu ne. come down and rest yourself a bit"
The model had clambered from the
scarroldlng to the ladder, which led down from it to the studio floor.
"Stop!" cried the artist suddenly. "That pose Is fine!" Don't move a mus-
cie: And once more the model waB forced Into strained rigidity, while tho enthusiastic draftsman set about sketching him. At the end of half an hour Menzel
looked up rrom his work. 'There,
said ne; "tnat win oo nicely: uet back on the scaffold. We have had our rest. Let us get back to work again." What the model said Is left to the
reader s imagination.
The Eternal Difference.
The pessimist Is on the rock.
lou may hear him snarl and turne nnd frot.
The optimist just answers hack.
"its early in tne season yet.
urownmg s .Magazine Settled the Question.
Ho talked of choosing a career. 'n ilntv wmtlil ho chirk
His father lost on wheat this yar.
And so he went to work.
Chicago Post. A Weedy Outlook.
Weeds In the garden come up first, A nil nnmA tin . fnat
They come up all the season through
Anu aiso come up inst.
Boston GIob'
In a Dilemma.
"A necklace of diamonds has been
stolen from mei" said Mrs. Cumrox.
"Aren t you going to notiry the pollo?'
"I don't know what to do. It dnos
seem rathy classy to be robbed of Jewelry, and yet I hate to have peoplo think that I'd ever miss a little thing
like a necKiace. Washington Star.
The Bright Side.
There's good In everything, I say.
Though sometimes woe may scm-u it:
"Whene'er the big fish gets away
lou uo not nave to cienn u.
Detroit Free Press. Baseball Altruism.
Though visitors may wjn a game. Lot nnt tho Mimicht annnv.
Somewhere each club's a Home team;
Somewhere tne news brings jo
Milwaukee journal. The Tlnv Soft Shell Crab.
It comes, that choicest of delights. Thnt nit tnn Rwlftlv flltn.
He furnishes at most two bites
And costs at least two bits.
Washington star.
No man became a villain all at once.
Juvenal.