Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 51, Number 45, Jasper, Dubois County, 6 August 1909 — Page 6

The Wi re S xpecialt4?1

i Sho rt Story

A boy was Bitting on a low stono

roauing a paper covered book. Ho 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 the fallen leaves. It fluttored the leaves of the boy's fascinating romance, too. and then deftly lifted a yellow envelope from a little pile of other yellow envolopes on the wall beside the boy, and toppled it over the stone wall and into the garden on the other side, and thon snod

along. When the boy finally roused himself and thrust the romance Into his pocket, he failed to notice the loss of the envelope. If he remembered right there were six messages to dollvor

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. Rut she remained in happy Ignorance of Its contents. This was the message: "Am sending up Curtlss Thorne 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 havo understood this. She knew how Curtiss Thorne was the famous young engineer whom the bridge COnmanv. of whlnh hor fnthor

was president, was so anxious to secure. But at 3 ? 30 o'clock the messago was lying In the long grass behind the stone wall on the East hill. The father of Grace had said nothing to hex about tho coming of this guest. She knew that the company was anxious to get his services, and that the directors meant to make him a handsome Offer. Hor fathor hnd

spoken in high praise of his work but the engineer was out of the city at the time and nobody seemed to know Just when he would return. So that Curtißs Thorne was not at all in Grace Apgar's mind. Hut at breakfast that morning her father had said something about hfs fear that the electrical wiring of the house was not In the best of order. There had been a disastrous fire in the neighborhood and the cause had been given as defective wiring. "I'm coiim to have a man un ho.ro ."

he said as he ti.issod hor rnffoo run

"to look the wiring over. I'm a little

uiruiu 01 electricity myseir. And a

stitch in time may save a light with

me insurance companies.

"Can't you telephone for a workman,

anaiiy; urace asked.

"No. her father answered. "I w.inf

something better than an ordinary

wornman. i want an1 expert to look

me ming over and tell me what needs to be done. Tho ordinary workman

can uo tne rest.

"What you want is a specialist, daddv."

"That's it. A specialist on installa

tion, i n attend to it as soon as I reach the city. Perhaps I can get the

man up nere toaay." "All right, daddy, I'll be on the look out for him."

Grace had this electric Rnorlallst In

mind when she saw a man coming up

tne gravel walk late that afternoon She went to the door to admit him

Ho was a well built young man, not

iar irom twrty. He wore a neat fitting gray suit and a light felt hat and

carried a hand satchel. He was rather dark, will dark hair, and he wore a pair of dark glasses over his presum-

amy uarK eyes. "Home of Shelburn Apgar. I pre

sume.'" ne said in a sharp, quick fash

ion. - "Yes."

"Possibly you are one of his house

noia : "I am his daughter." He drew off his gray hat. "Glad to meet vou."

He seemed to look ather with either

admiration or surprise the dark glasses quite effectually hiding his

eyes. "Come In." said Grace.

He entered the hall and put down

nis satcuej "Your father prepared me for the

met mat I was to meet you at the

railway station, I think he said. "At the station?" oxr.laimod ßrao

"It Is quite a dusty walk," said the stranger. And then he added, "But I

don t mind the dust, and the scenery ..... .. iJn. ..I .. f . I Ml. i

inciumiH- .iiuj i ait uown;

urace started. This was a very

friendly young man. Much too friend It she thoucht.

"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 utile languid, pernaps. Had a fall some time ago, and haven't quite re

covered rrom it. Besides, it looks a little more-fwell, a little more friend

ly to sit. don t you think?" And he pointed to another chair. Grace, a uood deal acalnst hor win

seated herself, and the presumptive'

young man iook tne cnair.sho had

pointed out.

"Ah." he fald, "that's better. Then

you heard from your father?" "Heard from my father?" "Yes." "You knew I was comlne?"

"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 hire about it when I met him this afternoon." Grace almost admired his egotism. "I suppose your services are In great demand?" she said, and there was a flavor of sarcasm in her tone. "Just at present they seem to be," he said. "Enough so, at least, to make

it a nine emuarrasBing where to pick and choose." Really, this was a remarkably Bclfsufllclent youth. "I suppose that's the penalty of being a specialist," said the sarcastic Grace. "A specialist?" "Aren't you a specialist?" "I never thought of that before. PcrhapB I am. But why?" "This Is an ace of snoolnlictn .u

Grace. "We find them everywhere.!

Specialists for every disease, speciallats In science and in law why shouldn't there bo specialists in your line?" The stranger laughed. "Why not, indeed? Hereafter I'm a specialist." Grace moved uneasily. "Havo you noticed that tho daylight Is fading?" she said. "SO It Is. Is thero anvthim rnmni-b.

able about It?"

"So. only I fanrlod vnn wnnlil fln.l

tho sunlight useful."

hnlichten mo. nloaso "

Grace bit her lip. Was he renlly stupid, or was he pretending? "Father said you would look over the electric wires. He Is afraid thero is something wrong about them." "Look over the wires? Whv. vos of

course I will. Anything to make myself agreeable. Your father must have known that I had some llttlo knowledge on the subject although I don't remember telling him." Grace stared at him. He evidently considered himself a hiimnrlct

"Where will you look first?" "In the cellar, of course. Will you lead the way?" She hesitated with n pi nur nt Yc

- - - - o &j dark glasses.

"Can you see In the dark?" "Much better In the dark." h o nn.

swerod. "It's the lieht that affor.tR mo

a SOrt Of Sand bllndnoss. vnn nnitor.

stand. But I'm much better, thank

you.

Grace touched a button on tho 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 strancer down tho front Rtnns

and around to tho cellar door. "Come," he said as he went down the Steps. "I want von alnnir nt holnnr

If you please. Besides. I mliht ho

! tempted to eat up the preserves. I've

ueen 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 mo down here for? You evidently don't know that it

Isn't safe to get into a joking mood with electricity. That was an old trndltion at the School of Mines. Currents. Indeed!" Somehow She couldn't holn smiling

He had such a boyish way about him.

cnu yet ne sadly needed snubbing. "I am quite sure mv nrcsimro Isn't

necessary." she said with dicnltv. "if

you need help I will call the man from the stable."

"Oh. no." he nrotested. "I mnidn't

think of troubling him. rd mnr-h

rather have you here. There, will you

piease noid my glasses?" He thrust

tnem into her hand. "I ran so

well in this dim light. Ah. here's the nest." He was up on a chair looking at the wires. "Your father was right. This isn't a good Job. Here are a couple of 'cm In contact. Give 'em a little more time and thev wmiM i

ready for any mischief.

your fathor found the service bad.

Hold on a minute and I'll have em where they belontr." He d row n tnfa

from his pocket and worked at the wires.

And then suddenly thero w n

sharp crack, a fierce whito n.nmn nn.i

the stranger dropped limply across the

cnair ana lay mere very still. Grace had shrunk hark fit the otnrt.

ling interruption. Tho glasses fell

rrom her hand and tinkled on tho

floor. Then she snranc forward.

"Are you hurt?" she casnod ami lift.

ed his head.

He caught his breath. "The currents cot me." ho murmur.

cd faintly. "You shouldn't have made that Joke."

"House up." she said and shook him

gently.

"Do It again." he murmured. Mi iil-o

It," He raised himself ami drnn.

quick breath. "I'm all rieht." h add.

ed In a stronger tone. "Except my eyes." Ho stood up. "Let mo take your hand," he said. "I think I'd better walk around a little."

She looked In his face, ilia ovoo

were tightly closed. Then Bhe took his hand nnd led him to the steps.

anau i can somebody? ' she asked. "No, no. Not if you will stay with

me. It was all my fault. I was care

less and out of nractlce. I'll havo m

keep my eyes shut for a half hour or more. That flash has put them to tho bad again."

'Here Is the step." she cautlonofi

him. "Bo very careful."

"Wait." he said. "You'd hniinn

my eyes with a handkerchief. Hero la

mine."

She bandaced his

"I'm so sorrv this thl

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, and lnnn.

ened IL

"That's ail rieht." he told hor t

like to have my hair fussed nn. nnn'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 not. If vnn ilnn'f

find those classes vou will havo in i-n

out and buy a string with a dog at-

lacncu to it to lead mo around." "Please don't talk like that." said

the girl. "Lot me help you up tho steps." She put her hand under his arm and assisted him to the outsldo walk and then up the front steps and Into the parlor. Grace had the stranger Bit In the big easy chair by tho window. Thon ho

turned on a single light. All her resentment against him seemed to hnve fled.

"Can I do soraethlnc for von?" ahn

asked "Nulhlng," h? replied. "Except give me your society." "Of course, I'm not going to desert you," she said. "Do your eyes pain you?" "Not exactly," he replied. "They nro Just aching a little because they can't see you." Grace drew back. "If you mean that for a compllmcnt," Bhe said, ,fI don't like it."

"UOn t YOU?" ho retort od. "I'm

sorry. It stems to mo rather poetical. Yon seo I haven't had a good look at you yot. Those black uln.. olnml

everything, and the collar light was dim. As for the flash light, thHt passed too quickly. Of course, your father gave me no Ideas regarding your personal appearance." '.My father! Why should ho?" "Why, Indeed? More especially when I was coming hero and you wero to meet me ut tho station."

1 here Is some mlstako about that,"

sniu urace quickly. , "I began to think so mvsolf when

saw you were not there. But. never mind, let us talk of something else. Did you ever sit alone in the dark, or

wiin your eyes tightly shut, and mako

pictures; "No."

"You've missed nulto a nlonsnnt or

cupatlon. I'm making a picture of you now. It Is based on your voice which is very pleasant, and on your manner

may i speak or your nunner? "If it entertains vou."

"Oh, It does. Well, your manner Is a little cold, and a little haughty, and a little discouraging for the stranger

wunin tne gates. Walt. I can seo that you do not take newcomers at

ineir own estimation. That you are careful and cautious. I can see. too,

mat one nas to know you for a little

wiuie before one can hope to bo admitted to your good graces." The girl Hushed warmly. "You seem to be a person of considerable Imagination for a a specialist." she said. He softly laughed. "You are too gentle." he said. "You know that you think I am an Impudent young rufllan. Yes, you do." Grace drew back coldly. Then she suddenly smiled. Of course he could not seo her. "Are you sure there Is nothlnc I ran

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. Andyour conscience should tell you thnt I got into this scrapo 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 mv own accord?" "Why. whv?" stammerod Grnro

"Of course I'm not complaining." said the stranger. "It served me right. But It does seem as If tho lonst vnn

could do would be to avoid Irritating me in my extremely helpless condition. I ask you to stay here and keep m 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 bv the shock. "Perhaps you -would like to have something nourishing brought to you now?" "No. I can wait until your father

comes. "My father!" "Yes. he's coming, isn't he?' "Of .course. He should be hore In a few minutes." "Good. What time is it, please?" She looked at tho clock. "Half past six." "May I ask vou to remnvo this imn.i.

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 from his eyes. He slowly raised the lids and looked at her. "How very pretty you are," he slowly said. Whereat Grace flushed and drew back and tried to look provoked.

I 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 Shelburne 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 freshen un."

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. ' "Yes." "Who are you?" "My name Is Thorne." "Are you Curtlss Thorne, the famous engineer?" "I am Curtlss Thorne." "I I took you for some one else." He laughed. "That explains several things," he said. She looked at him appealing!.

i-iensejion t ten rather." "Any bribes to ofTer?" "Bribes?" He came a little nearer. "I'm a very Impulsive fellow," he said. "Your father wants me to enter the service of his company. I have been undecided about It. The offer from the company In New York seems

uquaiiy attractive. Hut now I think I would like to stay here. If you will say that you want mo to stay I'll promise to keep our llttlo comedy of this afternoon a secret from your father. Quick, I hoar 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. Rose In Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Guests from Afar

Si o r $ et t 0

She glanced at the postmnrk on tho envelope. Tho letter had been on Its Journey six days. In four days moro Elmer Morse would come.

Sho quickened her steps. Thero was bo much to do in thoso four short days. No, she would not keep him waiting. A glow of triumph filled her heart. She had not waited In vain. How many times she had been told that she waa wasting her yearB by her constancy. Even her aunt, with whom sho lived, had exnressed doubl of rci.

mar's faithfulness. At least, sho 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 Torrington. It was this middle-aged WOOOr. Sturdy nnrl rosnonto.) whnm

her aunt especially favored. But Elinor's heart was not to bo Shaken In its mriKtnnnv In hnr flt

lover, the lover who declared himself

wnen she was still a schoolgirl and who had gone Into the Far Western wilderness to wJn tho fnrt lino ihnt waa

to bring them together. A chance had been offered him hv n dlKt.-mt mimiv.)

He hnd eacerlv accented It. Ho hrmod

to return In a year at the latest. But fortune was elusive and five years had passed.

"And is Elmer cnlnp to otnv tinmi"

hex aunt asked, after she had heard the momentous tidings.

"Why, yes." Elinor replied. "Here in Cllntville?" "Of course." "It Isn't much of a KotMt

place for a man who has seen tho world." her aunt succestod. In hor ov.

asperating slow way.

fc-Unor flushed. "That Is all understood " Rho cold

"Elmer knows that I would novor oon.

sent to leave my old home and friends and go away among those wild strangers."

"SUCll tlllllL'S havo boon dnno " an Id

!ier aunt, sententiously. as she turned

away.

j His arm wis XxojmI hor walat .vn2

no was so a'JBorbOd by her presence that ho did no see the waiting group on tho stepB.

I When he looked up he gave a quick start and rubbed his hand across his oyea. "Where am I?" ho cried. Thun ho suddenly laughed and gripped tho bunds thnt wero thrust at htm. "Welcome to our fair village," said the Irrepressible Scotty. The tall colonel drew back and stared at the group in a puzzled way. "This is very good of you, boys," ho said.

Then he looked back at the girl. Her faro was pale, but her eyes were shining.

"I am an aid I haven't made It clear to our wedding guests how very welcome they are," she said. "Perhaps I can make amends later on. Because I think they are going to know mo much better." She laid her hand on the colonel's arm in a pretty way. "You see, Elmer, you and our friends

nere are going back to Montana togetherand I'm going with you." Her voice shook a little. "And because Montana needs us," she added with a laugh, "we are all all going to stay there." Cleveland Plain Denier.

A CHEYENNE RAID. i Black Kettle's Men Killed Quaker and Let Armed Men Go.

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 stylo its flanks and shoulders. Tho yak rug Is a notable article of commerce. Yak milk is one of tho chief articles of diet In Tibet. The yak does not like heat at all and Is found

in tne summer season as high as 20000 feet above tho son level. In Tibet It Is both a wild and domesticated animal.

The Servians. Servians In their good nature and lovo of humor are said to remind travelers of tho Irish peasantry. They are hospitable to strangers their patriotism is vohn motif nlmn.t

quixotic, and they take great Interest

III puiiui's.

It Was a llttlo earlv for thn trn In

but every detail in the simple program of welcome had heo n arrnncnfl

The 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 live of them standing bv the roadside as If not quite sure of their bearings. 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 they .came up the pathway In single 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 wero 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. "We nre friends of tho colonel, from Montana, Miss Barnes." "From Montana!" sho cried, and looked at him wildly. n "The.. ??,onel ,s n right, Miss names, the .vouncost man hnctm. .

swerod her. "We managed to get'here a little ahead of him." "The colonel?" Elinor ronnnlml

"Colonel Morse," the youngest man explained. "Everybody bnck yonder calls him colonel,4' said the stout man. Elinor gave a little gasp. "And you you have come all the way from Montana?" she cried, and put out both her hands. Ho glanced about at his companions. Slaving given you his nrnmi

youngest man resumed, "the colonel wasn't 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 how we all need him. He wouldn't tell you thnt Nature had fitted him for a man of action, a pioneer, a builder, a

utl " "mi. nc never hinted that the confines of 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, thnt 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 wns softly crying. Somehow the words of this earnest young stranger hurt her, and yet they filled her with pride.

"It was because Elmer Morse woultl not tell you these things," the youngest man went on, "that we are here Wo wanted you to know the truth. We love theft)lonel nnd we need him, lady. Wc have come hero to ask you' to give him back to us. And wo want you. too." Ho paused again. The girl had turned and was looking toward the roadway. And then without a word 8ho fluttered down the steps and the pathway nnd disappeared behind the hedge at the rondbide. The colonel has come," said Scotty.

tt "",,"' nave talked faster, Harvard." said the second man "You said It beautifully," added tho third man, "but I dunno as 'twas right

mane um H'ri cry. "If you'd said another blamed word." put In the fourth man, "you'd had mo snlfiln, 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 seid. "It looked pretty dubious to me" Scotty muttered. "Here they come," said the second man In a hoarse whisper. "Brace up" Up the pathway camo tho tall colonel and tho girl.

Near Glen Elder, In Mitchell county, Kansas, Is a pile of stones almost as high as a homestead shanty, known as the "Old Settler's Grave." Few persons know Its history, yet It has been 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 the 'Old Settler's Grave,'" said Jacob Meek the other day. He Is a Custer county farmer nnd was once a buffalo hunter In western Kansas. "On Sunday, May 13, 1SC7. 1 was out with a party of buffalo hunters near the present town of Glen Elder. We overtook a man with a honw

pack on his tack, walking along the trail. He said that his name was Dr. Rose and that he was on his way to his homestead claim. We warned him that there were Indian war parties in the country and that he would be In danger of his life should he go further. "Dr Rose believed, with Quaker-

like simplicity, that he could win the Indians by kindness and that thoy would not harm him. Thirty minutes after he left us he was murdered by Indians under the leadership of Chief Black Kettle, afterward killed by General Custer's troops In the battle of the Wachlta, In Oklahoma. The grave at Glen EI-

uer is mat or Dr. Rose. "To me the death of Dr. Rose is the least Interesting part of the story. In my party were two men from Illinois and a Catholic priest, who had Joined us for protection. As we turned a bend of the Solomon river we were startled at tho Kli?ht nf n

j big Indian war party, riding four abreast, which quickly surrounded us. Other Indians camo down the trail. Just as the Indians surrounded us a large warrior, riding swiftly toward us, shouted and waved his hand at the warriors. The warriors instantly halted. '"Me Chief; me Black Kettle.' said the large Indian upon reaching iw. I remember that his voice was lionlike in its depth and sonorousness. His head sloped back to a high peak. These Indians had Just killed Dr. Rose, though we knew nothing about' It at the time. Blark k'ottl o ml.

dressed himself to me, nsking who we were ami what we were doing. That I might use the sign language I laid my gun aside a moment and upon turning around found that the gun had diuantiearod. Hlark Knittn cn-

I was disconcerted and asked why I was troubled. I told him that my gun had been stolen. Black Kettle, In a loud voice, hurled something in Cheyenne at his warriors and a crafty-looking old Indian, lifting my gun from the grass, brought it to me. "Calling me to one side. Black Kettle said: 'Go; go home!' And perhaps I wasn't ready to go! Black Kettle detailed ten of his men to accompany us. On our way we met four buffalo hunters and asked them to Join us: thev refused and worn

killed that same day. "Why did the Indians kill Dr. Rose and snve us? I do not know. The Catholic priest said it was because he was In the party." Kansas City Times.

TV tkd Porch.

l!!d,"?Lafk ,n """wold dy,

iv '"vnvu vubi ur west To our vnntif iivu i.... ,'

Of all the world was bent " The steps led out to hills of h

" UWUIS mm 'endo- i, u. With childhood's morning K, ; What more was thero to km ? The llttlo wild t ..

The pewee and tho wren- ' The squirrel from the oak n..,r y Would frolic there, and wh. , Our laughing Patty's harm!,., broo Had chased him t u n.. urooa

Hod sit and scold at her as if The porch belonged to him Tho slim, unpalnted pillars gra. The roof where mosses mot " The wabbly banisters, the b. h The battered croquet set I see them all; and all embow i When June wnB at Its hoin

iwi roHC-UlOom thick as ,NterA stars Ra Some keen December night. There father's home-made a , r ,, day " Its waiting arms outspread But might not clasp that stur lv ..w Till dnvll..l,.'o .i, .... "naP

man a wirrt ij Then in the dusk came moth.-i , v,,.. And Patty's low replies The honeysuckle's breath arMiu i The young moon In the skloa ' And if at times our glances caught A gllmnso of nmrhlo rmin

Against the drooping cedars iu-k Beyond the garden's rail. It brought no aching thoughts ,,f -üo Who there In quiet lay, For even our vanished ones , m, U'pro cHII nr. ' ll

They say the house is haunted n ,w But if the tale were true If heaven would but a single li.ir Ot those old times renew. Not all the gain nor ease nor p..-Aor That cheats a world of m n Could keep me; on my kneov, I i p0 To that old porch again. Youth's Coilip;:I ,a.

How Fishing Fever Comes.

Sympton one alazy feeling Symptom one a lnzy fooling Symptom two a sort of pitv For yerself penned In tho ('itv When the good green world s n -mg. Sympton three the same old : . v, Yawny feeling; sets you era. Burled de.ep In life's distract! ... .- Ledger, daybook, bills and fa r,When you know the crick Is t And you're dreamln' hook and Symptom four the same tiling ..r Stretch a while, then smoliin , .,-t Thinkln' catsklns, swaying g!( --

rtuci ui itjrny oanns anü moss. Where the river sings and -h.;::: -s And the warm spring sunshn-. dimmers.

Symptom five just like tho .! Oh. It's fishing time, my br. (! When the fever, all a-suddt n Makes us think, of lilacs bud iir, And the hearrturns back to i. ...d. With its honeyed days of Jt. 1. .!

Fishing fever comes so funru That we say: Who cares fur . ? Let's put off our care3 and s-.r Anil nn . T..f.l..,.nn .til . .... . ..

miu um ui.oiuuaa uu iu-jii'irr' Can't work, nohow, with this f- . Through the heart and spirit ? a .'J. That's the fever sure's you'r. ! -o' Walks right In to you at mn-i Makes you want to throw vour : ;? And to rip the whole blam- i y up Hunting tackle, rod and Hm-, Can't resist It ain't It line? Don't resist It! Better catch . Nothln' In tho world can matcli t For old downright purlfyin' Of life's turmoil and its tryin Are you ready? Let's awav.

Back to boyhood land to-da ' Baltimore Bard In Baltimor.

Alas! The janitor Is on a strIK The colored cook has g.nTho maid's In doubt, The fire's out, But still the rent goes on Llpplncott's Mau i. Without Lining, Please. Must we be carried to the On aeroplanes like these. While others fight to win tin Oh those old-fashioned so;Chicago Tn'.'

A Very Restful Rest. Adolf Menzel, the German artist, was at one time engaged on a mnrnl decoration. He had rigged up a scaffolding In his studio on which his model was requested to stand. For two long hours the poor poseur stood up aloft In a most fatiguing posture. Menzel In the meantime worked at his sketch, heedless of the fact thai his model was growing tired. J At length the model found It necessary to speak. "Herr Professor," said he, "how about a recess?"

Menzel npologlzed profusely for his forgetfulrieas. "Certainly, certainly,

my uear sir," sain ne. "Come down and rest yourself a hit." The model had clambered from the scaffolding 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 muscle!" And once moro the model was forced Into strained rigidity, while the enthuslnstlc draftsman set about

sketching him. At the end of half an hour Menzel looked up from his work. 'There," said he; "that will do nicely! Get back on the scaffold. Wo have had our rosL Let us get back to work again." Whnt the model said Is left to the reader's Imagination.

The Eternal Difference. The pessimist Is on the rock You may hear him snarl and ' ie and fret. The optimist Just answers K. "It's early In the season ' Browning's Magaz Settled thev Question. He talked of choosing n can-, r

No duty would he snirk His father lost on wheat this - ir, And so he went to work. Chicago I' t A Weedy Outlook. Weeds In the garden come up fü ' And come up pretty fast. They come up all the season thi And also come up last. Boston tii

In a Dilemma. "A necklace of diamonds has been stolen from mo!" said Mrs. Cumrox. "Aren't you going to notify the police?" "I don't know what to do. It does seem rathy classy to be robbed of Jewelry, and yet I hate to have people think thnt I'd ever miss a little thing like a necklace." Washington Star.

The Bright Side. There's good In everything. 1 s-a Though sometimes woe may ,,i it; Whene'er the big fish gets away You do not have to clean it. Detroit Free Pr. Baseball Altruism. ' Though visitors may win a gamLet not the thought annoy. Somewhere ench club's a homo tt u; Somewhere the news brings j Milwaukee Journ . The Tiny Soft Shell Crab. It conies, that choicest of drlfg

That an too swiitiy mis. He furnishes at most two bites And costs at least two bits. Washington Star. No man became a villain all at mce. Juvenal.

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