BE A G00D BOY ; G00D- BY, By John L. Shroy. day When I stood at our old wooden gate, ray, Well armed with a primer and slate, And as the latch fell I thought myself free, And gloried, I fear, on the sly, Till T heard a kind volee that whisper- ed to me: “Be a good boy; good-by.” It all “Be a good boy: good-by.” sperms They have followed me years, They have given a form to ful dreams Aud seattered my foolish fears. They have stayed my feet on many a brink, Unseen by a blinded eye; For just in time I would think: ‘Be a good boy; good-by.” these my yvouth- pause Oh, brother of mine, in the battle of life, Just starting or nearing its close, This motto aloft, in the midst strife, Will conquer where it goes, * * » - . » * of the Mistakes you will make, for each of us errs, But, brother, ju To accomplish your best. occurs, 1st honestly try In whatever Be a good boy: good-by. Saturday Evening Post. MRS. TROYER'S FIRST RECEPTION. BY EDGAR The woman who at 20 dreamer for love of his handsome seldom believes much in love at 40, if she that Frances Arn strong wis no exception to this rule. When warried Arm Strong she was of the opinion that a straight nose, and voice outweighed in desirabilit tion, aud a bauk account. when a partner for life was wing considered, At the end of twenty years of poverty, disappointment and humiliation had acquired the cooviction $5.000 a year and a little bac would glorify even the most malignant squint, And, strangely took it for granted that Margaret would share her views, Margaret was her dang biter and bad inherited her father's nose and Ler mother's decision of character When Armstrong finally closed dreamy eyes forever on this world widow mourned him outwardly ently as ber limited wardrobe permit, and inwardly facea on ficiousness that nothing in his life had become Lim half so well the lear ing it, oor TEMPLE FIELD. marries a face lives long. she Chester dreamy eyes a tenor y ambi energy she that kbone enough, she his his de wonld as the « us Armstrong! [le wonld have presumed to ask pretty Frances te share his poverty if she bad not wanted him to But. of she didu’t know ad been a beautiful girl f her long, misfortune was a still, which why Judge Trover in securing for her the small ance which Armstrong, act of enrelessess never KO obviously Course, that, She | and in Spite soul wearing struggle with beautiful woman the reason himself life insur by nn er was perhaps interested ml swWhi had jeopardized by a lapse in payment just at the close bis inefficient life The judge thought it was his old friendship with her he showed the widow and other kKindoesses during the ye which followed her death What the widow bit she accepted and gratefully. of Iwennuse of father that handsome this ar husband's the benefits simply Judge Troyer's income and his squint was not aggressive, offer of marriage 'rances Armstrong told herself she was marrying again solely with the chject of giving Margaret the comfores and advantages her own girlhood had conspicuously lacked. We are so mined besr scrupulous about leing honest with ourselves than we are people, some time tion with an indifferent acquiescence mired. home and position she was giving her? enjoyment of the mansion of which the simple little marriage ceremony at tress, atmosphere of Juxury with which she found herself surrounded! was her native element, Her fore. futhers had heen colonial planters, and she was well fitted to adorn her new station. Every fiber of her Iwing thrilled with the consciousness that she had come into her own at last, Margaret, watching Ler curiously, thought she received her guests with much the afr of a queen holding an drawing room. Shé was very tender with Margaret. The one real affection which had survived the shocks and disasters of her hard life in Frances Troyer's heart was lavished on this tall, pretty daughter. She would do so much for her In the rich, new life that was opening out so splendidly be. fore them both, Margaret should nev. er know of the mortifieations and hard. ships which had been her own portion, Her heart sang as she planned the girl's future, Mother and daughter were address- large reception pay her already extensive social oblig. when their first difference oe- “Of I shall send a card to Margaret had sald. “Nonsense,” replied “He would course mother no one her know here.” Hoy Armstrong was a distant cousin a young fellow with all musical talent and gen- which distinguished Somehow Margaret's mother with a sudden anxiety, They had played duets to- in the old days, and Roy had Leen very kind at the time of their be- but all that was well then. Now it was manifestly impossible, “It is absurd to the good looks, eral lack of force the Armstrongs. tone filled her think of It,” added ‘rover with decision. “He shall be asked.” erled Margaret hotly, “or 1 shall not come down. He is my cousin and I shall not have him sh.ghted.” “Don’t be silly,” sald her mother sternly. “Roy would not expect an in- vitation., He never goes into society.” Margaret said no more, but there was a little coolness between them after that, an estrangement which the mother felt keenly, but made no effort to break. Margaret would see her fol- ly in time, And she would talk to her wht +n Was not busy; the matter would wait, The girl would be for a chance to think it she sO ON er, But when the night of the reception arrived and Mrs. Troyer in her clinging brocades took her place in the flower hung doorway to receive her guests only joy and pride were in her heart she glanced about her elegant rooms. They were quite perfect, and even the judge at her side looked unusually well in his evening garb. What a differ ence well-fitting clothes make in a man, she reflected, giving his necktie a little wifely pull, the old gentleman smiling, well pleased at the attention, Margaret had not come down yet, and as the first arrivals began to rustle up stairway Mrs. Troyer servant to eall her What a gown the child had to thought, her eyes lighting with a smile are] how Mar all her haughty coldness, had not been able to cry of ad miration when it had been lifted in all its fragile elegance from the day More guests were arriving as sent a prety she the wear, as she rememin even garet, for repress a its box before, . and a pro. aping from the orchestra on the stairway was piercing the air with a discordant promise of harmony to when the servant returned, look ing perturbed “I couldn't sa id, mature ser come, find Miss this," uneasily little folded note Mrs, Troyer turned But took the note, and, opening It steady fingers, she read it slowly twice; then it Huttered from still pale, self possessed, greet Margaret holding only he ont a she with y ts Ppaie, once her but an and she turned, ididly entering guest “What it?" the judge sald wilderment, catching the paper fell and adjusting his glasses to the hastily scrawled words. At make them, then they gradually assumed a g to his puzzled eyes “Dear were n grasp sple {fo is in be as it read | first noth of he could ing mean and 1 have ready honse 1 shall be with him, "MARGARET." wife wamma,” it ran, “Roy afternoon i when iarried this gone to him, and (0 receive you are him glad at your glad—so to Some The alarm whe Ww turned his in spite fudge to but in of her ghastly face as smilingly performing her duties as hostess to the crowds begin. ning to fill the rooms. The indulgence of grief is the one luxury denied to those fortunate ple--ihe rich, peo- A Servant Not Worth Healing. Florence Nightingale is still and active, Through inheritance is rich, having an attractive home in London and a beautiful country seat known as Claydon House in Bucking- hamshire, Once Miss Nightingale allve she herself set Inborer who occasionally worked upon her estate. He was past middle age, who knew nothing of all It wax not the Interest but of wonder and bewil One afternoon she curtsied that was done. and sald: “Your Ladyship. Thomas only got 8 Don't him die and get another man for the Philadelphia Saturday Even. Trees Are Not Ready to Use. A few years ago a Western rauroad The trees have wade good growth, Lut are not quite ready for use as poles, and being cut out and made into fence posts in order to thin the forest, A Curious Discovery. At a depth of twenty-seven feet a eurtous discovery was made recently, a Berlin paper says, on the island of Gothland-