Benmore Waldo
EE ———————————
Bellefonte, Pa., August 2, 1907.
THE BREEZES MESSAGE.
1 have brought you a little message,
So please do not turn me away.
I have traveled so far since the morning,
And | want to come in and stay.
Please open your door just a little,
The very least bit will do,
Or raise up the window beside you
8c I can come slipping through.
1 have brought you a whiff from the forest,
A breath from the sweet wild flowers,
A spicy scent from the pine trees,
That will freshen your room for hours.
I'll fan you to sleep till the morning,
And just at the break of day
I'll slip through the open window,
And haste on my journey away.
[Exchange.
LITTLE WORD.
“Yes, you did, toc!”
“1 did pot!"
Thus the little quarrel started;
Thus by unkind words
Two fond friends were parted.
“1 am sorry;"”
“80 am 1."
Thus the little quarrel ended;
Thus, by loving little words
Two fond hearts were mended.
— [Home Herald.
FLOOD TIDE.
‘There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.”
Halstead bad checked his trunk and
was making his way toward the Forty-sec-
ond Street entrance, where he was to meet
Carter, when he caught sight of her. For
an instant he paused, frowning, still grip-
ped by the determination not to see her
again in which his long struggle had re-
sulted. Then he remembered that it would
be the last time, and gave himself five min-
utes for conventional leave-taking which
would be all that could be possible in such
a place.
‘Will you stop long enough to say good-
by ?'! be asked, at her shoulder.
It she caught her breath, he did not no-
ticeit for trying to control his own un-
steady pulee. He gathered, however, a
comfortless impression that her glance
was entirely calm.
‘“ How did you hear that I was going?’’
Her voice sounded unvatural in her own
ears, and sbe forced a more even tone. ‘I
intended to ‘fold my tent like the Arab.’
“You!” he exclaimed. “You going
away? Where?”
‘‘Just at present, tospend a day with
my cousin at New Haven. I'm early for
my train, I think. My watch is stop-
It seemed to him all at ounce that she
looked very tired. Her eyes were duller
than their wont: about her mouth lay
drooping lines; he missed the customary
easy elasticity of her bearing and a certain
buoyant quality in her voice.
“Shall we sit down for a moment?”
That che hesitated before accepting his sug-
gestion disquieted him further. Hesitanoy
was not characteristic of her.
‘I beg pardon,’’—Halstead was sensitive
—‘‘perbaps yon are not alone? Or Dewing
is coming ?”’
*'No,"’ she said. ‘‘See that fuony little
man with the broad sheulders and the short
lege. He looks as if he had been forty
joan a football player, and had gradually
en telescoped. By the way, what was
the score Saturday ?"’
Halstead replied briefly : “Tie. Six to
six,” the while he nursed a camulative in-
digoation that any man hearing as Horace
Dewing did, the immeasurable distinetion
of being Betty Davenport's accepted lover,
could be so ungrateful and indifferent to
the honors and privileges of his position
that he could permit her to start on even
80 short a journey without his attendance,
at least to the ticket gate.
Following his thought, he asked : ‘Shall
you be lovg at New Haven 2"
“Only until tomorrow afternoon.’’
‘Ob, ofcourse ! You'll return for the
Keene's dinner tomorrow nighs !"’
‘*'No.”” She did not soften the brevity of
her reply.
He turned to her in surprise, but her
glance was toward the door.
‘‘See that nice old—wby, it’s Mr. and
Mrs. Eldridge I" She rose as two smiling,
white-haired people came toward them, the
man in elerical dress.
‘‘Have you seen Mrs. Bidwell?" asked
Mrs. Eldridge. ‘‘We are to meet her at
this train. She's coming to visit ns.”
‘No, I haven't seen her,” replied Bet-
ty.
“I hope she’s not going to miss it! Or-
dinarily we could wait, but Mr. Eldridge
has a wedding tonight, and we must
bome. I wonder if she could find her way
alone?”
“It I see her, shall I tell her—9',
‘‘Ob, it you please? Tell hei, Betty,
that we bad to take this train, and we'll
have a cab at the station to meet the next
one. Thank you so much ! Come James.”
‘‘Bat Betty may not see Mrs. Bidwell,”
mildly protested the clergyman. ‘There
will be other trains, and—"’
‘I decline to take any risks,’ interrupt-
¢d his wife, whose firm tone in no wise dis-
counted the eweetness of her smile. ‘You
me Bot be ite ne that Vading, James.
vervhody would say managed eo
badly ! Mrs. Bidwell will come along
presently, I’m sure.”
“If I see her—"" began Miss Davenport.
‘Yes, if you please ! Good-by,’ and the
gently protesting clergyman was borne li
away by his energetic spouse.
Betty lacghed. “He'll not be late at
the wedding,” she said, resuming her seat.
“Who is he?”
“Mr. Eldridge? Rector of ‘The Three
Angels’ at New Rochelle. He used to be
in Albany. He married—and buried—my
parents, and christened me.
‘‘And I suppose he’ll ma ou.’’ Hal-
stead used the carefully Lorre tone
with which a man masks his wounds.
“I don’t know.” Her glance seemed to
wander vaguely. ‘‘What is that mega-
phone man saying ? It must he time for
my train.”
‘‘Not quite, I think. I—Please don’t
think me intrusive, but—is it to be soon 9’
Halstead knew that be was playing with
fire, but he felt a savage pleasure in tor-
turing himself with temptation to which
both pride and honor forbade his yielding.
“Soon ?. What?"
“Your wedding.”
She met his glance with reserve.
don’t know,’ she said, coldly.
*'T beg pardon. I asked
“I
nee I am
going away, and fit is to be soon—very
soon —'
“You are going away ? For long ?"’
“] am Song to Japan, for—forever, I
hope.’’ Striving to make his tone light,
be etill did not troet himeel! to look at her,
for fear of what his eyes might tell of sul-
a
“When ?"’ Only an almost im
ble bardness in her tone indicated
sion under which she held herself.
‘““Now,—tonight. My train leaves at
6:35, and I have just time to conneet with
the ‘Empress of India’ at Vancouver.”
‘Isn't this—very—sudden ?"’
As the cool voice slowly dro the
words, resentment stirred him. It seemed
to bim that she might at least feign regret;
their friendship bad apparently been pleas-
ant to her. re grey in him a bitter de-
sire to end it all quickly, and to get away.
Over the confusion of many voices sounded
the drone of the man with the [megaghone,
the fen-
while Halstead replied mechanically to ber
nery.
. ‘Sudden?’ No, not particularly. I
bave been considering an excellent offer to
go out there, aud yesterday I cabled that I
would take this steamer. I think your
train is called. Shall we go?”
The girl sat perfectly still. ‘To Japan,”
she said, ‘‘and for years.” Halstead wino-
ed and arose with decision.
“Your train,’’ his tone was formal ; “‘I
must not detain you."
‘Ob, I've decided to wait for Mrs. Bid-
well,” she replied, hurrying her words;
“‘dido’t I tell you? I’m in no haste and
she might not understand tbat they will
ex her.”
alstead almost groaned as he resumed
bis seat heside her, and in the silence that
ensned between them he moodily bit his
mustache, while around them moved the
eddying crowds, and above the sound of
many feet tapping the paved floor came still
the Jovhotungee announcement of depart-
trains.
denly the gir! stripped off a gloveand | i
laid a ringless left baud in her lap. Then,
because it shook, she frowned, and gripped
the fingers around the magazine she held.
‘“Then you won’t be at the Keene's din-
ner, either.”” The light tone conveyed no
hint of the trembling that bad fallen upon
her. ‘Hew fortunate for them that the
number is merely diminished by two!
Eleventh hour invitations are so awkward,
and poor relations are usually obvious ex-
pedients.’’
“You intend going on somewhere from
New Haven, then ?”’ Halstead’s mind was
busily seeking a means to end, decently, a
situation that he felt to be increasingly
difficult, and his question was perfunctory.
“Yes, I'm going—home.” For the first
time her voice escaped control, and the last
word was almost inaudible.
‘‘Home !" he echoed. Incredulously, he
tarued to look at ber, but for once her eye-
lids were lowered, and she failed to meet
his glance. Her lefs hand moved slightly,
but its tentative suggestion was lost in his
preoccupation.
“Home!” he repeated.
home—alone—like this?"
‘Ob, I didn’t tell anybody. I was—
tired, and—and I just ran away. I didn’t
want avy one to come—here—with me.”
Her voice still wavered uncertainly, and
she continued to look steadily at the glove-
less hand gripping the magazine.
A growing excitement barned in Hal-
stead’s eyes.
“But Dewiog ?'' be demanded.
ing knew ?"
Under the eager pursuit of his glance,
the feminine instinct of flight reasserted it-
sell. She hid ber left band under its glov-
ed fellow, and gathering all her forces in
an effort to assume the calm frankness
which, to women of her type, is an armor,
forced herself to meet his glance with ap-
parent simplicity, and to speak with delib-
eration, covering he: retreat.
‘Oh, yes, Horace knew, He said he
would come to the train, but I told him I'd
rather not.”
Halstead fell back, biting his mustache,
and his brain jeered at his impulsive heart.
She altered her position, sitting more
easily, her lighter tone suggesting that the
relaxation was not alone physical. “And
sou?” she asked. ‘‘Why is there no one
to see you off ?"’
“‘There is," he replied. ‘‘Carter was to
meet me here. He's probably waiting in
the crowd over there by the door some-
where. ”’
“Then I mustn't detain you.” She
glanced at the clock, and again it seemed
to him that she looked pitifully tired.
‘‘Your train goes at 6:45? You have only
half an hour.”
He arose unwillingly now, determined
to seize the opportunity to end the strain
and yet reluctant finally to leave her pres-
ence. She arose, also, and instinct giving
way once more to the impulse born of part-
ing, extended her bare left hand. ‘‘Good-
hy,’’ che eaid.
When he took the hand, the close, ner-
vous clasp of it comforted him, even while
it toreatened bis careful self-control.
“I wish youn knew—"" He checked the
impulsive words and stood looking
down at the hand he held, wondering how
be should complete the sentence without
“You're going
“Dew-
get | betraying himself and leaving regret with
her.
As bis glance fell for the first time on
her fingers, she held her breath for an ex-
pectant instant ; then the quick light died
Sut of her face, leaving it paler than be-
ore.
*‘I do know that Mr. Carter will never
forgive me if I keep you longer. He must
be growing impatient.”’ She moved her
hand as if to liberate it, gently adding,
“‘Good-by."
“‘Good-by,’’ he dully responded. “I'm
going to Japan, and you'll marry—Betty !
ere is your engagement ring ?’’ Spatch-
ing at the fingers that had almost slipped
from his his breath caught in his
throat, and his eyes blazed into hers the
8 of his heart.
‘It’s gone. I gave it back to Horace,”
she whispered, when she could control her
“When ?"’
“This morning.’
LL "mm
inst the encroachment of his tone,
ber last feeble s le began in hysterical
Bippascy and ended in capitulation.
Hes uss Bia name pg with D.”
er lang was pably artificial.
ui the name and not the letter,’
you know —ab, please let go my hand!"
He released it ly but his eyes
compelled her goay as he bent toward her.
“Ilove you! Ilove you!’ he whis-
“Oh, don’t I" She shrank igs) and
covered her flushing cheeks with I
“‘Please—not here !”’
Obediently drawing a little away from
ber, his quick glance found in the careless,
hurrying crowd no impediment to the
course of his long restrained wooing, but
he touched her arm, and they ste; aside
a few paces, out of the thickest current.
‘‘Betty,"" tie asked very gently, ‘‘doyoun
love me ?"’
Her lips quivered. “Oh, why do yon
ask me here ?’’ she cried. ‘‘You know—
yon must have known—and I couldn't
warry Horace alter I realized—'’' A sob
choked her, and be waited while she t
for self-control. When he spoke again, his
voice was grave and quiet.
“I never even dreamed it, dear. If I
bad, do you think I would have run away
from youn ?"?
A faint smile crept into ber eyes. “Were
you running away ? So was I.
afraid-—"’
y
‘‘Ot—life, I think. It seemed so big,
all at once—and so m
‘‘But you knew that J——'’
‘Ob, no ! Sometimes I wondered if you
did- a listle; bat not often. I only knew
that I was afraid. Now.-’’ sudden realiza-
tion widened ber eyes, and her tone grew
sharper. “Dwight, must you go to Japan
--now ?"’
For a moment he puiled at his mustache,
while she stood anxiously watching the
sterner lines appear in his face, bail uncon-
sciously noting the streaks of gray over his
temples, and about his eyes the traces of
sleepless nights. From a neighboring
bench, an elderly woman yielded them,
with tender reminiscence, the tribute that
all the world passa lover. A party of
travelers, laden with bags, goll-cla! um-
brellas, and ruge, jostled them in passing,
aod the voice of the train-calier came again
monotonously through the long room.
“I'm afraid I must, dear,” at last said
Halstead. ‘‘You see, it’s rather important
to the man at the other end. Certain ser-
ious business interests depended upon my
decision. T bave accepted, and now if I
fail him—"
‘‘But the next steamer !"’ she begged.
“Look, we have only twenty minutes !"
He frowned, pulliog still at his mustache,
and she pressed pleading fingers for a mo-
I was | H
joined them, panting a little from bis rapid
“It’s all quite as it should be, James,’
the aonounced. ‘‘The dear cbild is ex-
HY ike her mother.”
‘‘Bless my soul ! Bless my soul !"’
ed the old man. ‘‘How you y e
do rush ! My dear Betty,” in a low
tone, as he drew her from the others,
en? What about
‘isn’t this very
orace *”
A shadow fell athwart her face. '‘I am
very sorry about Horace, but—he under-
stands. I told bim—the truth.”
“You told bim—"
‘I bad to be hooest, badn’t I, Mr. Eid-
ridge? He was vers good about it.”
aick tears wet ber lashes, but she blinked
em off again. ‘‘And I was going away—
I really was! Bat I met Dwight here,and
—oh. Mr. Eldridge, be’s going to Japan.”
“Yes, yes, young Carter told me. My
dear child—"’
“James,” interrupted Mie. Eldridge, *'if
you don’t make baste with this wedding,
you'll miss the other one entirely. Come
over this way.”
They followed her to a comparatively
quiet epot near the west evd, and there,
while the locomotives without rumbled a
mighty trinmphal paean, the simple old
words of the marriage service transformed,
for that little company, the resounding
vault of the railway station into the lofty
spaces of a cathedral,and the maltitndinons
voice of the rereyice throng became to
them a hymning choir,chanting unceasing-
ly of the love thas is brave to meet life and
strong to endure.
‘‘God bless yon, my dear.” Mrs. Eld-
ridge wiped her eyes, kissed Betty, and
promptly embraced the commonplace that
crowds ever upon the heels of romance.
‘‘What ahout your things? Shall I send
your trank after youn ?"
ment on his arm, removing them at once.
A vigorous, clean-featurcd mau of thirty-
five, or thereahout, approached them,smil.
as if yon were deciding the destiny of the
Universe. Give it up, Halstead ! You've
only twenty minutes left.”
“‘Hello, Carter !"’ Halstead mechanical-
ly extended bis hand. “Thonght you
weren't coming.”
Carter cast a whimsical glance at him, re-
sponding dryly : “Oh, did you ? I've been
holding up a door post at our trysting-
place over there for exactly twenty-five
minutes ! Miss Davenport,’’ sadly shaking
his head, ‘‘thie chap isn’t righs ! Doesn't
this sudden whim of his to rush off to the
other side of everywhere impress you as
being decidedly crazy ?'’
“I've been trying to persuade him to
stay over one steamer for- treatment,’’ said
Betty. She endeavored to respond to his
mood of raillery, but as she turned to Hal-
stead, her eyes grew wistful again. “Will
on?"
‘‘Betty, I can’t ! I must go, and I can’t
even be sure that I cau come back for you
for a long time. Petbaps--wonld yon be
willing to come ont to me--by and by?’
Alter looking into his face a moment, she
turned ber troubled glance toward the mys-
tified Carter. Thus recalled to a realiza-
tion of his friend’s presence, Halstend con-
tinned : ‘‘See here, Carter, it was no end
good of you to come to see me off, but the
truth is--’’Betty was looking toward the
door,bat as he paused, she flashed and nod-
ded elightly, ‘‘the truth is,Joe, Miss Daven-
port bas just promised to marry me, and
--aud so--you see--’’ he paused, frowning
expesianily. Tom? ped. .iCa
‘To marr, ove ! ter.
y Sly a
sible to ask what had become of Dewing.
“Why !—why I” It was
‘‘You see, I was going away,’’ harriedly
broke i+ Miss Davenport, her head very
high and her cheeks very pink; “I was—
I am—going home tomorrow—tomy aunt's
in Albany, you know. I-it was impos-
sible for me to remain here any longer--''
“Oh !"" comprehensively ejaculated Car-
er.
‘‘And-—and we just happened to meet
hete. I'm going to New Haven tonight,
and- and he said he was going to Japan,
and -and — *
‘To be sure ! Certainly !"’ Carter inter-
rupted her breathless utterance with sooth-
ing conviction. ‘‘Nothing could be more
natural ! And you're simply the luckiest
mortals in the world that you found it ont
in time. [I’ve seen it all along! Ob, I'm
a regular old woman for match-making,and
anyone can see with hall an eye that you
two were just born for each other. Now,
I'm off. Bless you, my children !"”” He
gavea huarey hand to each. ‘It’s mighty
tough your having to part like this, now,
isn’t it ? Why don’t you go along ?"’ he
inquired of Bey.
‘Nobody axed me to,’”’ she laughed,
winking the tears off her lashes.
‘‘Betty !"” Halstead seized her arm.
“You wouldn't !| Would yon 2”
‘‘Blessed man, how could I--in filteen
minutes ? If you'd give me hall au hour,
now--!" in a gallant attempt to he merry.
Halstead bit his lip. ‘‘Joe, is there any
way of getting to a preacher and back here
in a quarter of au hour ?”
‘Not that I know of, but you might
bring Mahomet to the mountain. I saw
Mr. Eldridge a minute ago.’
‘‘Not my Mr. Eldridge!” oried Betty.
“Oh, no ! They took the 5:50.”
*“Then it's their ghosts ! I saw Mr. and
Mrs. Eldridge and some other woman come
out of the tea-room not five minutes .
They're probably out there now, waiting
for their gate to open.”
So I only had a license !"’ groaned Hal-
etead.
“Don’t need one in New York State,”
alertly responded Carter. ‘‘Shall I run?”
‘‘Betty, Betty, will you go Mm
“Why—why—if-~oh, r. Eldridge
christened me !"’ she finished impotently,
feeling the breath of Fate upon her.
“Ran, Joe !"’ cried Halstead, but Carter
was off before the words were formed.
‘‘Betty--oh, my love, will you marry me
here—now—and go with me?” Regard.
less of the throngs about them, he her
hands, and bent his head to read her face.
“Why—I—how can I? How can you ?
Oh—it isn’t ble !I"" The brave voice
shook piitally. ‘Oh, Dwight, suppose he
shouldn’t find them !”’
“You darling !*’ he breathed.
After that, they stood, tense and motion-
less, watching the doors that lead to the
tracks. Presently appeared the rotund
figure and placid ee ot Mr. Eldridge, fol-
succession by his wife, Mrs.
Bidwell, Carter. Mrs. Eldridge reach-
ed them first.
‘James insisted upon waiting for Mrs.
Bidwell, and we missed four trains,” she
Saline, ‘My dear child, have you
Miss Davenport hid her face in the older
woman's shoulder, whispering : “Idon’t
have to think : Iknow.”
“Betty,” y and tenderly, ‘do yom
love him? Are you very sure ?"’
The girl lifted her head, flushi
ly. ‘Mrs. Eldridge, this is Dwig
her conclusive reply.
The clergyman’s wife turned from ber
hy?! was
sorntiny of Halstead’s face as her husband
ng.
“Well I"? he exclaimed. *‘You two look |
‘““Why—it's here—somewhere. 1 was
| going home, you kuow.” In Betty's eyes
! shone ineffable light, and she seemed to
| speak from a great distance.
| Mrs. Eldridge took Betty's purse from
! her unresisting bavds and extracted from
it the transfer company’s receipt.
‘James, take this and find that trunk
quickly.” Her husband burried away.
**Mr. Halstead, have you a ticket for your
wife 2"
‘No, not yet. You see, [——"
The clergyman’s wile took instant posses-
sion of the roll of hills which Halstead
drew from his pocket and, thrusting a part
of them into Carter's band, concluded ber
directions,
**Mr. Carter, we have only five minutes,
There is not time to get a ot ticket.
Get one to Montreal, find Mr. Eldridge,
check that trunk, and meet us at the gate
in five minutes.”” Carter dashed through
the crowd. ‘Mr. Halstead, at Montreal
you can get the rest of your transportation.
Give me your Pullman check. I'll try to
get youa drawing room. All you have to
do is to go to the gate aud wait.” The last
words were called over her shoulder as she
propelled Mrs. Bidwell through the crowd
toward the Pallman office.
Halstead tarved to his wife in silence.
She put her hand in bis, and for a moment
they stook looking at each other in the
radiavce of this new transfiguration. Then,
silently still, he drew her hand within the
curve of his arm, and together they walked
through the crowded ways of the long wait.
ing-room and out through its portals, into
Life —By Margaret Cameron.
On the Top Point of the Continent,
Dr. Frederick Cook, who recently suc-
ceeded in making the ascent of Mount Me-
Kinley—a feat which bad baffled all other
attempts—tells of his wouderful climb in
Harpers for May. Here is his picture of
the top of the mountain—the highest point
on our continent—twenty thousand three
hundred and ninety-one feet above the sea:
**We stood up under a black sky so low
that we felt as if we could nearly touch it.
We bad reached the top. What a task!
Without the aid of guides we had at lact
reached our goal. Almost unconsciously
our hands were locked, with a Jook of satis-
faction at each other ; not a word nor a yell
was uttered. We bad not the breath to
spare. It was September 16, 1906, ten
o'clock in the morning, the temperature-—
16 degrees ; the altitude 20,391 feet. Then
followed a long gaze over the cold wide
world spread out at our feet. To the south
the eye ran over the steaming volcanoes,
Redbout aud Illiamina, down Cook Inlet
to the point of Kevai Peninsula and the
Pacific, two hundred and fifty miles away.
Narrow, winding, pearly ribbons marked
the courses of the Koskokwim, Yukon,
Tanava and Susetna rivers. Oat of the
Pacific rose a line of clonds drifting over
the Chugach mountains, to deposit their
snows in the glaciess of the Alaskan Range.
A similar train of clonds came out of the
Behring Sea and swept the western side of
the range. These clouds blotted out most
of the mountains near the main range.
This lower world of lesser mountains did
not impress us so much as the little sky-
world above us. Here, under our feet,
was the top of the continent, the north
pole of our ambitions, probably the coldest
spot on earth, and we were the most mis-
erable of men at a time when we should
have heen elated. Nevertheless, I shall
always remember, with a mental focus
sharpened by time, the warm [riendship of
my companion, Edward Barrille, the curi-
ous low dark sky, the dazzling brightness
of the sky-scraped granite blocks, the
neatral gray-blue of space, the frosty dark
blue of the shadows, and, above all, the
final pictures which I took of Barrille with
the flag lashed to his axe as an arotic air
froze the impression into a relief which no
words can tell.
‘‘A record of our conquest was left, with
a small flag, in a metallic tube in a pro-
tected nook a short distance below the
summit. A round of angles was taken
with the prismatic compass. The barom-
eters and thermometers were read and
hasty notes jotted down in our note-book.
The descent was less difficult, but it took
us four days to tumble down to our base
camp.”
The Hanting Spider.
I wonder if you know that thereisa
kind of spider which spins noc web? Itis
called the ‘“‘hunting spider,” and its fa-
vorite hunting ground is a sunny wall, be-
cause there the flies are most | likely to as-
semble; and flies are a dainty of which it is
particalarly fond.
Itis a most interesting sight to watch
one of these savage little creatures when in
search of a dinner. It prowls along just
like a little lion until it catches sight of a
fly. Then there is a moment's pause, while
the er looks carefully over the ground
as if deciding the best course to take. As
soon as its mind is made up on this point it
pulls iteelf together and rushes on its prey
so quickly that the poor little fly does not
even know it is in danger until it is actual.
ly in the enemy’s clutches.
ER —
~—It is easier to suppress the first de-
AFTER COMMENCEMENT.
Starting on life's battle
In the month of June.
Grayce is in the parlor
Pounding out a tune.
Waging life's great warfare,
Doughtiest of girls,
May is in the hammock
Reading tales of earls.
Fighting life's hot contest
With a heart of oak,
Bill is on the golf field
Practising a stroke,
{Pa is in the office
Tolling like a Turk,
Ma is in the kitchen
Doing up the work.)
—[McLandburgh Wilson, in New York Sun,
What Jamestown Stood For,
Fiom the earliest period of her history
the colony [Jamestown] stood for those
neiples on which she was otiginaily
ounded ; the service of Ged, ng to
the Protestant faith; the establishment of
English civilization; the rights of Eoglish-
boro citizens. Through the long contest
with the crown she stcod valiantly for her
rights. When, contrary to the orders of
her assembly, her records were given up to
the crown, she stood up in the pillory the
clerk who gave them, and clipped his ear.
When the Revolution broke forth in
England, she stood on ber rights as a Com-
monwealth, and Cromwell deemed it ex-
pedient to make a treaty with her as with
an indepecdent power,
Before many years bad gone by, other
colonies bad been planted along the coast.
Maryland, bard by, had been granted to
Lord Baltimore; Plymouth, Massachusetts
Bay, had heen started on the same bay
where Bartholomew Gosnold bad landed in
1602; Georgiana, farther to the northward,
had been founded almost on the same lines
on which Virginia hersell had become es-
tablished. e Datch had long settled at
the mouth of the great river named for the
great disaoverer, Henry Hudson. And soon
the Carolinas had followed. By the time
that the first of these made good their foot-
ing, however, Virginia possessed a civiliza-
tion substantially as much like that of
England as was a generation ago that por-
tion of Canada which lay along her western
frontier. She bad her vice-regal court; she
bad her established church and ritual; she
bad her manorial system and her monthly
courts; she bad ber House of Burgesses and
Council patterned on the British Parlia-
ment, and, if possible,they were more jeal-
ous of their rights than the Parliament in
the old country.
Within half a century or a little more
she was a state powerful enough to assert
her rights, and, oo their denial, to rise in
revolution. This revolution ended at the
time in the defeat and death of the gallant
leader, Nathaniel Bacon,and the execntion
of many of his followers. Bat, however it
ended, this point is clear : that twelve years
be‘ore the English people themselves rose
in revolution to establish their charter of
liberties, the Virginia people had risen to
make good theirs. It took them just one
hundred years more to achieve their pur-
. But Washington, Jefferson, Mar-
shall, Mason, Hen1y, Nelson, the Lees, the
Blands, the Randolphs, and their fellow
patriots were the products of the oiviliza-
tion estahlished first on this continent at
Jamestown,
If credit is to be given in measure as in.
trepid daring and first accomplishments are
rated, those three little unknown vessels,
the Susan Constant, the Good Speed and
the Discovery, with their company of six-
score men who established the first Eog-
lish sestlement on this continent, are en-
titled to far more credit than any vessel or | Rood
company whatever which succeeded them.
They seized and held the country ; they ex-
plored and charted the coast—they and
their successors. They and their successors
drove the French hack to Canada on the
north, and formed a bulwark against the
Spanish on the south; they built forts and
towns; established law and order and final-
ly English civilization on the continent,
with churches, schools, a university, and a
legislative government. So all who came
after found the way cleared and a land
ready for complete settlement. And when
it was settled at last, the colony of Vir-
inia stamped her impress upon it indeli-
ly for all generations.
Truly, assays Sir Francis Bacon, ‘‘In
kingdoms, the first foundation, or planta-
tion, is of more noble dignity and merit
than all that followeth.”
Why the Dalsy Was Praised.
A certain prince went out into his vine-
yard to examine it, and he came to the
-tree and said: ‘‘What are you doing
or me?’’ The tree: ‘In the oe 4 I give
my blossoms and fill the air with fragrance
and on my boughs bangs the fruit which
presently men will gather and earry into
the palace for you.” The prince said:
“Well dene, good and faithful servans.”
Then he went down into the meadow
and said to the waving grass: ‘What are
you doing?’ And the grass replied: “We
are giving our lives for others—for your
sheep and cattle that they may be nourish-
ed
‘Well done,” said the prince, ‘‘good
and faithful servants, that give up your
lives for others.”
And then he came to a little daisy that
was growing in the hedgerow, and said:
“What are you doing?’ And the daisy
said: ‘Nothing! nothing! I cannot make a
nesti lace for the birds, and I cannot
ive shelter to the cattle,and I cannot send
ruit into the palace, and I cannot even
tarnish food for the cheep and cows; they
do not want me in the meadow. All [ can
do is to be the best little daisy I can be.”
Avd the prince bent down and kissed the
daisy, and said: ‘There is no better than
you.”
How a Boy is Tattooed.
Every Burman and Sban boy is tattooed
from above the waist to below the knee.
The color is blue, and represents d
griffins, and other fabulous animals, wit
serolls, flowers, ete. In addition to this
among the Sbaps it is common custom to
have the bask Su breast uitveed. Tis
must bea pain operation to say the
least. The boy is placed upon the ground
and the figure to he tattooed is drawn in
Bigment ppon the small ley to keep him
ows and keep him stilland the tattooing
commences. e instrument used is gen-
erally made ont of a section of small bam-
boo, and inside this works a needle with a
chisel-shaped Jom. The boy naturally
howls a little du the operation, but it
is oustom and each boy is proud of his tas-
tocing and so keeps up a brave front.—
William C. G , in Odds and Ends
om Pagoda Land.
~——There is nothing so easy but that it
becomes difficult when you do it with re.
sire than to satisfy all that follow it.
ER
luctance.
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American Nomenclature,
Adwitting Oklaboma and Indian Terri-
tory, and New Mexico and Arizona into
two single States under the titles of Okla-
boma and Arizona is a notably good move-
ment in the way of nomenclatore, which
will be welcomed by every rational Ameri-
can. It is lamentable that our great Em-
pire State must forever wear the pame of
an English nobleman who bears no rela-
tion to American bistory, and the Common-
wealth boasting of Trenton and Valley
Forge must carry down through time the
name of an is aod chiefly famous for its
cows. Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsiv, Michigan,
Alabama, Mississippi Vermont, Massa-
chusetts, and Oregon are not only pleasant
to the ear, but they are also to the manner
Kansas, Montana, Jows, and Ken-
tucky are good illustrations of what we
can do.
Bat wherever the naming of States and
towns bas fallen into the bands of learned
committees, the result bas been provoking
tautology. Besides the Clintons in Massa-
chusetts, Connecticut, New Jersey, and a
dozen other States, there are in New York
State alone seventeen Clintons in various
shades and forms. There is no reason why,
in our affection for George Clinton and De-
Witt, honorable Governors and great lead-
ers in their day, New York State should
tolerate this sprinkling of their names over
its postoffices and its townships. There is
a commercial side to the question, for
bushels of letters are carried astray every
year. Those who suppose that Hastinge-
on-Hudson is a bit of affectatiou, will find
that there isin the same State a Hastings
and a Hastings Center to be taken account
of in mailing their letters. Not a State in
the Union but is suffering from this wretch-
ed lack of oversight on the part of our post-
office department.
Ouae of the worst illustrations of absurd
and unmenning naming of towns occurred
in New York, when the classical dictionary
was poured all over the central part of the
State ; dropping around the Oriskany Hills,
the Mobawk Flats, and the Niagara and
Ontario Valley, such un-American names
as Utica, Syracuse, Rome, Homer, Clandi-
us, Virgil, Mauline, Cicero, Carthage ; to
ny nothing of Poland, Russia, Mexico and
other foreign titles—displacing sonorous
Indian names and ignoring others either
descriptive or commemorative. West Vir-
ginia ¢hould bave been Kanawha, as was
proposed at the time of ite admission, and
the noble name of Dakota should bave
been spared a prefix adjective giving the
tgeally noble name of Cheyenne an honor-
ed place on our roll of states. —Safurday
Evening Post.
Women and the Proverbs.
A wonderfal similarity existe in the say-
ings about women canrrent in the various
nations.
The Spanish rhyme hus it: “Were a
woman as little as she is good, a pea
would make her a gown and a hood."
An old English saying: “If n man lose a
farthing, be will be sorry he lost the farth-
ing.
The French saying: “A man of straw is
worth a woman of gold.”?
The German; “There are only two good
women in the world—one dead and the
other can’t be found.”
The Scotch say: ‘‘Honest men marry
#00n ; wise wen never."
In File they say: ‘‘The next best hing
to no wife is a good wife.”
The Arabian declares:
women; deeds are men.’
The Persian says that a woni.n's wi-dom
is ander her heel.
The German affirms that every daughter
of Eve would rather he heantiful than
“Words are
The German also (sserts tat whenever
there is mischief brewing a woman and a
priest are at the bottom of it.
The Persian asserts that women are hess
out of the world.
———.
Blue of the Sky.
It is the atmosphere that makes the «ky
look blue and the moon yellow, writes
Rene Bache, in The Reader. If we could
ascend to an elavation of 50 miles above
the earth’s surface we ehould see that the
moon is a brilliant white, while the sky
would be black, with the stars shining as
brightly in the daytimeas at night. Farth-
ermore, as a most picturesque feature of the
spectacle, we should take notice that some
of the stars are red, others blue, yet othere
violet, and still others green in color. Of
course, all the stars (if we bar the planets
of our own system) are burning suns, and
the hues they wear depend upon their
temperature. The hottest stars are blue.
us Vega, in the constellation Lyra, is
a blue sun, hundreds of times as large as
our own solar orb. We are journeying in
its direction at the rate of millions of miles
a day, and at some future time it may gob-
ble us all up; for, after all, humiliating
though the confession be, our sun is only
a very small star—of the sixth magnitude
or thereabout—and of an importance in the
universe so slight as to be ecarcely within
the pale of respectability.
Good Judges of Character.
Passenger (alighting from cab)—What's
the charge ?
Cabman—One dollar.
‘Well, that’s quite reasonable. I knew
by your lace that yon wouldn't try to be
extortionate.”
“‘Thavkee. I knew by your face that
ou’d be too mean to pay more than the
egal fare without a law suit.”
~—What reason could not avoid has
often been cured by delay.
——Mischiefs come by the pound and go
away by the ounce.
——To be of use in the world is the only
way to be happy.
The beautiful water lily roots in the mud
below the stream. All the fragrance and
fairness of the flower are affected as the
root is affected. If the root is injured the
flower droops and its whiteness is marred
by blot blemish. A wowan’s beauty
isintimately reiated to the health of the
delicate female organs. No woman who
suffers constautly female weakness
can retain her good looks. One of the facts
noted hy women who have been cured of
diseases of the delicate womanly organs by
Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Presoription, is the
return of the color to the k and the
brightness to the eye when the cure has
been completed. ‘‘Favorite Presoription’”
has been well named by women who have
been healed by ite use. ‘‘A God-send to
women,’’ It dries debilitating drains,
cures inflamation, ulceration and female
weakness, and re-establishes the ailing
woman in sound health. Sick women are
invited to consult Dr. Pierce, by letter free.
All correspondence private. Address Dr.
! R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y.