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Francis Jerome looked from his news
paper with a yawn. The train, which
had been passing through a scrubby
forest where the snow still lingered,
baited at a small town. One passenger
entered the ear. Jerome's wandering
gaze was attracted by his face.
"He looks familiar. It—why, it is Tom
Jones, my classmate at Cornell."
The next moment the two men were
shaking hands and both talking at once.
"No, I (ion'i live up here in this deso
late wilderness," Jones said in response
to the other's query. "I am practicing
law at Molray. it's only a country town,
but it has a future before it. I've been
up this way on business for a client. Glad
to got started for home, for it's Satur
day, and 1 have been away from Nan
and the boys all week."
He laughed gayly. Jerome's lips curled
under his blonde mustache. It was easy
to place his old friend. He was a country
lawyer and a family man.
"What of yourself?" Jones asked,
after a little. You know the class of 1881
expected great tilings of you."
Jerome shrugged his shoulders. "What
fools we were! It took me two years to
get rid of the idea that it was my mis
sion to make the world belter. Then I
burned my manuscripts, locked up my
pen, and went into the wholesale grocery
business in Chicago.
"You! A wholesale grocer! I wish you
hadn't told me; all these years I have
thought of you as uplifting humanity."
His companion smiled cynically.
"How are the mighty fallen! I am con
lent. More than that, lam successful,
"CHRIST IS RISEN. RISEN TO-DAY."
've made a fortune, and that is the
measure of success in these days."
"Perhaps so," a little doubtfully.
"Still I'd rather have my wife and boys,
my home and my dreams of the future
than a fortune. Are you married?"
"No, no; time for that. My life has
been a busy one. Just now lam taking
the place of one of my traveling sales
men for a week. I often goon such a
trip, visiting their regular customers
and learning how well they do the work
\ pay them for. My next point is Mon
roe."
"We are almost there. It's a little box
»112 a place, just a lumbering town."
"Yes, I'll get an evening train onto
sivilization. Well, good-by, Jones.
Glad I met you. When you are in Ohi
;ago look me up."
An hour later Francis Jerome was in
a decidedly bad temper. He had learned
hat there was no train out of Monroe
until Monday morning, 36 hours later.
"What a beastly shame," he growled,
picking his way along the uneven street.
"I will come dangerously near starving
at that apology for a hotel. And to
morrow! Wonder if there's such a thing
as a novel in the town. Fortunately I've
a box of cigars—good ones, too —In my
ease."
He made his calls upon the retail gro
cers. As he was on his way back to the
hotel he heard music.
"That is no novice's hand," he thought
as the organ pealed out a strong, tri
umphant melody. "The player is a musi
cian, born and trained."
Glancing round Mr. Jerome saw that
he stood before a modest church. The
door was ajar, and he caught a glimpse
of a dim light within.
The music had glided into a tender
harmony that thrilled the listener's heart
with a half-forgotten memory. Pull
ing the door open, he stepped within.
The small audience room was lighted
only by two lamps in the further end.
The elevated platform upon which stood
the pulpit and the organ was heavily
trimmed with evergreen branches and
the wall at tTie back of the platform was
covered with the same. Outlined against
this dusky greenness were two s}ands
each holding a magnificent Easter lily,
(he blossoms gleaming white and pearly
in the dim light.
Jerome remembered that the morrow
would be Faster. As he looked there
was the sound of a side (ioor opening,
the music ceased, and the organist rose,
saying:
"Ah, you are prompt, little girl."
"How beautiful the decorations are!"
The newcomer was a young girl, and
<she went on: "Are you ready, Miss
Mildred?"
"Yes, dear. You p!a> it through once
before I begin to sing."
"Yon must stop me if I go wrong. It
makes me so happy to think ihat I can
play for you to sing, you. my precious
Miss Mildred, who have taught nieevery
thing."
There was the sound of glad tears in
the fresh young voice. For a moment
the two clung together. Tin n the girl sat
down at the organ, while her companion
took up a position between the lilies.
Francis Jerome drew a long breath.
It was true, this woman, whose crim
son-tinted. olive face showed but dim
ly against the background of pine and
cedar boughs, was Mildred Blake, once
his promised wife.
He sat still, his breath coming in short
gasps. The girl played on. Mildred
threw back her head, and th: voice that
had so often tilled his heart with rap
ture rang out in—
"Christ is risen, risen to-day."
The unseen listener did not stir until
the song was ended. Then he rose,
opened the door softly, and stepped out
into the night.
For an hour he strode along, going
over the past. It had been so happy, so
hopeful, jet his own hand had closed
the door upon it.
Mildred Blake had been his fellow stu
dent at Cornell. She it was who had
incited him to dream of a glorious and a
useful future. When he graduated and
went west to seek his fortune Mildred
was his promised wife.
The estrangement had come slowly.
At first he had struggled bravely,
clinging to his lofty ideals through dis
appointments and rebuffs. When he be
gan to turn from those ideals, to seek
material success at any price, then his
letters to Mildred were further apart and
colder.
She was very patient, but there were
lengths which even her gentleness could
not go. There came a day when Francis
Jerome received a letter giving him his
freedom.
He accepted it gladly. Life was too
busy for him to think of marriage. The
years had gone on, and now—
"She must be the minister's wife," he
concluded, as at last he turned his steps
in the direction of the hotel. "She to be
living here! Both voice and touch prove
that her musical talent lias fulfilled the
promise of her youth. • But married to a
man who would be content to preach
here! Bah! Her life is a failure."
The next morning Mr. Jerome went to
church. He must know something more
of Mildred, and he could not bring him
self to question a stranger about her.
The little edifice was crowded with
bronze-faced lumbermen and their pre
maturely aged wives. The stranger had
no eyes for them. He even forgot to look
for Mildred in his eagerness to see the
man whom she had married.
The minister was a small, slight,
thovghtful-faced man. It was apparent
that he was educated and cultured. He
threw himself heartily into the service,
doing all in his power to bring home to
his listeners a realization of the risen
Christ.
And Mildred? Again standing be
tween the snowy Easter lilies, dressed
simply in black, she sang of the
wondrous love that had broken asunder
the bonds of death.
Francis Jerome listened with bated
breath. Whatever of success or failure
the years had brought Mildred, they had
brought her a serene joy in life, to which
he was a stranger. He saw this in her
face and heard it in her voice.
The service over, he was hurrying
from the church when Mildred met him.
She gasped. For a moment her color
fled. Then she greeted him with sim
ple grace.
"Such a surprise! Ah! you must find
the waiting tiresome," as he explained
his presence in the town. Then she laid
her hand upon the minister's arm.
o&sler lilies fall And slijfifdnd fair. r
iJ Sefore I lea/eflieeon Itie dltolr fhere
erri|)ty eliurehtnis Easier day*,
J3 cH^stftiou no lesson for me Wfiile 1 stay*
"U inkfhylreofjo Toueli Hij lieclrtof(fold?
®^ e '' me
°WU {fern lies infivj Wdxen eu[) imparled?
soff rousintf from meir dredm of holiness,
TSe sjs oilessti ie§ benol m{ soul to Hess, I
1/ v murau { r S^el Glna lov/erei depart
' I (hrisT Tdujnf us, Blessed arelhe pure in Urt.'"
-J-j/iTTIC +JORIn|ER .
YOUNC MEN'S ERA.
CAMERON COUNTY PRSSS THURSDAY, MARCH 31 10,04.
"Mr. Jerome, one of my college
I friends, William. Mr. Jerome, this is
my brother, of whom you have often
| heard me speak."
He remembered perfectly. William
| was her older brother, and had planned
j to work in the foreign mission field.
I "My health would not permit it," Mr.
| Blake explained. lie had overruled
Francis' objections to going to the par-
I sonage, and they were on their way
t hit her. "It's all right, though. This
; work up . ere is the Master's. Yes;' it's
1 lonely in a way, hut Mildred and I are
too busy and too glad that we can tell
the story of the risen Christ to mind."
The parsonage was a tiny house, but
the rooms were cozy ar.il dainty. The
| two men sat before the open fire and
! talked until Mildred summoned them to
I dinner.
The roughly-plastered walls of the
! dining-room were tinted a soft gray
1 making an effective background forth*
j green vines which wreathed the pic
| t.ures. The table was.spread with lav
! ender and white china and family sil
; ver. There were soup, cold meat with
i vegetables, a salad, coffee and nuts.
| During the afternoon Mildred and hei
brother listened to the story of Francis
\ Jerome's success. The woman sat wit!
j her eyes fixed upon the leaping flames,
and her face gave no hint of her
thoughts.
There was no evening service at the
j church, as Mr. Blake went out in the
j country to preach. Rain was lalling.
I so he did not urge Francis to accompany
! him.
I "Indeed you are not. Togo back to the
hotel. Mildred will entertain you, and
j 1 will return early."
I So it came about that he sat opposite
1 Mildred, while outside the rising wind
' drove the rain against the windows.
Conversation lagged, and at last silence
fqjd- between them.
j The mind of Jerome was occupied
! with one question. Had lie made a mis
| take? Not in one way, for his success
was assured. Was it too late to right
the wrong he had done Mildred? He
rose and crossed to her side.
"Mildred, I have never loved any
woman but. you. I let the busy, grind
ing world come between us, but 1 never
forgot. Now I can give you every lux
ury. Promise me you will be my wife,
| darling."
"1 have not forgotten. I shall never
I forget. All my life I shall love the Fran-
I cis Jerome whom I once knew. But
! you—the man who has made the ac
! cumulation of gold his life's aim—no, I
j do not love him."
He stared at her. "What do you mean,
Mildred? 1 am unchanged. Surely you
are not sorry that I have succeeded in
life."
Unwaveringly her dark eyes met his.
, Therein he saw something of the depths
j that separated this woman's soul from
his.
j "To you success means money." Her
| voice was low, but firm. "Cannot you
j understand that I do not care for what
you have done as I do for what you are?
| Nay, Francis, the measure of success you
, have won does not satisfy me. I cannot
; be your wife."
! He never loved her as at that moment,
j Whatever- she bade him he would do,
j he would become anything she wished,
| but Mildred's far-seeing eyes never
1 wavered.
j "I do not love the man you are now,''
j was her steadfast reply,
i "But the man I may be," he cried.
| "Mildred, Mildred, do not turn away
i from me. Give me some word of hope."
"What can I say? Can you undo the
I slow work of ten years with a single
I wish? To me life is service—joyful, ra-
I diant service. To you it is success, a
| success measured by a bank account.
| We could not be happy together."
"I will change. You shall mold me
| into what you wish."
j She drew back. "I? lam the arehi-
I tect of no man's fate. In one year, if
j you are of the same mind, you may come
:to me again. If then I find in your na
ture aught of the man whom I loved so
long, I will become your wife. It is not
what you do in that year; it is what you
come to be. Ah, William, you are here."
And-she turned to greet her brother,
who had just entered the room.—Wash
ington Home Magazine.
THROUGH HIS "ALFALFAS."
Speech Became Entangled and Lost
Its Way in the Foliage on
Speaker's Face.
At the live stock show recently heir!
in ('hiengo Secretary of Agriculture James
Wilson whs one of the speakers at a
mass meeting of cattle men. Behind hiiri
en the same platform, relates the New
York Ilerald, somewhat screened from
observation, sat Norman J. Colman, the
I iirst man to hold the portfolio of agri
; culture.
| Secretary Wilson made 11 happy speech,
end because of his popularity with the
j western ruralist he was the shining, cen
tral ligure of the gathering. When lie
had tinished talking lusty lungs and sun
burned hands aim noisy approbation.
The applause Bad not ceased when a Ne
braska farmer, with whiskers like Senator
Better's, arose in the back of the hall and
j said:
"Gentlemen, wc are all mighty glad to
hear Secretary Wilson and are ready to
| d<> him honor, but let us not forget the
other great men we have with us. We
have on the same platform to-night the
alfalfa and omega of agriculture"—
It.was as far as the speaker ever got.
His few remaining words were lost in the
shrieks of laughter.
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i
But It Is Not at All Likely That Sh«
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i There is a woman in Phoenix, Ariz.,
who has the correct idea all right, but|
whether it will work out remains for the
! future lo disclose, states the Republican
of that town.
Recently her husband bought a small
ranch, and with him she has been much
interested in planning improvements, espe
cially in the growing liite, with which to
adorn the piece.
The other clay boils were prepared for
sweet peas, and the lady of the house was
busily engaged in assorting her seeds and
carrying the little packets out of doors./
where their contents were transferred to
the beds in regular order. As each variety
was planted, the name was placed 011 a
small marker, as is the custom with gar
deners.
In a particularly choice location the con
tents of a packet were laboriously dropped,
one by one, until the row was tilled and
the earth nicely smoothed over it. When
the lady picked up the packet to properly
write the marker she discovered that she
had carefully planted her. mother's pack
age of liver piils.
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West Pembroke, Me., March 21.—Mrs.
A. L. Smith, of this place, says that
; Dodd's Kidney Pills are the best remedy
] for growing girls. Mrs. Smith emphasized
: her recommendation by the following ex
perience:
"My daughter was thirteen years old
last November and it is now two years
since she was first taken with Crazy-
Spells that would last a week and would
then pass off. In a month she would have
I the spells again. At these times she
j would eat very little and was very yellow,
even the whites of her eyes would be yel
low.
"The doctors gave us no encouragement,
they all said they could not help her.
After taking one box of Dodd's Kidney
Pills, .she has not had one bad spell. Ot
course, we continued the treatment un
til she had used in all about a
boxes, and we still give them to her oc
casionally. when she is not feeling well.
! Dodd's Kidney Pills arc certainly the best
i medicine for growing girls."
.Mothers should heed the advice of Mrs.
Smith, for by so doing they may save
their daughters much pain and sickness
and ensure a healthy happy future for
them.
Kleptomaniacs will take anything but
' jokes.—Chicago Daily News.
Girls, don't scolt husband-: no alter the
bachelors.—Chicago Daily News.
Chronic complaining makes tonsil luck
a'l the tougher. Chicago Daily News.
A person may be a kleptomanic and yet
I Hot take a joke, Philadelphia liecord.
Where Ignorance Is Not Bliss.—(Gen.
tleman witn comic face has just finished
very pathetic story). Blown I who is very
deaf, and has been watching his expres
sion) —"Ha! Ha! Very good! Funniest
thing I've heard for a long time!"— Punch.
At the Dinner.—Charlie (who m carv
ing)—"By Jove, it there is anything 1 do
| love, it's roast goose." Robert—"Well,
j Charlie, there's nothing to my mind so
' beautiful and touching as a proper af
. feet ion among members e»f a family."—
; Pick Me-l p.
Misnomer.—"So they call your country
the land ot the morning calm?" "They
used to call it that," answered the em
peror of Korea, "lint this artillery they've
been turning loose is worse than any
1 alarm clock ever invented."—Washington
| Star.
"I cannot cure you," said Dr. Fox, "un-
I less you promise to do exactly what I tell
| you. Do you solemnly promise?" "I do,"
replied the patient. "All right. Let me
have your check for that old account that
lias bevti standing so long."—Philadelphia
Press.
He —"You say there are no flowers for
the dinner table. \\ here are the chrysan
themums 1 sent home?" She "Oh,
George, don't speak so loud. You might
hurt Bridget's feelings. She didn't un
derstand what they were, and has cooked
them in milk."—Glasgow Evening Times.
"1 want you to understand," remarked
the indignant young broker, "that 1 am
no ignoramus. I went through college,
fir, and have my sheepskin to show for
it." "So!" said the senior of the firm;
"well, 1 didn't go through college, hut 1
have taken several sheepskins to show
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