6 WARDSHIPS OF LITTLE WALDO. [ wish "at I could goto work Away In town somewhere, .XJVs- my pa does, and have a chanc# To stay all day flown there, And have some fun like other folks, Instead of beln' here. And lisser.in' to ma yell out: "I want you, Waldo, dear!" ( never go across the street Or round the block to p'.ay Without 1 hear her hcrllerln': "•Come In here, right away/' And when the Hudson boys come upt As soon as I begin To have a chance to bat she says: "Now, Waldo, dear, come In!" X can't pile up things in the yard Because she comes and takes One look and then holds up her hands And hollers: "Mercy sakes! Clean ail that rubbish out of here. My gracious, goodness me!" X wisht I'd be an orphan boy. And then I guess she'd see. She just goes round all day and trlei To think up every way There ever was to never let A boy get out to play; "Whatever 1 would rather do She always tells me: "No!" I wish I'll die, and then I guess That she'd be sorry, though. 1 wish 'at I was big enough To work down at the store 'Cause then, you know, a person's raa Can't make him m'nd no more; I'd like togo downtown with pa Almost before daylight And get a ch::nce, sometimes, to stay Till ten o'clock at night. X wonder why a person's ma Won't ever let yc.u do Or see or hear or *ay the things You're always wantln' to?— She's always hollerin': "Come In As quickly as you can"— X wish as soon as X was borned That I'd 'a' been a man! —S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Her ald. BORN TO SERVE By Charles M. Sheldon, Aatbor of"IN HIS STEPS. " "JOHN KING'S QUESTION CLASS," "EDWARD BLAKE," Etc. does not know all about the girl her self." "•'lt's a queer way to solve the ques tion—to go out as a servant herself," waid Mrs. Wilson, and the otner two •wwrwen said: "that's so!" Yet all •three of these women had been brought up cn the theology of the orthodox teaching of the atonement. "Rid you E»,C Mr. Morton spea. .ng <0 the Wards? He was just as polite ■fx* the girl as he was to anyone in ttbc church." "Of course; why not?" Mrs. Rice with a superior air. "But now imagine Mr. Morton or any other ijgevitleman in Crawford really consid ering a servant n~ they conside- ".her people, even the factory girls or the «.lerks at Bondman's." "O well, of course, there is a dif ference." •"•Of course," the other two women ■Rsented. But, after all, what con stitutes (he exact difference between feonest labor of the hands in a fac tory or a store and in a home? If •they are both service that humanity for its comfort or its progress, ought they not both to be judged by the standard of service, not by thi «tandard of place where the service rendered? "J think i.lrs. Ward will find out her *nistake, and be ready to say so in m. little while. Tf she is going to Ijring her girl to church with her. 4 sjoo't see where she can stop short of taking her with her everywhere «slse; and of course society will not Colerate that," Mrs. Rice said after a pause. "Of course not. The whole thing is absurd. The girls must keep their places. All such eccentric women like Mrs. Vane do more harm than good," .Sirs. Burns declared with decision. "I had given i.lrs. Ward credit for more sense," Mrs. Wilson said, grave ly. "Hut I must turn down here. ■Good-by.*' "flood-by. Don't forge, the com wait.tee meeting at my house to-mor row," cried Mrs. Itice, and very soon •she. parted from Mrs. vvilson, remind "Sug her, as they separated, of the ..'ftwreh-eommittee meeting later iu 1&J10 week. .The next morning after Mr. Ward gone down to his business Mrs. tVard said to Barbara: "You remem- JSwr Mr. Morton is coming to lunch •nfcith us to-day. Would you i,.ce to «it at the table with us?" TUe color into Barbara's and slit- did not answer at once. Hi«a she. said slowly: "Xo, Mrs. A a»'il. 1 Uuu. you wlieu I came, if you remember, that I never expected to sit with the family at meal-time. My place as a servant is to wait on the family then." "Very well," replied Mrs. Ward, quietly. "I simply asked because I want you to understand that I am reafly to help you. Of course, you are not like the other girls who have worked for us. 1 have no doubt you could be perfectly at your ease with Mr. Morton or anyone else in so ciety." Mrs. Ward spoke with some womanly curiosity, for Barbara had not yet taken her into full confidence, and there was much in the girl's pur pose and character that Mrs. Ward did not know. "I suppose I eouli, probably," Bar bara answered, demurely. "Of course, you shut yourself out of the society of people in your own rank of life by choosing to be a serv ant," Mrs. Vvard went on abruptly. "You know that as well as I do." "Yes," replied Barbara, gravely. "You know well enough that it I had introduced you yesterday to all the people in Marble Square church, probably not one of tnem would ever have invited you to come and see them or even enter into any part of the church life." "I suppose so," Barbara replied, flushing deeply. And then she said: "But I understand well enough that such conditions exist because in the majority of ca :es the gins who go out to service in Crawford would not care to be invited to the homes of the people in Marble Square church, and would feel very miserable anil ill at ease if they should be invited into any such homes." "That is what I have often said. The servant g'ris are in a distinct I class by themselves. They are the least educated, the most indifferent to refining influences, of all the la boring classes." "At the same time," Barbara began; but Mrs. Ward was called out of the room by some demand of Lewis, who was still posing more or less as an invalid although he was able to be about; and Barbara went on with her work, conscious that the dragon was, if anything, bigger and nercer in some directions every day. About noon the bell rang, and Bar bara with a little heightening color in her face went to the door. Mr. Morton greete< her as she opened the door saying: "Happy to meet you again. Miss Clark. A little pleasanter and not so hot as last week." Barbara returned his greeting by saying: "Yes, sir," and took his hat, while he walked immediately into the sitting-room like a familiar guest. Mrs. Ward heaid aim from upstairs, and came down at once, while Bar bara went into the kitchen. During the meal Barbara could not avoid hearing part of the conversa tion. She iiad always remembered what her mother had often gaid about servants telling everything heard in the family talk and she had tried since coming to the Ward's to train herself not to listen to what was being said, especially at the table when she was called into stand and wait at the beginning or during the different courses. But to-day in spite of herself she could not avoid hearing and knowing a part of the general conversation. She heard Mr. Ward good-naturedly asking Mr. Morton how long he ex pected to live in a hotel at Carlton. "I'll warrant all the young ladies in Carlton have given him at least a bar rel of slippers already," Mr. Ward said, looking at his wife. "Will you give me the highest mar ket price for all the slippers 1 possess so far?" Mr. Morton asked, with a smile. Mr. Ward was in the wholesale boot and shoe business. "1 don't know. I don't think I want to load up so heavily on slippers." "I assure you it would not ruin you," Mr. Morton answered lightly. "I think with Mrs. Ward, though, that you ought to be getting a home of your own," Mr. Ward was saying when Barbara came iu with the des sert. "My sister is coming up to Carlton to keep house for me if I stay there next year; I don't mind saying that the hotel is getting rather tiresome." "If you stay? Why, are you think ing of leaving?" "No, but I was hired for a year only." "Listen to the modest young preach er!" began Mr. Ward, with a smile. "Of course, Carlton will want you an other year. If they don't, come down to the Marble Square church. There is a possibility of Dr. Law's leaving before Christmas, lie is growing old and his health has failed rapidly of late." Mr. Morton said nothing in answer to this, and when Barbara came in next time they were all talking of Ihe college days when Alfred and Morton were together. Barbara had eaten her own dinner and was at work again, clearing off the dinner dishes, so that, when Mr. Morton rose in the other room togo, she heard him exchanging farewells with tTie Wards and promising to come down again before long. He went out into the hall, and after a pause Bar bara heard him say: "1 don't find my hat. Possibly Miss Clark hung it up somewhere." There appeared to be a search going on for the missing hat, and Barbara's face turned very red as she took some dishes out into the kitchen and on turning to come back saw the missing hat on a chair at the end of the table, where she had absent-mindedly car ried it on Mr. Morton's arrival. She recovered herself in a moment, and, taking up the hat, brought it into the hall, saying as she confronted the minister: "1 plead guilty to absent mindedness, Mr. Morton. I carried your hat out into the kitchen." They all had a good laugh at Bar bara's expense, in which she joined, and Mr. Morton removed the last of Barbara's confusion by speaking of I his own absent-minded moment*. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1901. I"The last time I had a lea»on that ought to cure me," he said, smilinj at Barbara frankly. "I left my senaon all neatly written on my desk in my room at the hotel, and brought with me into the pulpit several pages of blank foolscap paper that had been lying on the desk close by my sern.on. 1 hadn't time togo or send back for the sermon, and was obliged to preach without notes except the few I could make at the time." "O, well, absent-mindedness is one of the marks of genius," Mr. Ward re marked, laughing. "We will comfort ourselves v/ith that hope, then, won't we, Miss Clark? Good-by. Have enjoyed my visit very much." Barbara went back to her work, blushing again over the little incident as she entered the kitchen, but grate ful to the young man for the kindly, off-hand, but thoroughly gentlemanly manner in which he had treated it. It was a very little event, so little that it hardly seems worthy of mention, yet Barbara found her mind recurring to it several times during the day. Dur ing some baking in the afternoon, Carl was an interested spectator and final ly prevailed on Barbara to make him a gingerbread man. When she had cut it out and put some white dough on it for eyes, nose and mouth, and coat buttons, she suddenly remarked alaud, after Carl and she had both been silent some time: "lie is a perfect gentle man, and that is more than can be said of some college-bred men." "Is this a college-bred man, Bar bara?" asked Carl, the terrible. "I thought it was a gingerbread man. You said you would make me a ginger bread man.l don't want a college bred man." "This is a gingerbread man," re plied Barbara, hastily, as she turned to the oven and opened the door. "Then who is the other man?" per sisted Carl. "O, never mind; I was thinking out loud." "It isn't nice to do," remarked Carl, reflectively. "I don't think it is, either," Barbara admitted. "Then what makes you do it?" in sisted Carl. "I won't any more when you are around," promised Barbara with much positiveness. The child seemed satis fied with this statement; but, when Barbara at last took the gingerbread man out of tlie oven, Carl suddenly said: "Let's name him, Barbara." "All right," said Barbara, pleas antly. "You give a name," Carl suggested. "Well, how about Carl?" "Xo, I don't like that. Let's call him —let's call him Mr. Morton." "Very well," replied Barbara, hur riedly. "Run right along with it. Your mamma is calling you, and I must finish my baking." "Don't you think he looks like him?" Carl insisted as he grasped the figure by the feet, which in the process of baking had become ridiculously short and stubby, merginginto the coat tails. "Xo, I don't think it's a striking re semblance," said Barbara, laughing. "Well, I do. I think he looks just like him. 1 like Mr. Morton, don't you?" But at that moment Mrs. Ward called Carl in the tone he always 11K. MORTON GREETED HER. obeyed, and Barbara did not have to answer him. She finished her work in a serious mood, and in the evening in the little room over the kitchen she at first sat down to meditate as her custom some times was. But, suddenly changing her mind, she opened her Bible to se«k out anothei of the passages that re ferred to the servant or to service, and after several unsuccessful attempts to locate a verse that she thought was in Tliessalonians, she found the pass age in Kphesians, sixth chapter, fifth verse. "Servants, be obedient unto them that according to the fiesli are your masters, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; not in the way of eye-service as men pleasers; but as servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart; with good will doing serv ice, as unto the Lord and not unto men; knowing that whatsoever good thing each one doeth, the same shall he receive again from the Lord, wheth er he be bond or free. And ye, mas ters, do the same things unto them, and forbear threatening; knowing that both their Master and yours is in Heaven, and there is no respect of persons with Ilim." "1 wonder just what those words mean," Barbara thought. " 'And ye, masters, do Iho same things unto them?' Of course, they could not change places as master and slave. It must mean a mutual honesty and justice and Christlikeness in their relations to one another." &.nd then she gained great comfort from the last verse. "And there is no respect of persons' with Ilim." "My Father in Heaven," she prayed, "I have chosen my work, or Thou hast chosen it for me. Just what its crosses may be, I do not yet know. Whatever I shall be called upon to lose, Thou knowest. But in and through all, sustain me with this lov ing thought: "There is no respect of persons' with Thee, Thou who dost respect the service of men, and not their outward station. Sustain me by Thy name, in Christ's name. Amen." When Thursday afternoon of that week came, Barbara remembered her promise to Mrs. Vane; and, when she went out, as it was her regular after noon off, she told Mrs. Ward that she was going to call on Mrs. Vane. "You will find her a very interesting woman. 1 don't know how much she can do to help your ideas. She is ec centric. But in any case you will find her interesting," Mrs. Ward ventured to say. "I am sure she is," said Barbara. "If she asks you to stay to supper you needn't come back to get ours. I'll manage somehow." Mrs. Ward spoke kindly, and Barbara was on the point of thanking her and accepting the permission, when she noted Airs. Ward's pale face and nervous manner. She had been suffering all the morning from one of her wretched headaches. "Thank you," replied Barbara, qui etly; "but I prefer not to. I'll be back in time to get supper." "Do just as you please," Mrs. Ward replied, but Barbara detected a look of relief on her tirtd face as she went out. ITo Be Continued.] BISMARCK AND SCHLOEZER. How tlie I.ntter Outwitted tlie Iron Chancellor mid Ileeanie Minis ter to the United States. F. Max Muller tells a story in his Autobiography, published by the Scribners, that has a special interest for Americans. It is about Karl de Schloezer, whom he met at Paris and who afterward was minister to tlia United States. "He entered the Prussian diplomat ic service," writes Prof. Muller, "and was the protege of the princess of Prussia, afterward the empress of Germany. That was enough to make Bismarck dislike him, and when Schloezer served as secretary of lega tion under Bismarck as ambassador at St. Petersburg, he committed the outrage of challenging his chief to a duel. Bismarck declined, nor would it, according to diplomatic etiquette, have been possible for him not to de cline. "Later on, however, Schloezer was placed en disponibilite, that is to say, he was politely dismissed. He had to pay a kind of farewell <'isit to Bis marck, who was then omnipotent. Being asked by Bismarck what he in tended to do, and whether he could be of any service to him, Schloezer said very quietly: 'Yes, your excellency. I shall take to writing my memoirs, and you know that I have seen much in my time which many people will be interested to learn.' "Bismarck was quiet for a time, looking at some papers, and then re marked, quite unconcernedly: " 'You would not eare togo to the United States as minister?' " 'I am ready togo to-morrow,' re plied Schloezer, and having carried his point, having in fact outwitted Bismarck, he started at once for Washington. Bismarck knew that Schloezer could wield a sharp pen, and there was a time when he was sensitive to such pen-pricks. They did not see much of each other atterward, but, owing to the protection of the empress, Schloezer was later accredited as Prussian envoy to the pope, and died too soon for his friends in beautiful Italy. Ills Aim In Life. People bother little boys so! All the tourists to his island home used to ask this one: "What are you go ing to be, boy? what are you going to be?" and the boy impatiently replied at every interruption of his impor tant undertakings: "I'm going to be a sailor and climb the masts." Last summer he took an ocean voyage and was very seasick, and the third day his father asktv.: "What are you going to be, boy? what are you going to be?" "I am not going to be a sailor and climb the masts," he replied. "I am going to be a soldier ana shoot can non." A big unci} took tlie bey to see a famous eycloram<, where the smoke and carnage and realistic dead bodies in the foreground shattered another of his ambitions. To the teasing question: "What are you going to be, boy? what are you going to be?" came the answer, in a burst of con fidence: "I am not going to be a sailor and climb the masts. I am not going to be a soldier and shoot cam.on. I am going to be a bachelor and marry mamma!" —Youth's Companion. A Parliamentary Aneedote. Three members of the ministerial front bench the other day had to rush across to the lobby of the house of commons to catch the division bell in a manner that was not perhaps wholly dignified. But it might have been worse. Members of the house of commons have been known to vote in their shirt-sleeves before now, and there is a well-remembered ease of a member who rushed into the lobby straight from his bath in order to be in the house before the bell stopped, lie hiid a blanket round him, it is true, but his appearance was hardly in keeping with the majesty of the parliament, and it is sad to have to record that the enthusiastic M. Tf. missed his vote after all!— St. James' j Gazette. NEW TROTTING KING Cresceus Reduces the Mile Record to Exactly 2:02 1-4. ll<' l« nn I iinnliily Animal, His and Rawboned, and Look) Slctpjr I ntil lulled I'pon to I* *prt Himself. A nevr trotting' king was crowned at, the Brighton Beach racetrack, August 15, in the presence of 25,000 lovers of that distinctively American product, the trotting horse. The fate of the former king had been fore shadowed three weeks before at Cleveland, when Cresceus lowered l'he Abbot's mark of 2:o.'i>4 to 2:02%, and a week later to 2:02%; but The Abbot was not formally deposed un til August 15, when he and Cresceus met at Brighton, to the discomfiture of the former. It is true that an un fortunate break by The Abbot early in the second heat prematurely de prived him of an opportunity to re verse the apparently deeisire verdict of the first heat, but it was the opin ion of horsemen generally that as The Abbot had not had a hard race before this year he could not win at all if he did not win at first, and to win at all lie would have been foreed to lower his own record, for Cresceus equaled it when he beat him. It appears to be true that in Cres ceus Mr. Keteham owns the most re markable as well as the fastest trot ting horse ever bred. The list of this stallion's achievements are unparal leled. Not only does lie hold the world record against time, 2:02%, but at Brighton he made the best time for a mile ever trotted in competi tion, at the same time establishing a new record for the fastest two heats ever trotteu in one race. lie had al ready trotted the fastest mile ever trotted on a half-mile track, the time being 2:09%. Cresceus lacks the fine lines of the typical trotter. He is a big, raw- CRESCEUS, 2:02%. (Ugliest Horse That Has Ever Held a Great World Record..) boned, ungainly animal and a sleepy looking one until he is called upon to exert himself. Just then, however, he wakes up, and anything more sug gestive of the power of an irresistible machine than Cresceus in action is difficult to imagine. Old-timers who saw the record breakLng race were calculating as to what chance such a splendid mare as the late Robert Bonner's Maud S. would have had with Cresceus had she been of the latter's generation. Maud S. made a record of 2:08% to a high-wheeled sulky, that stood for six years before Sunol eut it down half a second. There is no doubt that the low-wheeled, pneumatic tired sulky is several seconds faster than the old-style racing vehicle, and many horsemen believe that Mr. Bonner's famous mare was capable of even faster trotting than she actually did, although that was fast enough to keep her the undisputed queen of the track for six years. While she was in her prime Maud S. was su preme, and it is a thousand pities that her exceptional qualities could not be perpetuated. Xo trotting horse ever held so many speed records as Cresceus, and he eminently deserves the royal title ii won at Brighton. The Heal Head Sen Krnit. "Dead sea fruit" actually exists, and not in metaphor only. A recent trav eler in the Sahara took a photograph in the desert within a few miles of the oasis of Biskra, and his picture shows a group of "dead sea fruit" or "apples of Sodom," as they are some times called. The fruit grows upon the groifnd on a straggling stalk and is about the size of an orange, golden colored, with bright green stripes, the skin being smooth like that of a melon. It is a strange irony of nature that the fruit which is so beautiful to look at should be a deadly poison. It is interesting to note that the camels which graze upon the aromatic shrubs discriminate between them and this fruit of most tempting appearance. An Impartial Mother Cow. William F. Watson, of Portland, Ore., lias a kodak picture of a cow suckling a calf and a pig at the same time. The pig in question had become somewhat famous as a stealer of fresh milk, and so R. A. Campbell, an amateur pro tograplier, watched for a chance to take a snap shot at the porker vfhile in the act. Mr. Campbell drove' the cow up to where the calf was tied to a fence, and the pig lost no time in getting into positioit, though some what afraid of the calf. As the pig is only a mere shoat, a pail was set on the ground for him to rest his fore feet on while getting his share of the milk. As soon as the group was in proper position the picture was taken. Ilurftlnm I'ne Telephone*. Burglars find the telephone very use ful in their business. They ling- up the residences of people in New Ro chelle, N. V., and when they find the residents lire absent they get their tools and at once make profitabla calls. THOMAS J. PHILLIPS. Democratic Nominee for (iorrrnov of lowa In a HuxineMM Man of llljfli Standing. T. .T. Phillips, of Ottumwa, demo cratic nomine" of lowa, was born in Myrtherville, South Wales, February 9, 1841. lie emigrated to America with his parents in 1848 and settled in St. Louis. Later he removed to the coal fields in northern Missouri, where lie was employed as a miner. After reaching 1 manhood his em ployers, recognizing him as a leader of men and as an expert in the coal mining business, made him superin tendent of the works. This position he held for some years until called THOMAS J. PHILLIPS. (Democratic Nominee for Governor of tha State of lowa.) to the service of the White Breast Fuel company as superintendent of the mines at Cleveland, la., in ISvSO. From that time his rise in the coal business has been rapid. He was ad vanced from one position to another until he was made general superin tendent of the company's business, which position he now holds. Mr. Phillips was twice elected mayor of the city of Ottumwa on the democratic ticket. He succeeded him self in 1899 and was defeated for a renomination by the present mayor. T. J. I'iekler, a democrat. His popu larity was such that he was urged to make the race on an independent ticket, but refused, preferring to stay by the party. Factional differ ences contributed to his defeat in the city convention. Mayor Phillips ran things on a lib eral scale, taking the ground that municipal needs were served the bet ter in that manner. He knows a majority of the coal miners in the state, of whom there is no inconsid erable number, by name. His stand ing with them is of the best. He is known as the friend of the laboring man and is a public-spirited citizen, as attested by his action in working for the erection of the $50,000 Carne gie free public library as against de termined opposition among the lead ers of his own party in Ottumwa. As a speaker Mr. Phillips lays no claim to distinction. He is a business man and lias made a success at it. He has a charming wife who aida him in his ambitions. CATHOLIC ACTIVITY. Many Churchmen F.ipppt ilie Cnlllng of Another Plenary Comicil in the Xear Future. It is thought to be more than likely that Cardinal Gibbons will soon an nounce the date for another plenary council. Important questions await action by such body, among them the CARDINAL GIDEONS. iPrimate of the Catholic Church In tbs United States.) salaries of priests, the relations of sec ulars and regulars, advanced educa tion and province divisions. There is, also, a large matter not capable of being legislated upon. It is the em ployment of the church in America as a base for restoring Catholic prestige in Europe. The pope has had this thought in mind more than any other one ill all of his interviews with Amer ican archbishops and bishops who have visited him during the past five years. He is known to have mentioned it to Archbishops Corrigan and Ireland when they last saw him, and, it was on® of the considerations which brought Archbishop Keane back if, wo years ago to labor for the Catholic university. The church in Cuba and the Philip pines is not giving the Vatican any marked concern. Interests there are small when compared with interests in Italy and th«? other Latin countries, especially in France. Whatever Car dinal Gibbons chooses to give out, Catholic public opinion expects to see things in America so shaped during the next decade as to make Catholic prosperity here help Catholic interest# across the Atlantic. A Floral tVcntli'T Prophet. The marigold is a little weather prophet. If the day is going to be fine the flower opens about five or six o'clock in t lie morning; but if wet weather is in store the marigold does not open at all.