. RDREEIEICNEA So endl HOW T0 LIVE By thine own soul's law learn to live, And if men thwart thee take no heed, And if men hate thee have no care ; Sing thou thy song and do thy deed, Hope thou thy hope and pray thy prayer, And claim no crown they will not give, Nor bays they grudge thee for thy hair Keep thou thy seul-sworn steadfast oath, And to thy heart be irue thy heart: What thy soul teaches learn to know, And play out thine appointed part; And thou shalt reap as thou shalt sow ; Nor helped nor hindered in thy growth, To thy full stature thou shalt grow. ¥ix on thse future’s goal thy face, And let thy feet be lured to stray Now hither, but be swift to run, And nowhere tarry by the way, ntil at last the end is won, And thou may’st look back from thy place And see th ETOAC ET y long day's journey done. A STRANGE STORY, *‘Jack!"’ “That is a pretty fittle island down off Hamish,” $Y .e.3,."? Just thespot to whileaway a few days this abominable weather,’ “Y.e.8, but you see 1 have to go Hale.” a he was abominable wea- ther; it n effort to me to drawl the words, in enraven was crisp enough. i your pardon,’’ he broke off the fact 1s, 1 am disappoint- ed. Jack. How long will it take you to go to Hale and back?’ I was not in a Jaughing mood, ! despite me a laugh broke from my ‘That depends, I’een—that depends, It is easy enough to go to Hale, but the getitng back—rather the way I may come back—is what troubles now. But vou can judge Penravewm.” I pulled the odlous scrap of paper from my pocket, and tossed it over 10 him. “‘My dear Jack- Mabel Grant isagain at Hale. Forthe last time I beg you to go and call on her. You are not obli- ged to make lov. to her though if you only could—Jack, Jack, a steady million and a girl Mabel Grant! il “ ‘By “Well?” Lo It lips. me usi *+hinl ink like ¥ Of hear Ham! vou. the way, I glimpse of you at went mad love with 3 Oh, Jack Jack! But this is the last, the very | from vq still hopeful sister, RAY.” He read, it he dropped it and looke looked at **1 supposs really believer I would not I know ii have receiv past, I will 30 lon woln fall she caught a sh, and t 1 K~ i That Dick P make me sta fashion. i n earth You are | odd look in his face chan y to a smile. In} old way he interrupted me: ““T'he old fellow. I should say Jack. But it was quite too much for me—the marrying Mabel Grant. +3 § he 1miles YiE v il pa i ili Li . i i y 1 - 3 v 3 , SCALE; Der hair ost the tint of her ski vill ATe saucers on the gr taxv frizzly al flaxy 1 i wown freckles will , her waist gthy fingers—but surely Jack, it I should dislike to see husband of such a girl. yer this business, and islet.” I regarded him a moment, was a disappointed boy, 1 knew what lengths such might drive him—to what a : The words flashed back to me, and I aughed, the serious earnest on Dick raven’s forbade a loubt; 1 though oddily, that same jade up my mind, “No l rn to Hale,” 1 said. “A 8 snough. % Lie Come give go with me io 1 te 100K face £1 ELEDR age Dick Penraven's oH { was lost in the heartily protesting vo 1 iis deseription as | wals brought of Iked away, “If you only 1 y came againas Ray’s words flash Hack: altogether there was truth in ! thought. I was beginning to nterest in Mabel Grant. 91 ed i cotile { + *“ take a strange It had been in iil shinkingly, naturally, as was my notion the thing, Until this I had resisted the many crafty machinations of my more practically-minded sister, until this, secretly unto my odd hope, I had resisted womankind, And-—1 had not fallen in love; 1 was twenty-eight years Ad next birthday, and I was not yet in love. But, aitogether, I was beginning to take a strange interest in this girl- a sudden fascinating desire to see her which 1 had aever felt to see a girl before. Could it bel was to fall in fove with her? The question came to me as [ left the carsat the little station, and walked on to Mabel Grant, With it—the picture, It was not a pleasant one, but fate was fate, and stranger things had chanced. I did not laugh again: 1 could not help a very shudder as 1 stepped upon the pretty vine-clad her, “Miss Grant?” “Yes, I had a fancy I would find Dick at Islet, so I took the night-boat thither. 1 must ind him, at all events; some way speedily I must be revenged or him for the grim trick he had played, and-—other things. For that was a pretty, dark eyed girl who had come down to me that day at Hale to be stared at as my astonished eyes had never stared at girl before, ‘Miss Grant?’ «Yes: and you, I presume, are Mrs, Godley’s brother, I have heard a great deal of you from Mrs, Geoffrey, and-—I am very happy to meet you, Mr. Dare.” A pretty girl, but I did not fall in | love with her after that first moment of amazement, she was as other giris Lo me. Worse, I scarce heard what she gaid; I barely looked at her; as quickly { had but one set of sensations us I walked back to the train: odd things growing grief, bitterness for the loss of the flaxy, frizzly locks, the and I had laughed, It grew a fascination; for the first, myth as it were, it moved a pas:ion In my A thought quickly joined thereto- the thought of Dick Penraven. It was his joke; to this state he had brought | me: in some way I must be revenged on him. How? It was a little sail to Islet, but every moment Isat and pondered the momen- | tous questions, and, for all my abstrac- tion, casting frequent glances at the fair girl sitting near me, seemingly, like me, lost in dreams. She interested despite it; she grew to me ode more each moment—a beauti Grant, if such a ti tishe n There had boat in the dock i let, two words shed i Lf 11 me all, to gi I th addest man could ask to thwart a foe, t was so plain, 1 laughed gleefully as i { my beautiful Mabel Pen was in love with the r, through jeal- iil Crrant through fear, y; to dissuade me from seek he had invented his little tale. no wonder in my Imo ] under the sudden delighted fancy that I could make the pretty love with same. 1 could i would go back and spare pains, till I had Dick Penraven and my wife, It was a littl upon what I ill 1 l. The bel Islet ten as invol : § wharf. to town, Or: # LI ig her, WAS wl, ighed girl in 114 even 1 revenged SOUL. Qill urn 0 immedi OW, | yn Islet left Was na : 11 tore most disordered warning whistle of . serenely a frowni y t y i ¢ down at “0. not ting eagerly for “wy was ui was absurd Ou IVE ng. I scarcely Knoy a there coming 1 flower in her pretty hand, ingly walked along beside “Bulging saucers, There was a laugh in unpleasing picture back which sweet face beside me Kept was 4 strange f« I placed 1 1 } i mwered: ovel an to me 3 angi beautiful the inwardly at cherished myth; ly we emerged again the dock, and a rying up the | “Dick!” It was a gasp more turned not guilty, frighte +] did not think,” on faint. ly. “I never think. And Il am afraid it may be all very dreadful, for Dick is Somalia? It was a moment of amazement, of flashing revelation, as a tall figure strode up closely, and a set angry face looked into mine. “And, pray, may 1 ask what you are doing here with Mabel Grant?” I could make no answer, I could only stare from him to her. A long minute, silently, till—a fresh vision rose beside me. 1 turned to see the dark eyes of that girl of yesterday smiling down at me. “Mabel “Yes; but, care, I say.” “When a man resorts to such means " 4 went she i fy Nellie cousin, I do not love | “Bat I tell you I do not care. all the | him and I shall marry him same, "’ i I sat below the cliff at Islet hearing | the talk of two above. Two weeks had passed, but I had not gone away; I had staid, etaploying every possible moment | for the winning of the love of a girl, | I loved so madly I could see no bar be- tween, Fer the time had come; that startling moment of the morning it had flashed on me, to grow ere the sunset a living thing of madness from which I could not be moved, It was a sweet, simple fact; I was in | love at last with Mabel Grant, It mat- | tered not that I saw that very moment where her heart was fixed, that she was | 80 far removed from me as though she were dead, For there was Uus hard | fact to thwart me, That same to Hale Penraven had chanced her on the street, despite had a passionate proposal, and had | upon made But it mattered not; e’en the more eagerly I strove for the love of this girl | { loved so madly, I could see bax between. I stopped at nothing. 1 was mean. I was contemptible, now 1 know: but 1 know it then or 1 did not care. Thiswas, at last, the littie note I sent her: No bulging saucers on the grandest scale; her hair flaxy-frizzly, almost the tint of | her skin where the thick sown freckles | will let it show. Add to this her nose, midway 'twixt point and pug; her thick Grant, you,” It was a last desperate stroke, but surely it would touch hier; no girl could gtand words like these from man, So 1 exulted, never more madly than that moment, The coming day I sat beneath I, to hear the sudden burst of voices just above me, to hear—my just punishment—that she had told him all; that she had eved his explanation, that vet loved Dick Penraven. “I shall marry him all the same.” | was the end: tl died and md of Mabel ne, I shivered, Wwan- ror This 18 what your lover said of the cl he ; 1 rose wearily and foll + s ! f i giens Ol Wn more des ously nearing faint “Mr. Dare!” ai irned to 4 ITH } Ww inn upon crest, upon dark-eyed ho had the other ITY sla } BOITY, went ried my best, but I could ‘hey have On gone off to Le I oug IistaKke, Ant hat day at Hamish ' PASSE —— jetric Laghts. DADATS Papers, nquiring correspos ) The distinguisl i pLWEen Arc an ifference, » Hghts may, tated thus: Ar 1 the open alr, wil Cars orn of a horse-shoe i ww raised into a white incandescent without 1 sumed. on account of the absence of alr. If the air leaks in, the filament immediately burns up, and ‘that is the end ont.” The term “‘arc’ is an oid one, adopted years ago, referring to the heat, Wing con passing other, from one carbon point to the CA 51 Lome in the last Century. It was a labyrinth of winding streets, unlighted, unnamed and unnumbered, Every trade kept to its special locality, and, in lack of show fronts, advertised its wares by painted signs and emblems, Cattle were herded in the Coliseum and Forum. and the Arch of Constantine was half buried in the earth. Justice was adminostered with barbaric city. It was a common sight unlucky coachmen publicly tortured in the Corso for no worss guilt than that of driving through the streets during the hours reserved for carnival frolics; ¢ fearoe- 10 see Piazza del Popolo, the first Saturday in And, the condemned criminals dis- patched, the hangman's would presently join the gay crowd in the Corso disguised as clowns and pantaloons, Down to Lhe first year of the present century malefactors were quurtaral and burned on the Campo del lori, and for many years later the pillory and the wooden horse remained familiar objects in other parts of Rome, ished during Napoleonic rule, —England’s Royal Family costs that country about $5,000,000 annually. How Plotures Arve Palnted, “Now,” sald a Detroit artist to a re- how to paint a picture, *'to start at the very beginning vou must have a canvas and a pine frame. These form the ground work of the picture, The can- vas overlaps the frame and is drawn For fear lest the frame should give somewhat, yon had better have about eight thin pieces of wood, called keys,to | vas always tightly stretched. Now you must have a number of fine camels’ long wooden handles; a paletie, as we call the flat glaced board with a thumb. hole and a notch for the hand rest easily and retain the brushes. Next and most impprtant of all, you want some charcoal pencils and oll paints va rious colors. Now vou have all the ma- terials any well-regulated pain except an easel or frame on \ place stretched height most convenient “Well, now, let's i sharcoal pencil 10 @ Ji your CANVAS to you. irface of the canvi AULLY 48 you cal { . LO ApH iv was a large Ligure, superb, but HEeATriy every TOS Are «10 tendency to ggerate and a exXa hiy embellish one part of pic- of others, A jculp- ui go around his marble, propor- each part by measurement and come to mathematical exactitude, but an artist An artist may be misled by his eye or his appreciation, but from his standpoint he may be per- fectly correct. A connoisseur work, and without understanding the artist’s motive finds fault. It’s much easier to blame than to correct. One thing 1 want to impress on you is this | be not discouraged by a failure. Rub | out bad points and try and try again | until you get them exact. All great artists have built up fame on failures, How long does it take me to paint a picture? Well, that depends. Some work I take hold upon when the ineli- nation seizas me exactly, aud I will finish a neat piece in a few hours, Other studies occupy me a week or a month before I feel satisfied to trust them to public enticism, It usually takes me a day of good hard work paint in the general effects and a week to finish the details ready for the gla- zing. . “As for pastelles, that work is the worst of any of the various branches of art work, We use find card board or soft paper of a peculiar quality not made here and chalks of three grades and all colors, Well, we sketch in the | outline as in an oil or water color. Then | 48 cannot. sees Lhe over the surface and with the palm of the hand rub the chalk in thoroughly. them in with the palm of the hand if | broad effects are to be produced or with one of the other fingers when a delicate ap ——— aa I ———— WELOMIL mgrlit The more are fashion- out, faint and pronounced tints ed with harder chalks and touched up with an ivory The grass and lines are put in by irregular dashes and toned down, The best crayons are made by Lefranc of Paris, To my mind many beautiful and softly clear effi may be produced by the pas ¢ that pencil, ota -_-—- - host BSlorles, A few months ago a young English artist, who we will call Mr. B - Went down to the country seat of Lord X to pay that gentleman visit. The house was very full, but he was ac- corded a handsome and comfortable chamber, apparently one of the best in the house, He remained for three days, the only noticeable feature about his visit being that each nig troubled by a horrible dream, He dreamed that he was y awa kened by the entrance of some persol into his room, and } around, he saw apartment illuminated, while at the window id lady richly dressed, in Hh 1erhi dt hae wana igh ne was nde y suddeniy Oli “wt Ai, the the a Her {: “il O throwing accompli wards t 1 of 48 aro all broken « excitement of business, At 1 o'clock the other afternoon a boy about twelve years of age halted on the southeast corner of Griswold and Larned streets, and flung down his coat and yelled: “Hey, there—let "er come!” jefore he had spit on his hands at least fifteen people had come to a stop, In about two minutes another boy had flung down his coat on the northwest “Look out—she's coming!” to twenty. The last boy threw a ball to the first, and the first boy threw it back. It was simply throw and catch, It was a sight as common as nail-heads There was no slight of hand-nothing thrilling——no chance for accident, and yet seventy-five people Among them were lawyers who had cases on call, bank messengers with their portfolios, wholesale merchants, and indeed all clases of business were A policeman finally came up and asked one after another what the matter was, but no one an- swered. He ordered the boys off, and they had nothing to remark. It wasa dust, and observed to a friend: “Well, I’ve got to go to the bank and get $0,000 to pay our men off this after- noon, and I guess I'll loaf along.” nam AAR A Tur author of the “Little Brows Jug” was probably in a jugular vein, ah he wrote that sometimes popular tty. —— Bes plessness, “Insomnia? physician of the py # remarked old gehool a perpetual puzzie to me YY £55, ral of nature furnishing dition, but a ni i all the cor induce sleep, not only in health, disease, in ninety dred but the hundreth case is the tery. Why, sir.” warmed into profess “when yon see how quickly and ea men adapt themselves to ral and artificial conditions working by night and sleeping leeping with the clink of the fo ar and clash of machinery, itle of escaping steam in U tart 24 art SLart at any fs st and 3 i awake % AIATIN GI18~ nn Of spici 1 “Are women more men?’ fe N 1 A une ot in my experience, no on vsical mentally weak A well-known athlete bas assured me that, after tral important event, he i used often veil 184 own out of condition by several nights tn $3 ni 1x y to the pi ivo i He pi 3 1 AMONE men. wo sleepless. preceding the discovered 1 a Yee alae: 4 3 1 hand ald always sleep if the ck y 1her were set wide of $ wgts OF sree Youu strength, until he ] gran iy, a Certain cure for what while a HOW nn. once ar «1 to call hs classmale ol Dube an ¥juen confided t« with much and perturbation of mind, that when- ever he had an attack of sleeplessness he became at once possessed by an urc- sistable temptation to say ‘damn,’ and, | that, cabalistic word once uttered, his unrest vanished and sieep came’at once. | “Think,” said he to me solemnly, but with a twinkle in his eye, ‘of a minis ter of the Gospel becoming irresponsibly | profane, for want of gomothing to put i him to put him to sleep, when he has a desk full of old sermons in the house.” “Irrespousibly profane?’’ we repeats ed, “Quite so. Mandsley declares insom- | nia to be a frequent causa of insanity. | and 1 am inclined to regard it as one of | the most obscure of mental diseases.’ | “And the eure?’ “Well, there is a grim humor about giving a restless man the ‘active princi pal of hops’ to put hun to sieep, but, as for permanent cure, the most satisfac- tory cures are those queer fancies of the | patients themselves, They way be ab- surd and irrational, but they are last. ¥ wt } mines and el 1 Nn | cines, Five courses of brick will iay one foot in height on a chimney. Nine bricks | in a course will make a flue eight inches wide and twenty inches long, and eight bricks in a course wili make a flus eight inohes wide and sixteen inches long. 7v make black aniline ink dissolve | iye parts of nigrosin in 100 parts of water, and if the solution is very blue add a few drops of a watery solution of a Bismarck brown. An sddition of § per cent, of glycerine makes this ink suitable for copying purposes.
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