Lom— “WHILE WE Swift swallows hawk beneath an opal sky: Along the west faint bars of crimson die; Under the low-browed porch your chair i set, Amid sweet scents of musk and mignon- ette You muse of things you sometimes half forget. Can you forgive her then? Or when, ancient fane, Where holy rest and peace forever reign, As falls the tinted sunlight from the pane Unto your ear the solemn words are given “While we have time.” “Forgive and be forgiven.” within some sacred, heaven. Do you forgive her then? “While we have time!” The years are not our own; The clock ticks on with calm, unaltered tone, Until our little span of life has flown; A sad bell tolling in a narrow glen, A quiet aisle astir with tramp of men; She would not know if you forgave her— then. JURNNS ROMANCE Where I first saw was in the draper’s shop of a stagnant little country town, a place storied enough for a hundred towns, small and great. The place was quite dead, and given over to its illustrious ghosts, and to the lashing, tearing of the Atlantie, that even mild autumn shouted and inces- santly, making a tumult in the air. The shop was hung with shawls and cheap, shoddy prints and that in the dark one could gee Joanna's bright head at one came blinking out of light; the shop was sunk a step or two below the street. She Joanng voices in the smote 1: linseys, 80 sCureely + Hrst, us $ { the dav- a big, generously bt girl. Her hair hat pale color her was iit handsome twisted in splendid coils, was of 1 which is as much silver as gol face, with its regular, large was suffused with a healt she looked at us from large clear as agate and as hard. Our business small pure could find one, toearry home a speci- men of the town’s manufacture of rough red pottery. Joanna gisted us in this to the best of her power, and th t the slowness down upon us of explanation. Joanna had little to do at that mo- ment: indeed, for an hour or more we conversed with her, her castomers were a small child for a half penny spool, and a girl who back re- penting a purchase, and wanting the 1oney restored. With these Joanna dealt summarily and the chat apparently eag for. tween the forward herself with her arms akimbo on the narrow counter. Here was a discourse on the Irish Land Laws, the relation betwee: landlord and tenant, the tion in the condition of the poor, with divergencies to the eral subject of labor, tl strikes, and a great things. We were well tent listen. The girl was extraordinarily well informed and intelligent. The goft brogue was musical. Also we were in the very midst of a disturbed and district and were both keenly interested. We were not English tourists, but a pais of Irishwomen with a certain knowl- edge of the matter, though without Joanna's illumination from within. We were both filled with admira- tion for the creature before us. For in the excitement of her voluable talk Joanna had grown brilliantly handsome. What a girl to be doling out farthing purchases in this melan- choly, haunted place, which was only tolerable of the contrast to one’s own vivid life far away in the world. As we talked the wind lashed the sea-blown alders and a dreary patter of dead leaves came down the street, where, ut long inter- vals, a human footfall sounded. “You will not always stay here’ Rosa said, with sudden, quick sym. pathy. ‘'You are saving your wages, no doubt, and will get away some day to a bigger place, because you are such a clever girl.” “Saving!’’ echoed Joanna scorn- fully. **No indeed then; if you knew what my wages were "tis little you'd talk of saving. And what for would I save? Iam as happy here as if | went foreign to Dublifi or Cork. What for would I go saving an’ roam- ing?’ . Rosa answered depreeatingly. “But a fine, handsome girl like you won't spend all your life behind this poor little counter? You will want a business of your own, and it is per- haps possible you might think of marriage.’’ ** Marriage!’ said the girl alinost fiercely. * There's not a man to be bad here less nor three hundred pounds, widowers, for ther's nothing else here. Why, if I ever could have under the sun three hundred pounds, is it on the like of them I'd spend itr’ . Her wailing Cork brogue rang out vehemently*in her indignation. It was our first experience of the re- sults of the Munster match-making system. Rosa looked rather shocked. felt vastly amused. ‘* But, my dear,”’ said Rosa, ‘‘you young and clever and handsome, sre are many men in the world would love you just for your gake. Do you only think of in the way you have said, res, wis to maxe some hase of a basket, if we f1s~ some remark about ottent brought avalanche business perfect came came back she was chairs | She set us a couple of lines of shawls, and les deter: iri Irish ie Cul many to col distressed 1 z itttie because land not at all as a union in you would be dearly loved and love in return?’’ ‘* Men and | emphatically; by them. foreign in Dublin and Cork, not here, A friend of mine married for love, | and what came of it? "Twas love they love,” sald Joanna “I don't set any store | the worthless stravager with his love, He brought her to live on his father i them. | out he took her to America. But his idle ways and his love. the great Him an’ his love in lazy sturk. It is impossible to express the dis- {| dain with which used the i little noun, which has wrought such great havoe and turned to such great in this world »f ours. She hammered out the word every Joanna issues { the thing itself to atoms. She had | drawn herself up till she looked like {a fierce, handsome young Amazon, her cheeks flushed, her fingers pointing { tempt. Rosa looked as if she could scarce- endure these unnatural opinions i na. Perhaps the girl saw she was shocked. At all events her atti- tude suddenly relaxed, her face and voice suddenly softened. “Deed,” she said, and you could hardly recognize her for the same girl, *‘’tis not that I'd be saying love wasn’t good for married people. Who'd know what it is between hus- band and wife better than me, O'Conng married love that comes with the priest's blessing, and none of sort of miaulin an’ stravagin. Look here ladies,’’ she sald with an other sudden change of tone, “ye about the evicted ten- ing, ly in 1 Joan James 's own sister? Bu ove, 1 "tis } : O ss + that were talking ants, “Well, if bees take ye an) ye'd to know one that has with ther t He's ut r Hannay now, glory be to Ged tu tis lone he and the wife and 1 with icted. re both INASS, : O'Connell. Joann Sunday rickety hotel-car, and a ragged in high spirits, who kept in nna a ariver cossantiy eNsan el 3 | 1 3 » urging the it * JEAN mare. p-hill i low ti. hiill a 3 i GOWnN-Nniii Gh fl Dr pac bu thet ‘hin who was drivi which to the Our en- got used air As we long whistle wrieectly maddening horse. GWever, he left led SOON SOIT 0d as we bie04 ni i flints the hens made an oc- i id door woman at & cottage p her hands in amazement. cosh. when we reached it, wasa nough, but an i i i} black and smok an entertaining comj: } ¥ Yery Lie road, al d She and could tack pointed us that evicted farm, and nder Bar Mountain through our spy-glass, it, the huts of nts, hive-shaped, like the hut of v Zealand aborigine. ut, Joanna,”’ of us said she had prayed early in the day that we should eall her Joanna—'"how it that if your brother couldn't pay rent to Col. Poltimore he is able to pay for the land of this Major Han nay, who you say is of the old stock, and a kind landlord ?”’ * Foronce Joanna's loguacity seemed frozen. She answered sententiously and with a vague flush. It was an answer that told nothing, and we felt that somehow we had presumed. There was an awkward silence for quite five minutes. Agleesh was an ordered little place, with tiny patches of fields, cropped, and in a way to prosper. The house was long and low, a house of three or four rooms, perhaps. The dung- hill was out of sight at the back, and ¢ knew man, woman along t istory to each. this and away u lass far aay 18 See, evicted as she called tena one ig were newcomers, had a tidy look. As the car drew up at the house door, a pale, pretty young woman ran out. She had a baby in arms, and a boy or two hid his shy eyes in her skirt, Following came her husband, a tall i young man, happy-looking, but with We were | with genuine courtesy and hospital. {ity ; but Jounna seemed to disappear Lin her sister-in-law’s embraces, and the kisses of "young Jemmio.” This scion of the house seemed to be a source of mingled pride and embar- rassment to Joanna, ‘Quit hiding your face, you rogue,”’ she sald, try to disentangle the fat arms about her neck. “What'll the ladies think of you at all at all, for an unmannerly rogue?” It was a new light on Joanna, We felt a little out of it mmid the enthu- sinstic affection of which she was the centre. We Jingered, therefore, in “the room" to which Mrs. O'Connell presently conducted us: to Iny aside our wraps. A charming roou with the tiny window framin | late privation, scarcely looked for. We impressions of Joanna, When we went down { was sitting at the tea table, voluble | us usual, and buttering hot The father and mother were looking at her with pleased admiration; the placid baby lay on her by her skirt with an air of proprietor- | ship. stairs that the brother were of finer clay than Joanna, a judgment we afterward thought upon remorsefully. However, there was no doubt that the simple refinement and good will written in the faces of the pair did not belie them. 1 have seldom spent {a pleasanter evening than in that farmhouse kitchen, It was cold tea and eggs and cake were delicious, and served wi that left nothing to be desired. Then James O'Connell, though slower-witted than the redoubtable Joanna, who often reminded him of this or that as he painstakingly elu cidated for us the problem of Innd- lord and tenant as shown on the Pol- timore estate, was a man of much in- telligence, and a fair-mindedness which came of his extreme gentleness, He said very little of his own suffer- ines in the bleak winter of eviction, when the shelter for him and his was one of those conical under the lee of Barlass, “f wouldn't live through it again, ladies,” he said, ““not fora power. We carry the traces of it still, Mollie, and ereature, But, another who'll be nameless’ to We are hu tl i th & cleanliness huts an’ the 3 ana he lifted ire Its me even little Jimmie thanks be to God eloquent CYVes Joun in heaven if we'd be as ha a taste of the Ff" "1 w, an’ God k if we hadn't had other piace, NOwWs 1 he mystery of this speech was elu- Inted when Mrs, O'Connell sit on our hi ith her br needed drainin I more girl than the p pmnzed i p Jemmie by baby clasped to a breast secmed to us, grown 1 O'Connell watched th (ern MRE h eame up in her pte face n ner dint er-in is excitement she iced and asser clever she fa fortu says, in her own that saved He left Je: good was : an 1 We were out ROYETr et ever mol i@ JeIMmnie nt breast an JO. rod bless ! expected the day that she could release her fortune, for the ould man had tied it up until she was 21, she was off to Cork to a "torney, an’ she said nothing to any one till had bought the lease of from Major Hannay. And one day, when Jemmie was that low that I feared he'd never lift his head again, she came marching in and flung the the quilt. ‘Get up, Jemmie O'Connell,” she said, ‘vour farm's waiting for you." And the next day we moved here; and from that hour Jemmie began to pick up life and hope. We've done finely since then, thank God; and Major Hannay, kind gentleman that he is, is, maybe, a little kindlier to Jemmie than to another by raison of the good will he bears Joanna.”’ Poy at she Agleesh ledse on went on again more quickly. *‘Maybe 'tis shame to us for taking it," before we knew a word about it. The was nearly made with young Spel- man of the mills beyond. He cried off quick enough when he Joanna won't speak of him now; but he was rich enough to have taken her if he liked.”! Bhe looked at us with a certain trouble. “I'm often mis | doubting,” she said, ‘that it's right to have Joanna wearing out her days in Dunstable’s. Bure, Jemmie talks of re-paying the debt we owe her, God bless her! but we'll be old be- fore that comes about. Bhe scems happy and well,” she added, looking at us wistfully for corroboration. Outside the window Joanna's voice rang out in emphatic assertion on some disputed point. She had young Jemmie by the hand, and her brother strolled by her peacefully, his two hands clasped behind his back. ‘He's a picking up wonderfully,” sald his wife, her eyes passing Joanna to linger on her husband's face; “but there's no doubt Joanna saved his life. Dr. Rogers sald #0; he said it was the damp of Barlass Moor ng him tI knew it was ’ i" ob well Agleesh she certainly seemed full of vicarious happiness. As we drove away she leant across the well of the “Now, there's love for you,” she gid triumphantly, ‘'an’ that’s the love 1 believe in. There's many a talks of love before marriage. It’s myself doesn’t believe in it then. “I'is all lies an’ deceivin'—so it is, Sure, 1'd rather be behind the counter of Dunstable’s all my life long than believe that comes smelling after money-bags. A woman's heart ought to be worth more than even $300." They were the first words approach ing sentiment we had heard from Joanna. Rosa and 1 look at each other sympathetically, having a clew to their meaning. A week later we left Ye, and since have heard no more of Joanna, —{Good Words, one some CURE FOR SEASICKNESS. Mal De Mer. Thousands of people who are anx- ious for a and afford to deterred Hen make yayage, it, are by i ’ 5 3 A r uw aE Gr mer, Or seasick ness. Fhere are people who ocean a dozen times, have crossed and who on sick last occasion they were were quite as on the first. Indeed have known of sea captains who | for tl uve ir ‘1 | ; galling the ocean irty be en more years wl } out undergoing the nauseating feel- ings i ginning of for { 10 never left port witl i 2 3 at the hat attacked them their first Like ] toothache, neuralgis the YOVYage, Cures ther ailments common to h hop . i H there coun s ii- r seasick ckness whi 1 One needed A for- who will (118 fo usuai to i hour until spoonful ! half it bring A Caterpillar Procession. I wonder if you all know about the processional caterpillars at Hyeres, which form such an interesting study to naturalists, an i ab Mit Ww hich a gifs friend, who has been wintering on the Riviera, writes to me. It seems they are most curious, and great webs for nests, in shape like from the fir trees. Af caterpillars leave the and form a long procession, sometimes as as 200 together, following so closely that they look like one huge worm. If the leader happens to get night nests and wander about aimlessly My friend tells me that she once saw such a chain, and the leader falling over the wall the and after seeking for him finally all tumbled over the wall too, but joined on again when they found him, continuing their procession as if nothing had oc- curred to disunite them. In the letter I hear that the Bordig- herites allow Monte Carlo to be gpo- ken of only as Mount Charles. The Gentlewoman, lost, Economy in Pure Food. Thére are many persons who, from a misguided sense of economy, pure chase food which they know to be in- ferior. so that they may thereby save in order to meet other demands of the family. Handsome clothing and fine houses in aristocratic neighborhoods are desirable, we admit; but not at the expense of the most important factor of our existence: especially when we know that pure, nourisha- ble food is the immediate cause of pure blood, and, consequently, more perfect nerve and brain power. It is not only false economy but positive erime to obtain edibles below the standard for the use of sustaining both the mental and physical health of any human being. —{ Baltimore New York stands first in the num- ber of patents ed for. JOKER'S BUDGET. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Caution--HKept Them Away--Which Was Worse?--Another Theory-~ More In It. - Ete... Ete, CAUTION, Hubby--80 we are to have our old cook back again? Wife—Yes; but you hadn’t better let her hear you call her ‘old. ” —{ De- troit Free Press, KEPT THEM AWAY. Summer Hotel Proprietor—It’s sin- | gular there are no more young people here this year. Clerk-—Not at all, Proprie tor—Why isn’t it? Clerk—Didn’t you advertise that electricity 7—{ Life. WHICH WAS WORSE? “Papa had a tooth pulled Vv pro ly exclaimed the 1 to her next door neighbor. “That ain't nothin,’’ came ply, and a triumphant light ; he wrdd from her eyes. 1 131 aa oir fore, '—{ Atlunta Constitution, ANOTHER ‘We learn Sunday THEORY. that Adam’s fall,” said school superintender “had something to do with forbidden fruit. Can any of you tell me what Adam did with that fruit?” “Pid he sidewalk?’ little boy, throw the peeling on the a fai hazarded deeply interested. MORE Miss Willing they IN {meanin know y are talk tax on old bachel meaning! more old rever blood-red wa H ¢ E53 inn which oo—This I shave COULl iN : a #4 enn i Hicl el Or ag s--Why do Dick Hicks—So 1 ecoul us every day. ANEW HAT, ODD Mrs. Simmins—You di yourself in that hat, your otl fg—Yes {Chicago In WHES from or? Mr.® mm ter Ocean. FOMEX VOI is the issue Joss-=What nig Besse Mem iripes ve dots, 1 think SUCCESEFUL DECEPTION. Little Boy—What did they tell you to take that nasty tle Girl—They said it was g complexion ONE ON THE DOG. Fitz Williams—I thought that dog would have eaten you. him to loosen his grip? Dusty Rhodes] took the precau- tion to empiy my snuff-box into my cont-tail pockets before I went in.— What caused PLAIN, ORDINARY MAN. Hubbie—~How would you have a new bonnet, my dear? dying for one. can't Free 3 is so critical, my dear, for 1 give you one now.—{ Detroit Press. YOUTHFUL PRECOCITY. Willie—Grandma must be fully, dreadfully wicked, isn’t she? Of course she isn't! gelf that the good die young.~—{ Inter Ocean, MEAT AND DRINK. Westchester Willle—Wot did yer get over dere, Tommy? Tuckahoe Tommy—Oh, I got a bite from the dog. What did you get? Westchester Willie—1 got a horn from the bull.—{Truth. TANKINS WAR ASTUTE. ‘ flow does Tankins manage to keep up his extravagant mode of liv. ing!” “He has credit.” “How did he get it?” “By pretending to be worried al- most to death over the income tax.” ~{ Washington Star. NOT IN A HURRY TO DIE. The Wife—1 don’t think you love me as well as you did before we were married. : The Husband«I don’t? Why, I've uit had my life insured in your favor grow stronger and healthier every day. —{ New York Press. IT, HE HOPES TO TRY “Look here, Staggers! I don’t be- fieve you can look an honest man in the face.” “Well, I won't deny it until I'm brought face to face with one.—{Chi- cago Inter-Ocean. SHE ADVISED, Cholly—Weally 1 must select gome fad. Now what would you advise? Grace—1 think dolls would suit you exactly. —{Chicago Inter-Ocean KOT A BIT OF DARGER. Inquirer—Do you think any person Physician—I should say a ; is no da 23} 4 $s areal sul : uiar physician [New York Press. nger of such a 18 in RO DOUBT in love with ] Carrie—Madly? are always quarrelling- NECESSARY “Hello! 1s this fice? Yes,’ : Say how do ~ mis uiiar No “Then call up No. 41 to explain to my wife tha i “ seeping [Chicago Record. ness that THE ORIG] fhe 1IAI8Y public ran in the —{ Detroit Free Press, DIDN'T WAXT 10 WORK, Mra, was to her son Justis Mrs. Murray—Now Justin, if your father werd would you work to help mamma? Justin—Why Haven't Tyg 9 Murray reading a SLOrY aged five years. to to die we gol a hice Mrs. Murray-—Yes can't eat the house, you Justin—Well, mamn aot a whole lot of gow pantry? ~ Mrs, Murray—Certainly, pet, but ! we would soon eat them up, and then | what would we do? Justin—Well, mamma, isn’t there enough to last until you could get | another husband ?—{ Brooklyn Life. WEST. haven't we a, 1 things in the PARIS NEWS FROM THE In France, some years ago, & man | died, and, as is usual when men die, preparations were made for the fu- | neral. In that country the corpse is | earried on the shoulders of the pall- bearers, and in this particular in. | stance the procession slowly wended its way to the cemetery. When pas- | sing through the gate one of the pail- | bearers knocked against the post and the jar aroused the man supposed to be dead. He came to life, and was taken home and the funeral train dismissed. Now, ‘in the course of soveral months the same man died | again and another funeral was held. This time everything went smoothly, for when they came to the gate the widow}ealled out: ‘Now, for heaven's sake, don’t knock against the post.” Which showed she didn’t want any more family jars.—{ Indianapolis Sen tinel. Fishing by Electricity. A very “‘taking’’' net has been de- vised, having a small incandescent lamp in the center. It is a cast net with a thin rubber tube on the outer edge, which is easily inflated from the shore or boat. The fish, attract. ed by the light, surround it and the pneumatic tube rising to the surface of the water, the fish are without injury to th spawn, a Wy such most important result ing purposes. —{ Atlanta on.
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