A Radiant Memory, Two lovely women went one day, From homes with every comfort blessed That wealth can give, a friend to seek Who long bad Xnown no health nor rest, Bleak was the way-—the air was chill The sky was dark with winter gloom, And when at last their search was done They found her in a dreary room, And yet, years after, looking back Upon that day it seemed most bright, With sunny paths and cloudless skies And many hints of spring delight; For memory to them returned Only a kindness shrined in grace, A grateful prayer with glad tears goemmed, A swile upon a wistful face. OT I IE A SHARP TRANSACTION. “Oh, such pretty vases, mammal’ sald Fanny, nearly throwing herself out of the window, in her eagerness to look after an old-clothes man, who, with his bag upon his shoulder, and his basket of brittle ware upon his arm, was just at that moment passing the “Such pretty, pretty vases! Do me have one, mammal” Now, I on any account, en- courage one of those people. 1 have hitherto made it a positive rule never to allow one of them to cross my thres- hold. Yet, Fanny's (they are just like DPsalter’s) coaxingly into mine, that, before I had door. et Hever, somehow, looked so taken a moment to consider about it, I opened the door; and the minute I did Old to change his |0n ran up st rs i 1 ii 3 ' Sy fteyvgy Sv ty inspecting irobe tairs i peddler just where I had $3 Tut 3 1 SiH, 3 1113 Anas other, and nothing that he really seemed } Yo5y POUR a cast in one of hiseyes and a “Ugh! what a © had—it absolutely made me shudder. He lifted the from the chair upon which I bad laid it, and the other. tinous- looking face he coal fous air. ing, laty., Dat ish not goot for rags, I got very pretiy tings basket, Laty.any old clo’s, old else, laty? Little laly, tings out uv my basket?’ “Here's a frock,’ sald Fanny, a vest of Uncle John's, and a shawl of mas.” “Ah!” granted frock is no goot—not worth nothings, The vest wash no mit me. The shawl was leetle petter —leetle petter, laty. Vot you want with him?"’ “1 want a pretty vase,” said Fanny. “ALD” leethe laty,”’ said the peddler, “I makes no monish mit you-—you too hard an me. Vell, vell, 1 takes de clo’s, Dey ish worth nothing, most nothing, Jaty, and I give you dis vase—very goot vase. 1 makes myself poor bargain, leetle lady. Ugh! I make no monish mit you;”’ and with innumerable jerks and moves and gestichlations, he thrust a little vase, with a very gaudy pattern painted on the front, into the chila’s hand, and Legan to gather up the art- jcles from the floor where he had dropped them. ust then I happened to glance through the window, and saw, te my chagrin, two of my most fashionable acquaintances coming up the street; and really, for the moment, I would not have cared how much the man had cheated me, so that I got him out of the house before they came up, He did go at last, although he came back, after they were in the hall, to n my i ak. sr 1 . wb bine shoes—anything want pretiy 6a vied alii the man, ‘‘The use “Next time you has petter tings, laty; then we make petter bargains. 1 make no monish mit you dish day, laty.Goot- bye. 1 come next week—den you hash petter tings.” At which speech Mirs. Japonica rolled up her eyes and asked me what the man meant; and Miss Cornelia Ja- ponica “wondered I didn’t move nearer I'ifth avenue, where I would not be ple.” The Japonicas staid and talked away about fashionable noth and the how sweetly how a HO i | all manner ings-the last at Mrs. IHigl &ereecholinl sang, and elegantly Miss Wilkings was dressed the other day. Dy the time they went, Clara, and Rosa, and Dick, were home from school, and Fauny was crying for lunch, So my time was pretty well occupied for an hour or more, and I forgot all about the old peddler, until began to fidget about the room rummage Inst party Rosa and had lost, “What are you looking for, Rosa?" [ said, rather impatiently, as she over- set a box of cotton, *‘I wish you would be more careful.” “It's all Fanny's fault, ma. 1 t her not to touch it till 1 answered Rosa, “1 don’'tcare,” mine, too." “It was md cause I'm | ma?” “What | I inquired. What was more yours?’ “Why the money store with,’ sal id “ came home, siis said Fanny; i | re mine,’ sald Rosa, the biggest—warn’t “© ve % Tn QT f.4 are vou peaking + . , HE LO piay pa ES 7 | 1 SQ VOSA, KI ma." i KINOW, i bill, yo moment guessed wh best dress, baie LA cut sh like a LOY ue 28 I alwaysam to liear Psailter’s the sidewalk, 1 almost dread- | ad to hear it that night, for 1 1 fot | Bik Pp i i | . { have to tell : i i ug on should im a'l about it; and though I knew he wouldn't scold, me! I did feel so ashamed | pidity. . first t hing Fanny did when she ‘he | heard her father fitting bis key into the | key-liole, was to run, her vase in | her hand, down the entry to sh | bargain to him; and tripping over | rug, down she came just as he | the door, smashing the china Ww her opened IY and cut- ting her poor lip terribly. There | an end of the vase, and the lamenta- | tions over her broken toy and cut lip were perfectly deafening; and while trying to soothe her, I furgot all about the peddier and vest both for a little time. Peace was restored, and I just filling the teapot, when was placent, and carrying a parcel under bis arm, which he Iaid upon the sofa. “What is in that paper, Uncle John?! said Fanny, inquisitive as usual, trying to untie the cord which fastened the package. “That is my new vest, Fan,” John, untying the string himself, At the word ‘‘vest,”” my heart sank like a lump of lead, “Oh, dear!’ I thought, ‘‘the time is coming. I must teil now, very soon.’ “It is just like yours, Psalter,” said Jon. “You know how ! admired that. Well, by a rare piece of good fortune, an old fellow offered me just «uch a one this morning, and I bought it. I don’t believe you could tell the two apart.” And he held up a vest so like Paalter’s that it seemed absolutely the sade. “The old fellow had a lovely shawl, which he said was a wonderful bargain —only five dollars! It is just the color of the one you were 30 partial to, that sald | i was sta'ned, or spotted, or something, so I thought 1'd bring it up for you.” He beld it toward me, but when I took it in ny hand, good gracious! it was—no it conldn’t be—yes, 1t abso- lutely was—the very shawl I had given to the old peddler man for Fanny's vase, The spots were taken out, and was the very same. Jolin did not notice my agitation,bu went on: i Psalter. let me see. 1 I hope it is good.” And John drew from his pocket a “Why, Uncle John,” cried Rosa, the moment her eyes fell upon the bill, ‘‘where did you find my money?’ “Your money, child?” cried “Your money? “Yes, uncle—my bad money that pa Don’t you John, astonished, letters the that pa put there?” John turned the 1 on ote over on i “The child is right,’ he said. ** IV hat i sy .r 11 3 » tw 4 3 While he was looking at the { i i i i CONCERNING COBWEBS. How the Garden Spider Employes Its Wonderful Sninneret, Let us see how the garden spider uses its inherited talent. endowed with a spiuneret or through which can able y iv Cen OnLy u spinning be drawn strands so fine 0 hey nder a werfal (OPH po i uns on another leal, (Lesuwenhoeck pinning ail tl tant, an continuing pelosing for the oul hen ork, adding 4.000 000 she ans boundary of her web. le Jnsse buck and forth « that it takes 1G 1 ail ver her w y Of those strands thick ARE nr a hs from First, our spider begin out her spinnerct a ti fastens { ene strands it ¢ iv runs on an other and the ug, were Psalter’s initials, written in indel- ible ink by my own is there, Sure ent Fi a #14 el ¢ FO HALT WiiAL Yery “(Hl whom did you buy th John?" 1 wsked. Oh, d { $v td AE & 8 Ls tell d man who Sal rede va r- and after he ind that he had st i 1s healthy weath whose friends works up every shired, and rag, and end into new creations, That an open mind, That is tl then something to Keep you the housetops while the devil is crawl ing in at the basement below. That life's real heroes and heroin s are those who bear their own burdens bravely, and give a helping hand to those around then. That hasty words often rankie in the wound which iujury gives, and that soft words assuage it; forgiveness cures, and forgetfulness takes away the sear, The Most Valuable Metal. ‘If I gave you a pound of metal and ordered you to make the most out of it. what kind of metal would you select?’ asked a well known jeweler. ‘Gold, of course,’ was the prompt reply. ‘T'd prefer a pound of steel,’ said the jew eler, ‘and I'd have it made into hair springs for watches. A pound of such springs would sell for an even 8$140,- 000." A SAY] 1t is one thing to have our sins worn away from the memory, & quite an- other thing to have them washed away at the Gospel fountain, EV ROO BALK y Come why il was, P SAO £ 1% Was mij companionship H fect, for she did noth any other room in were there, ted when she was about She visi us in the key to ‘that mmysier longed to have mo longed 3 I 11 tigued or disheat ad noticed that wh I was gid could ine a window seo the [ tried an experiment. I cliose green and white for the predominating colors in my summer bed room, I had dark green shades and dotted Swiss curtains, A home-made catch-all in the shape of a shield was covered with green silk, and green ribbon was quilled around the edge, Nile green, with solid discs of cardinal, gold, copper and dark green. Pin stripes of these colors ran irregularly, connecting some of the discs, 1 kept only pure white flowers in this vase, My splasher was of green covered with dotted swiss, Every one on coming into this room for the first time after I changed the colors exclaimed, “How peacefull” or “How restful this oom is, somehow.”’ In my winter room I bad a cherry suite, and rich warm reds predomina~ ted. A friend said of this room, ‘No one could have the blues after coming in this cheery room,” Another sad, **I like to sit in this room, we are always | sure to have lively conversation.” i Many ladies dress habitually in black, | mourning but | is suitable for And so, day after day, year after year, they 1 EORGOW “because a black dress any occasion,” a on | the spirits of those around them, with- | out has | knowing that sombre dress much to do with silence or gravity in our households, a young married friend of the black When the ier I persuades to get add get a dark blue inst . . 1 had relecteq, material she when he saw her in a dress thal His face uid off he: fairly her set pure complexion, was radiant and he cf not give snough kisses and caresses, He stroked ier face and her dress alternately and laughed with he | slid down from her dress from the £ 1 i 3 delight, Suddenly “Knee wer black chalr he } frowned at it, shook his head vigor- ously and said, **Take it away!” Her husband was as much pleased He told her she made hin i and ‘Yon “Yi miserable old swindle i Peter, with When ne me, sad an im. Prittitom re- was lying on pati nt gesture. COVE rod CONSCIONRNOES the bat paid?’ unter and the vy were his face. ‘What was that he | he murmured in broken tones drug store © hing “That's what I thought he said,’ murmured the stranger. “Send for a bishop and let us return thanks that I didn't irritate him.’ a ——— Milk Not a Beverage. a It is a mistake to look upon milk as a beverage, It is a liquid food, and though it quenches thirst at the momant, it makes it more intense after it has becn some time in the stomach, and its digestion has commenced. Healthy mn. fants who receive a sufficiency of milk often cry for long periods, to the be- wilderment and distress of mothers and nurses, simply because they are thirsty; and in many cases where indigestion is caused by weakness or insufficiency of the gastric juice, the child would be greatly benefited by adrink of water. SHRI PIETER THOUGHT FOOD FOR Rave when you you are cid, are young to pend Maker is iat Whatever is obta HA $83 tang A how the hopefulness it expresses for nture, by suggesting some inj oad for your reforma Pleasure is a shadow, bu is ecstatic in enjoyment, youl pssible L100. knowledge fepnal in indefinite in duration. In the performance of its great offices it fears no danger, spares no expense, looks into the volcano,dives into the ocean, perforates the earth, wings its flight into the skies, enriches the globe, explores sea and land, con. templates the distant, examines the minute, comprehends the great, ascemds the sublime: there is no place too remote for its grasp, no sphere too exalted for its reach. A change of work is more of a relief to many a man than an abandonment of work would be. “My avocation is my vacation from my vocation,’ said a busy worker. And in that statement ye suggested a truth that has its bear- ing on all plans for vacation life, in summer or winter. Every man needs lus vacation in some form or other, at one time or another, But when a man is to take his vacation, and how he is to use it, Is not a question for fashion or custom 10 settle, Avocation work may be vagation rest.
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