smi AN EASTER IDYL. The April sky had freakish clouds To fleck its tender blue. In blurs, in lances all of geld, The April sun came through, Buds burst them out a merry And robins "gan to sing, As Mistress Jane came down the lane, A pattern of the spring. rout, flor eves did match the April blue Her gown the light cloud’s gray, aad valley lilies kissed a throat As fairly white as they The silver wind blew yet more kind That she did pass along And riches sweet before her feet The purpling violets flung Slow loitering at my lady's side That happy Easter-time, full softly through the sunlit morn We heard the grew church-bells chime, red, nas swift 1 said, her sweet eyes fell, “grant me, I ask, the happy task To ring an Easter belle.” MARTHA WILLIAMS, in Harper's Bazaar. MISS MANDY'S EASTER BONNET It was raining svhich and chill Miss Mandy, ror of getting tO black sk wet, stop secure a firmer trudge street, to-day.” little to come to-day, if I want my bonnet 1 . i+ hit 1 nervous tn “Miss § come in Miss Mi: ay airly squii i her old shawl fact was she and Mrs when they chanced to meet they were civil, although Mrs Hales had done all she dared towards 1 Hales were “not on good terms” but that was all sffecting a reconciliation This unpleasant state of affairs had originated in a quarrel years before be- Mr. Hales and Miss Mandy's brother, but it did seem to Mrs Hales, that her husband was dead and Joe no longer lived at Bloomfield, Miss Mandy might relent, and smoke the sipe of peace. Miss Mandy's family pride was strong: so, though she had never known the exact cause of the quarrel, and had, consequently, no real knowl- edge as to the justice of Joe's bitter resentment against “them Haleses"- tween now No 80. elude Mrs. Hales not sufficient to appease her wrath. spite of murmurings of wistful glances from humble, ecare- worn, shabby Mrs. Hales, Miss Mandy vigorously carried on the siege, But te return to Mrs. Hales in the doorway, and Miss Mandy under the dripping trees. Mrs. Hales looked Lalf- frightened at her boldness in thus bearding the enemy; Miss Mandy had yield? During Mrs. Fanless’ long the winter, Miss Mandy's had had many qualins, No! It iHiness in consclenoes Should much, she’ Be fus She sud was asking tbo would make such a of the pleading Hales' eves; she shook her No! She would not She opened her lips to say coldly, “Thank you, Mis’ Hales, I guess I'1 jest ve 1 : ten nlong whe et ves fell on tie for her bon The temptn wet already, the “fixin’s” nether velvet, her Ince, the risk too great ee Instead of uttering the chilling spe tip of her tongue, nl § most hefore she Knew she about, she had “Well, Mig’ Hales, vias walking up the narow path to we door, Miss 1 the ’oor Mandy! She had barely } FOSS threshold of the poor little parlor before her heart mi Why had she done this . } committed bh order of things wa 1 i usion. Then, suddenly, a 1 inconsistencies over 11 fir t+ tUshed i wotly, and, he SCONo ng the baby with he Miss Mandy in ? Far nmbrella, growing with her comparative peace In from it She ant clutehing her peace nore angry every minute self for being there: angry with “them havin’ angry angry such a be shiftless Haleses fur pack o' children vond power of expression at the chil dren themselves—the “little tikes!” Her grim faint indication of the voleano of wrath bub- bling within, when her indignant re tioctions were sharply broken in upon by a painful. hollow cough. Mins Mandy faced about, and looked wards the window near which, little hard bed, lay Willie Hales, dying, people said, of consumption. She had for anyway’ exterior was but a to- hie had been asleep, but the noise new feeling at her heart. She saw him shrink and shiver as the sounds from close his eyes and clinch his tiny fists when the sharp cough eame; she saw the dark circles under his eyes, by the worn quilt, the most unchildlike curves of the sensitive, quivering mouth, The sight of the child brought thoughts of other days, when he was a ly, and he had been named William Jos How Miss Mandy long eph, for his father's friend. ago It seemed: and now "toad There thi twice conval uneasily on her chair feeling shi wis nn strange in her wit; she swallowed once or child, she mised her band to her fa Hardly; she more severe than ever as To brush away an tear wns looking the hand still trembling with anger that clhiutehed the old grimly, umbrella, “The she mut nm shifl'less Hiuleses!” falf an hour later Miss Mandy was winlking down the village street to wards home, The rain had the late shine streamed brilliantly through the of upon the puddles in the road, turned ceased; KUT the trees, and, falling them to tiny sheets of gold and silver; bits of grass beside the path shone the the spring ith countless dewy diamonds; to each other In birds called gayly tree tops, There was a sense of life and freshness and joy In every ng. Miss andy walked One hand held the lit f th handle of But gelous of tl le pares old ambr “My. but won't when I tell her?” ing low over Mary he soliloguized, bend as if afraid that his austere customer might be anrprised his cash drawer, hear his thoughts When the bundles were tied up Miss Mandy the stepped eautiously into and left, sped quickly, by way of an nnfrequented back lane, towards home, Even then she tried to hide the bun dies under her shawl, Indeed, her be- havior during the whole expedition might have led the ensual observer suppose her to be engaged in some re prehensible project, of which she fully realized the iniquity, but which, with hardened heart, she was determined to carry through. fo that no one had seen her, when, as ill old lady and desperately jealous Miss Mandy, crossed the street, coming her. Miss Mandy's hand shook ns she unlatched the gate. ain't goin’ to hurry one bit,” she said to ins was very stout—"got your new East er bonnet in that bundle Ig'pose. 1 heerd you's gettin’ one; looks big enough, As she concluded her cutting speech Migs feed spoke loud and clear Mandy her squarely, and “¥Y4 I have in here, Mig’ ot new Easter bonnet said, an’ 1 I like it before Hot ny Perkins,” she [ies big enough bonnet 1 Anyway, had vou a good-mornin’, Mi ever and she turned away, the old woman devoured with curd ind rage Mis Mandy bat by anid worked that i o'clock everything flutter of de to the How ' noon ready inn settled herself pleasant tas exultantly § BIT ad out before threes 80 mach.” Then she began, work o it, enjoving sep trieees 11s PY naturany warn nxt those tw simile noment strange blue should disappear, homeward through the te ri with a radiant face After supper Miss Mandy got out her old bonnet and pressed iis well wort: springs. “Well, 1 do she sald, afterwards, turning it admiringly. “I'd no idea this bonnet jooked hall's well ‘= this, It "ud jest sinful waste fur me to ha’ ded are.” a bout beet got a new one: besides --ghe fell into a rev. erie, her eves fixed on a bright spot in the earpet, her bonnet still in her hand “To-1por in and ses At Inst she roused herself, row afternoon 1 must ran Willie,” she exclaimed, brightly, add ing. with a twinkle in her sharp eye, “an’ ast him bow be lkes iy Easter bonnet.” A Strong Thirteen Story. A real estate agent sald: “The strongest thirteen story 1 know ef i+ Arthur MeQuade, who was in <he that when misfortune overtook him his the fact that be had purchased a house for £13,000 at No. 313 East Thirteenth street. There are people to«day,” he added, “who will tell you that that was the cause of his trouble): Baw WOLF CHILDREN, dow They Come to Live fa the Jungle. to Live in the Jungle, IE int an fow hey ‘Ome Hipcountry Shaporeooundis my fortum Anglo-Indian gentiema Indian cis thirty vears during ind from him | HHow of mly knew soetunlly cred from eave Homulus ana we hoolbos as fection as if the; sidered him quite They ouly feft him of morning, and stir again one of themselves, on the approach movement arose in the village, This boy did not survive long. He never spoke, nor did a single ray of human intelligence ever shed its refin- ing Tight over his debased features.” Some of these poor waifs have been recovered after spending ten or more years in the fellowship of wolves, and, though wild and savage at first, have in time become tractable in some de. groe, right, unless to look around, and they FU in the manner of a dog, holding one ond between the forearns and hande, while snarling, and snap- ping at everybody who aproacues too near. The wolf child has little excep its outward form to show that it is & human being with a soul. ful and terrible thing. and hard to un. derstand, that the mere fact of a child's complete isolation from its own Kind should bring it to such a state of an solute degradation. Of course, they bones time have learned to make known thelr wants by a few signs if possible, will slink out of sight; but should a child of their own size, or On the other hand the close proximity of “parial’™ even snap, and bite at it, unresented, in some or ith these ant fondling dogs or inckals Is welcomed: for heard (CIHR them sharing thelr food 1 TS HHinis ii veld petting and ¢ in thine Leen brought would Home have reclaimed Wiis {Irae ing un- they arp trick su rest ove ry Our family and recognizing Saturday iHinois le adjoining our people who olwerved I had a collie Dick. named to a man who observed the week. The first Saturday to my house, a distance of three miles, and spent the day, returning the next morning. Te he found in that way he had two days of rest, during which the cattle were kept in the barn lot and needed no driving, After that every Saturday he came to me, never on any other day, but I conld never keep him over Sunday.” Washington Star th dog first day of the he was there Dick enme 3:4 sas surprise, How to Dry Wet Shoes. When without overshoes you are gnrface water and mud from the shoes, Then, while still wet, rub them well with kerosene off on the furry sifle of canton flannel. Bet them aside until partially dry, then apply the Kerosene. They may then be deposited in a mod erately warm place and left to dry gradually and thoroughly. Before ap still slightly dampened with kerosene, as new kid, and will be very little 8" fected by their bath in the rain. The only bird that sings while flying is the lark.
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