THE MAN The man who wins is the man who works- Tlie man who toiU while the next mitn shirks; The ui.in who stands in his deep distress With his head held high in the deadly press Yes, he is the man who wins. The man who wins is the man who knows The value of pain and the worth of woes W ho a lesson leurns from a man who fails And a moral finds in his mournful wails. Yes, be is the man who wins. The man who wins' is the man who slays In the unsought paths nnd the rocky ways, ' And, perhaps, who lingers, now and tlieu, To help some failure to rise again, Yes, he is the roan who wins. And the man who wins is the man who hears ihe curse ot the-envious Hut who goes his way And passes the wrev 2ks For he is the Wanted an Employer, j By ALICE LOUISE LEE. ! There was a north-bound car tem- rirarlly disabled on Broadway, near ourth street, and in consequence, as far south as the eye could reach, .'stood a row ot motionless cars. Also, In consequence, along the curb was - ranged a fretting, impatient, helpless crowd, among whom the most anx , sous was probably Edward Billings Henry. , In stature Edward Billings Henry Was briefer than his name would in dicate, but to a certain two-room dwelling on Jackson street he made up in importance what he lacked in Aelght, and it was his overwhelming , sense ot this importance which made every thin muscle taut and strained very nerve as he stood In the fore front of the crowd, his bare feet planted on the cold asphalt, one hand gripping bis remaining stock of pa pers, the other clutching a nickel. "I never was in a tearing hurry in . my life but what this thing hap pened!" exploded a man Just behind the boy. . Edward Billings Henry turned and looked up. The man was Jingling a lot of loose coins in his pocket. The , boy glanced down at his one nickel, and said, with conviction, "You can't .need to have 'em go like I do." .The big man stared down at the . Mill. - . ... - lime man in surprise wiw a gruff -r'Huh?" but Edward Billings Henry 4 had no time to repeat. His hope had . revivcu. i ue iwu men who lay on , Iheir backs under the injured car be gan to crawl out and the boy rushed lorward. . "Will It go now?" he inquired of ' one of the numerous conductors clus tered round. "Maybe so In half an hour," re spited the conductor, carelessly. "Oh," cried the boy, in dismay, "I .Just can't wait that long!" "Walk, then!" said tho conductor, eroesly. "It'a fAA fan " X. 1 . . "when you've rot a stnnn toe." "A what?" ejaculated the conduc tor, but his voice was lost in the ear which pushed slowly through the crowd. In front of the car Edward Billings Henry raced llmplngly on his "stone toe" back to ihe curb and to the man llnarlinar thA rnlna In h Is nnclrat "Tun ' what time is it, please?" he asked. The man pulled out a watch and bowed it to him. Zdward Billings Henry heaved a great sigh. "Half-past ten! It'll likely be filled un befora I ran cot there."' "What win be?" "The place I'm after." Skilfully he raised the limping foot, ' laid it across theotherleg, and nursed the stone-bruised toe, his eyes on the automobile, which had halted almost in front of him. "Hello, Julius!" a voice in the crowd sang out "Lucky dog, you, - not to have to depend on street cars!" The driver of the car was a young man. That is, Edward Billings Hen ry Judged him to be young by the only feature visible, a flexible wide mouth, with clean shaven lips. His eyes were behind goggles, and a cap covered his forehead and ears, meet ing the tip of a high collar, which ef fectually concealed his chin. Bit the mouth smiled as the gog gles turned toward the pavement, the owner answering lightly, "Hello, yourself, Dick! Jump In and tiy my luck." "Where you going?" "Up to Congress Square." "Well, get along, then," returned the other. "That's no good to me." . Congress Square! What luck! Ex actly where Edward Billings Henry wished to go, and here was a rapid transit vehicle with room enough for ten such diminutive persons as he! Without loss of time he limped up on his aching stone toe and jogged the arm of the driver. Junius paused and looked down." Edward Billings Heury removed a man's derby from his head and looked up out of eyes kindling with hope, as he asked eagerly: "Do you s'pose you could get me p there Inside of twenty-five min utes, mister?" wnair Junius stared hard through his goggles. I "To Congress Square," said Ed ward Billings Henry, Impatiently. It's business, and If I don't get there I'm out ot a Job, that's all." The boy mounted tho step and clung to the seat, proffering his nickel.- "I'll pay Just what I'd pay on the car," ho itreued. "sn vou'd ha matins- money as well's giving tne a lift." ' The goggled eyes looked at the mlckel in the dirty hand, and then WHO WINS. in his ears, with his head held high of the failures by man who wins, Baltimore News. traveled up and down the small figure back of the hand. The eyes noticed that while those parts of the 1oy's anatomy which had been exposed all the morning to the city dirt had col lected grime, the rims, as It were, of the exposed parts revealed hidden cleanliness. "Congress Square is an awful way up," urged Edward Billings Henry, "and we mustn't waste much time, for I would like to get that Job." The small hand extended the nickel enticingly toward the glove. "You'll be earning as much as the street car by giving me a lift," the boy repeated. The driver's lips twisted a bit. "That's so," he said. "Huh!" he chuckled, and grace lessly extended his hand for the nick el. "Get In, my man, and I'll give you the 'lift.' " Edward Billings Henry drew a deep sigh of relief, dropped the coin into the other's palm and engulfed him self in the soft front seat. "Whom have I the honor of giving a lift!" asked Junius, formally, drop- THE ADMIRABLE QUALITY. By CHARLES C. MTLLIV. AN aspiring young painter once entered the workshop of an old master and besought him to accept him as a pupil in his beloved art. "Bring me a sample of your work!" was the master's gruff reply, without looking up from his canvas. The young man dfew from under his arm a treasured sketch and laid it on the master's knee. After a glance at it, the old man, with an exclamation of disgust, flung it with all his might through the open window into the street. Like a shot the young man was down two flights of stairs to the street. Hardly a minute elapsed before he returned and again placed his sample before the old painter. This was repeated three times, when the old man spoke not unkindly: "Young man, this specimen is abominable, but you have perseverance. Come and see me to-morrow!" ping the nickel Into a pocket, where it lay alone. 'After It ?he sent curious, lingering smile. "Edward Billings Henry, Junior," replied the boy. The lips beneath . the goggles smiled. "And where am I 'lifting' you to, may I also ask, Edward Bill ings?" "To Mr. Florins' office, where they're going to select an office boy this morning 'tween 10 and 11." The driver busied himself a mo ment with the steering-gear as the car passed the crowded mall-wagons behind the postoffice building. Then he turned and shot a curious glance at , his small companion.' ''asking abruptly: "And you think you'll get the Job. do you?" Edward Billings Henry leaned forward as It he could push the ma chine into a yet faster pace. "I can try it," he replied. "Father says you never know what you can do unless you try. He's always wanting me to try." "Yes," muttered Junius, still more Interested. "Fathers seem much alike, whether they live up-town or down-town." "Can't we go faster?" asked Ed ward Billings Henry, sitting on the edge of the seat. Junius shook his head. "Too many blue-coats around. But about that Job, now you'll not bo the only boy after it There will probably be dozens older " - "I'm eleven, it I am small," said the boy. "And stronger " ,. ' The boy stretched out a thin arm defiantly, and closed his fist. "Just feel!" he cried. "I've got a good muscle, and on my legs it's bet ter yet. -Just now I've got a stone bruise on my big toe, but I tell you I can get around like lightning JuBt the same. Bet Mr. Florins wouldn't ever be sorry he took me." "Yes, I'm inclined to believe that myself," mused the man. "But how are you going to make him believe that in the beginning?" The boy raised 'his lame- foot and gently rubbed the swollen big toe. "Well," he began, "I'm going to talk up big. Father says you have to sometimes when nobody's round to do it for you, and he says it's all right if you do afterwards just as big as you talk." - The driver wagged his head wisely. "That's sound business sense," he agreed, gravely. "You intend to de liver the same goods that you sell. Let's hear what you have to say." "Well, it you get me there In time to say anything, I'm going to tell Mr. Florins' that father -went to school a lot when he was young. He went through high school and got all ready to go through college." Edward Billings emu ed his verbs as if "going throughV as sole ly a physical exercise on the Hying wedge order, and Junius chuckled. "Then 1 11 tell hlra that father stood almost at the head of his class In high school, and he almost; took a lot of honors." "Well," assented Junius, "that 'al most' is a step further than a heap of the rest of us got." -"Yes," exulted tho boy, "I guess Mr. Florins will say so, too. Then I'll tell him that father taught a lot when he couldn't go through col lege." "What neit?" inquired Junius. They were approaching Twelfth street now, and the car was hardly moving in the press of vehicles. Edward Billings curled his bare toes under, and unconsciously pushed forward with all his slender might: "Then I'll tell him that father used to read a lot, law-books and things, same as he does" "But see here!" interrupted Ju nius. "All this talk will be about your father. What are you going to say about yourself?" A cloud overspread Edward Bil lings' face. He raised a pair ot troubled . eyes to his questioner. "Why, I never stopped to think ot that," he began, slowly, all the bright ness fading out of his tone. "There's nothing much to say about me. I sell papers and help father " "What does your father do?" asked Junius. The boy hesitated. His face flushed, and he looked up uncertainly at the goggles. "Ho used to teach, I told you," was tho evasive answer, "until his eyes gave out." "And now?" Edward Billings Henry wriggled about on the padded leather. "He's always had bad legs" the' evasion continued "but his arms and back are strong, and his legs all right to stand on." "Yes," insisted Junius, and waited. "So he's doing something he ain't going to do if I can get this job; Then I could sell papers after and before office hours, and earn a lot of money." Edward Billings Henry talked rapidly, but the young man beside him was not to be turned from his purpose. I I "Then what Is it he's not going to do?" The boy hesitated again. "Father takes In washing," he finally burst out, proudly and defiantly, "and I help him, and we do it good, I tell you! No one ever Complains. Father says if you can't do what you want to, you can try something else, and that was all he could do, so he tried, and found out he could wash and iron good, and a lot of it." Junius considerately looked straight ahead of him, not wishing to add to the embarrassment ot Edward Billings Henry, Junior, but he could not resist the temptation to ask, "Are you going to tell this to Mr. Florins?" "No-slr-ee!" responded the boy, proudly. "Father ain't going to do washings any longir if I can gjt the Job " The car entered Congress square, drew up in front of an impcsii.g stono building, and stepped. The driver removed his goggles and turned a pair of pleasant gray eyes on the boy. "Well, Edward Billings, hero we are and you've got tho Job all right. Can you come in tho morning?" Edward Billings Htnry nearly fell off the seat. "W-hat?" he stammered. -"The Job is yours." smiled the young man. "I happen to be that same Mr. Florins who, you have as sured me, will never regret employ ing you. .My office is on the seconl floor. I did advertise for a boy, but had totally forgotten it." He gave a short laugh; business had never oppressed Junius Florins. "Report in the morning, please, and we'll see about a suit and some shoes and that stone-bruised toe." Out ot the automobile Edward Bil liLgs Henry tumbled in a Ca d con dition, and stood beside his new em ployer, looking up speechlessly. "I'll advance you a car fare on your . salary," the young man con tinued. Ho carefully avoided the pocket where lay tho nickel previous ly owned by his passenger, and pro duced the change. "And, Edward Billings, Just tell your father from Jne that his maxims work out so well that I'm thinking of adopting them myself." Youth's Companion. Women as Dramatists. I have yet to see a woman's play in which the male characters shall seem real and vital. As portrayers of a sex not their own, men have a decided advantage over women. Max Beer bohm. ' Asparagus an Old Vegetable.', One of the oldest known food plants is asparagus. Degeneracy. . When genius begins to get rich It becomes mere talenC Forihe Younger Children.... QUACK-LACK AND KOCK-A-LOO. (Nursery Jingles.) When Quack-Lack meets with Kock-a-Loo lie talks in good Chinese! For "How d'ye do?" He says "Kaw-choo!" "Kack-Lack." (And if you please.) Then Kock-a-Loo makes answer, too, In correct Japanese: ("Well.") "Cock-adoo." "Dell-doo?" ("Are you?") Such learned fowls are these. Ida Cole, in the New Orleans Picayune. THE TRIUMPH OF DAISY. When Daisy was fifteen, she called her father and mother into her dressing-room. "Dear papa and mamma," she said, "it is time that we came to an under standing. Hereafter I desire to se lect all of my own clothes without any suggestions." Naturally papa laughed at this. Mamma was discreetly silent. "And," continued Daisy. "I will receive my callers alone." "I hope," said papa, now growing sober, "that this is all, Daisy, dear. You know we have been very fond of you. Indeed, I may say that I am worn out over the struggle to keep you going." "To bad about you, papa," said Daisy. "But, no. It's not all. . I must go to the matinee at least once a week. Then I shall, of course, go next term to a finishing school. I will let you know the name as soon as I decide. After this you must take me to Europe, These are the essen tials. There is also a matter of my coming out, but that can be ar ranged later. I merely wish now1 to glre you due notice that I must no longer be hampered." "Suppose' said Daisy's father, "that we refuse to consider your modest reqSest What then?" Daisy smiled. She was fully aware of her power. "Then," she repeated. "I . shall take pleasure In telling everybody what goes on at home every day." Realizing that they were up against It, both parents Joyfully gave in. Harper's Weekly. " THE FLOUNDER. ' This is a short tale about a floun der, but it has a big moral. A floun der is a funny fish. He is flat, and he is brown on one side. The Is how it happened: When the flounder was a little flounder he was just the same color its any other little fish, and he had one eye on each cide of his nose. But he .had a very lazy disposition, and instead of swimming 'round in a school like the other little fishes, he lay in bed in the mud long after breakfast time. He always lay on the same side, until bye and bye the eye that was on the down side found It didn't have anything but mud to look at, and It said: "This is stupid, looking at mud. I'm not going to stay here any more. I'm going to find if I can't find something more interesting to look at than just mud." And so it moved a little bit nearer the flounder's nose, and it moved a little bit nearer still, and then it began to see a little light. So It moved and it moved till It moved over his nose and right around on the other side of his face. And then he had two eyes on the same side. All this time the skin of the flounder's down side got paler because' it was always In the dark, and the skin ot the flounder's up side got browner and browner till it looked just like the mud, so that no hungry fishes no ticed the little 'flounder and he had a chance to grow big and strong. But because he had spent so much of his time in bed he forgot how to swim about very well, and could only just shove along the bottom ot the ocean. And the moral of this is not that If you stay in bed and are lazy your eyes will both come on the same Bide of your face and you'll get brown on one side and white on the other, but that it you don't do the things you can do because you don't want to, after a while when you do want to you won't be able to do them at all. Washington Star. VISIT TO DOLLS' HOSPITAL. The poor little crippled dollies are not as lucky nor as sjyliah as either the cats and dogs or even the birds. They have no private hospital nor boarding bouse, nor does any kind hearted society prevent careless, thoughtless children from dropping and breaking the heads and limbs of the poor little dollies. The dolls' hospital consists only of one single room. On the wooden operating table one sees a ball of clastic cord, a hammer and somo tacks, a glue pot, a pair of nippers and also a pair of scissors. These seem to be the strange instruments and medicines that cure all the poor dollies' ills, administered by a prac tical, skillful surgeon, who must be a jack of all trades. He is ablo to attend to all the unfortunates brought to this home for cripples, as the dolls' hospital should be called. Some of the dollies looked as if they had just returned from the war. Others looked as though they had escaped from a burning house. It would really mako you shudder, were it not such a tunny sight, to see all tho bruised and broken bodies lying on the operating table, and, as the doctor laughingly said, "awaiting surgical repairs." All the dollies looked fat end healthy, and, as their rosy cheeks lu dlcated, they had never been .sick befpre. . . Still, how strange to see so many cripples! Some dolls were without arms or legs. Quite a few lacked an eye or even both eyes, while some seemed' to have been scalped by the Indians and needed a new wig. Others looked as though their noses and ears bad been bitten oft in a hurry by cannibals. Many had lost their fingers and toes. Probably they had been frostbitten, or perhaps broken off playing baseball or foot ball. To the great sorrow ot some little girls their walking and dancing dolls, as well as their talking and singing dolls, had become too weak to per form their little tricks any longer, but by the almost magical touch of this wonderful doctor a new spring revived them quickly, and again they could walk and dance, talk and sing, be gay and happy, much to the de light of their little mothers. Many a child's heart was made glad and happy to receive her old dollle back again looking like new, or, as the doctor wrote on each box, "Dollle is now in the best of health please handle her with care." Philadelphia Ledger. FLIES ON A CARD A GAME. Cut several small pieces of card board about the size ot a visiting card and draw sit flies on each, number ing them from one to six. The object ot the game is to see who can first cover all the files. Each player in turn throws with the die and covers the fly corresponding to the number thrown. He who covers or kills all the flies first wins. As a variation eighteen pieces can be used, each player throwing three times instead of once. After the first three throws the game begins to get exciting, as the exact numbers necessary to fill the card are seldom thrown. Wash ington Star. A DEER WHITE AND DEAF. Speaking of blindness, deafness and dumbness among cats and dogs. Dr. H. D. 0111, the veterinary surgeon and horseman, told incidentally of a remarkable w)ldanlmal, a deer, that was once encountered by two friends of his who were hunting near Moose head Lake In Maine. Out with a guide, the hunters came to a spot from which they could see within shooting distance four deer grazing, one of the four being white, an albino. 'The hunters fired and shot two of the deer of natural color, the third one at the report of the guns springing away to safety, while the' white deer remained stock still. The wind was towards the hunters and they had not been heard or scented, and apparently the white deer had not heard the report of the guns. But in 'a moment it turned its head and then it bounded away after the other surviving deer. It seemed clear to guide and hunt ers that the white deer was stone deaf. HE GRASPED THE IDEA. "Tommy," said bis teacher, "the words 'circumstantial evidence' occur In the lesson. Do you know what cir cumstantial evidence is?" Tommy replied that he did not. "Well, I will explain it to you by an illustration. You know we have a rule against eating apples in school. Suppose some morning I should see you in your seat with a book held up in front ot your face. I say noth ing, but presently I go round to where you are sitting. You are bus ily studying yout lessons, but I find that your face is smeared, while under, the edge of your slate I see tho core of a freshly-eaten apple. ' "I should know, just as well as It I had caught you at it, that you have been eating an apple, although, of course, I did not see you do it That Is a case in which circumstantial evi dence convicts you. Do you think you know what it is now?" . "Yes, ma'am, ' said Tommy. "It's eating apples in school." Youth's Companion. The Bishop of London has prom ised to join a contingent of the "church army" in. a midnight march through some of the worst slums ot Westminster, followed by a service in the Church ot St. James the Less. Plmllco. The College and Good Literature By WILLIAM SEAVER WOODS, Ed itor of the Literary Digest. The number ot students in the various colleges In America to-day Is reckoned at about 150,000, and If our colleges can turn out an army of 150,000 every four years, charged with the leaven of idealism, I think that before long there will begin to be results. Over on the other side ot the water, where literature seems to be in full flower, the national wealth is In the hands of a few great fami lies, and the young man who la torn poor is pretty sure to stay poor. It Is easier tor such a young man to turn to the consolations ot literature and accept the assurance ot the philoso phers that wealth is a curse and never brings happiness. So, while the mag nates are winning great fortunes In the far East, he writes stories and poems about It. In America the young man of ability can take his choice. He can either go into busi ness and wish later that he had gone Into literature, and he can go Into lit erature and wish he had gone Into business. That Is, It he is unsuccess ful. But as for the man who really, has the divine fire, I never heard of one who. was sorry for it. We cannot have, and we do not want, a literature founded on the denial of opportunity, to rising young men to make their choice, but we can have a literature founded on the deliberate choice ot the best minds to seek the best things; and when we have that, . " iva 19 unci lis UBTa tUO UCBb literature. A Country of Patriots. In nearly all European countries, as in England or Russia, there Is a wide gulf still between the educated classes and the uneducated. It is the shameful disgrsae of all our civiliza tion. But in Georgia In the Caucasus there is no such gulf. Of course there is ignorance.- Even in England some of the educated classes are not mar vels of "learning, and we cannot ex pect a much higher standing In the Caucasus. As to the Georgian peas ants, there Is a favorite story of a young enthusiast who for the first time attended a Social Democratic lecture given by a follower ot Karl Marx, and was afterward heard pray ing before a sacred icon: "O Lord, make me a proletariat! Make me a proletariat soon!" But In peasants and nobility alike I found the same quickness ot intelli gence, the same freedom of mind and eagerness to iearn. This alertness of mind is naturally accompanied by the passion for equal ity, and a peculiar readiness to shake off the droll social and political tra ditions that generally survive much too long. "Your name proves your noble family," said my Georgian com panion to a dripping boy who had walked miles through a raging storm to pass on a borrowed book and was; now drying his rthln cotton clothes before our fire. "Then I must change It," answered the peasant, simply. "1 refuse to be noble." He also -refused to touch wine, because it pays duty to the Russian Government. H. W. Nevinson, in Harper's. Pulse Beats. , The rate of the pulse in males at 1 different ages is as follows: At birth, ' 138 beats per minute; at five years, eighty-three beats per minute; be-! tween 10-15 years, seventy-eight beats per minute; between 20-25 years, 60.7 beats perminute; between i 25-30 years, seventy-one beats perl minute; between 30-50 years, seven ty beats per minute. In females the rate is from one to 1 4.5 beats faster per minute. Slow walking raises the pulse from 1 ten to twenty beats, while rapid run- nlng may raise it to 140. This rladX may last from half an hour to UVUI. Eating raises the pulse from eigh to twenty beats; without wine, 13.1 with wine, 17.5. In the morning th pulse is ten beats higher than night. When the barometer rise five inches the pulse increases 1. per minute. If the pulse be 66 while lying down it will be seveut when sitting and1 78.9 when standing? The Old Subscriber. We sometimes wonder it newspa? per men generally appreciate the oil subscriber at his true value, says th Lansing (Iowa) Mirror. We mean the old stand-by who takes the hom paper year after year, through evil well as through good report, an I pays his subscription regularly jui? the same as he would any other hon est debt As a general thing the old' subscriber Is patient and Blow to wrath. . He will overlook many little slights from the editor, slights whtctt the man who borrows his reading would not stand for a minute. "Yellow Fever" Literature There is a yellow fever of literature! specially adapted and prepared fori the spread ot shameless curiosity, in-l correct information and complacent Idiocy among all classes of the popu-j lation. Henry van Dyke. A Large Orchard. The largest orchards In the world are at Werder, near Berlin. They extend without a break to about 13 000 acres. They yield about 48,000.- 000 pounds ot apples and pears every year. Uninjured mammoth remains arel among the vast natural resources off Siberia awaiting exploitation. Foi commercial purpose the skeletons arel more valuable than, th best Ipliaa Ivory.
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