He tosses her above his head,
He romps until his face is red,
He holds her arm’s length just to see
The wonder of her witchery;
He talks in language soft and slow
That only babies know,
He pauses now and then to gaze
Far off, as if "twere in a maze,
‘And then with sudden sigh and start
He presses her unto his heart.
He sits her highnes on his knees
And hums her nursery melodies,
He shakes her rattle, jingles bells.
And, oh, such wondrous stories tells:
He lifts her little face to lay
Its softness on his own, and play
Her dimples were the deep wherein
A thousand drops of dew had been
And with his lips upon the brink
He'd lean to them to kiss and drink.
He lets her sink upon his breast,
He sings her little lays of rest,
And when her little eves are closed
And all her baby grace: reposed,
le sits beside her little cot
Thinking of things so long forgot,
So far adown the long ago
Wherefrom the tender oe flow
Of songs he heard, of gay love-rhyme,
On lips whose voses fade betime,
Be still—the shadows fill his room!
A wrinkled, lonely bachelor’s doom
To yearn for things that passed him by,
To hold the memory of a sigh,
To glimpse the shadow of a face
Once sunbright with its girlish grace,
To toss in Sy and sing to sleep,
When all the lonely shadows creep
And o'er his heart a figure gleams
The little baby of his dreams!
—Baltimore Sun,
THE
SAT
*Isn’t there going to be a storm,
captain?” J
“"Humph! TI guess there is, but I'd
be much obliged if it would wait un-
til next week.”
Captain Japhet Trall stood in the
doorway of the little life-saving sta-
tion ard surveyed the weather indi-
cations with disapproving eye. A
rising wind was blowing in from the
sea, whistling a low note among the
dead grasses and patches of scrub
pines. Out at sea fit whipped the
sullen green expanse into ominous
little whitecaps; op shore the boom
of each wave striking the sand was
heavier than it had been two hours
before, and the undertow which
sucked back the swirling waters was
perceptibly swifter. On the captain's
right was a huge beam, once part of a
vessel, half-buried in the sand, and
on it a young girl perched comfort-
ably, watching the head of the life-
saving crew with interested eyes.
She had just come down here. a
good two miles from home along the
wind-swept beach, but Jean Redfivid
was a good walker, and only her red
cheeks and tossed hair showed w hat
a fine struggle that strong east wind
had given her.
“Why next week?”
“Don’t want any wrecks now,” he
said, briefly. “I'm short-handed
Won't you come in and get warm?”
Jean hopped briskly down from
the beam and followed Captain Trall
into the hospitable warmth of the
life-saving station. It was always a
fascinating place to her. Her host
was silent for a few moments, and
then started his remarks where he
had left off. The station was isolated
and lonely, and he enjoyed the girl's
daily visits,
“Peters is away,” he volunteered.
“Billy's got the lumbago, and there's
nobody but me and the Prices and
your folks that can get together In
any kind of a hurry.”
‘But we don't often have wrecks?”
“M’'m, no, they don’t often come
close enough to shore along here, un-
less they lose their bearings. 'Tain’t
safe. But there was the bark Polly
Saunders, that was beat to
right before folks’ eves four years
ago, and every soul on her drowned.
It was next summer the
gov'ment built this station, and ‘long
in November comes another tearing
big storm, and a wreck with it.
saved every life on that one, down to
& cat that came ashore clawing tight
to a keg, nnd was fished in by Eb
Peters, You were away to school
then, I rec’'lect. That was the last,
sissy, but we ain't anxious for any
more. These February gales is mean
things to deal with.”
Jean's eyes were big with attentive
interest. She had heard the same
thing many times, but it was ever
fresh to her. She had never seen a
wreck in her life. Her father had
moved here from an inland village a
few years before, but each succeeding
Winter she had been away at school,
and only the letters from home told
her what terrible things the sea did
in the winter months. She walked
round slowly, examining for the
fiftieth time the simple appliances of
the life-savers.
“It must bo wonderful to rescue
people like that,” she said, impetu-
ously. “Being a zirl is dreadfully
humdrum, Captain Trall. I think I
should be happy all the rest of my
life if I could do some of the things
you do.”
“You'd get most awful wet lots of
times,” remarked the captain, prac-
tically, ** and pounded black and blue
with the waves, and froze stiff's a
board. Don't you fret about being a
girl, sissy. We can't get too many
of the right kind. Must you go?"
“Oh, yes, mother is still away, you
know, and I must get home in time
to have supper ready for father and
the boys. You have no idea how
hungry they are when they come
home these cold days. Come up to
Supper some night, and 1'll show You
how boarding-school girls can cook.”
She was gone with a bright nod of
farewell, bending her head before the
blast of wind which struck her as she
pened the door. It seemed to have
nereased in violence in the last ten
minutes. A fine spray was flying In
with it, the clouds were gray and
hung low, and the bare flelds stretch-
Ing inland looked bleak and chilly,
Bhe walked more rapidly going
back, for, as she had sald, there was
A generous hot supper to be prepared
for her father and brothers. This was
her first winter at home after all the
fun and business of boarding-sehool
days, and bad it not been for the
manifold duties of the house she
would have Deen sadly lonely at
times, for the dear little mother had
pleces
the
that
Ve
WRECK.(/Z
broken in health, and was away for
a long rest.
In spite of her warm wraps, Jean
began to feel chilled before the first
mile was covered. As she reached
gan to fall, and she looked anxiously
out at the heaving sea, remembering
what Captain Trall had said.
Jean found it almost impossible to
sleep that night. The noise of the
sea had deepened into a heavy roar,
and ghe wind buffeted the house until
every timber seemed to be squeak-
ing a protest. Half a dozen times she
awoke, and the last time, about 4
o'clock In the morning, it was with a
new sound Irn her ears, 2a muffled
boom, which was neither sea nor
wind As she flew out of bed she
heard it again, and a moment later
her brother Dick pounded on her
“Hey, Jean!
nal-guns? There's a wreck!
going!"
‘Oh, wait for me! I'll be there in
two minutes! Do wait!"
“Well, you must hurry!
work to do.”
Dick bounded
complete his own
Jean's fingers flew.
button
Did you hear the sig-
We're
We have
down the hall
hasty toilet, and
Every hook and
seemed to escape her excited
stairs in an incredibly short time,
bundled in her warmest wraps, Bhe
clutched at her father's arm as they
started out, half-frightened by the
blackness and violence of the storm.
Dick and Will were running ahead,
and they gave a shout as a rocket
suddenly shot up offshore
“She's right off here!” Dick called
back. ‘Captain Trall has two miles
to come! Let's go meet him and help
drag up the stuff.”
They turned abruptly down toward
the life-saving station, but they had
Trall and the two Prices, dragging
the little mortar as they ran, panting
with haste and looming up like huge
bears in their oil suits. Captain Trall
ed a question to him over the tumult
of wind and waves,
“It’s pretty bad!” he roared back,
hoarsely. ‘There ain't a boat
that could be launchel or landed in
that We've got the breeches-
but I don't know how we're go-
surf
buoy,
ing to get
Come on, she may go to pieces any
minute.’”
Jean shuddered, but in spite of her-
self her heart gave a leap of excite-
ment. The breeches-buoy! How
many times she had hovered arovad
it In the life-saving station, getting
Captain Trall to tell her how it was
that people came ashore in that little
thing, with only a rope above them
and a black and boiling surf beneath!
She would see it! If human hands
could do it this night, she would see
that shipwrecked crew come ashore
In it, one by one, over that howling
tumult of waves, She was almost
crying with excitement as she looked
over toward the dim figures of her
father and the boys, and thought that
they were lending a generous hand to
this fine work.
Another rocket went up from the
distressed vessel, and Captain Trall
sent up an answering signal from the
shore, volunteering the shouted opin.
fon that she was a three-masted
schooner, and by her location must
be grounded and in momentary dan-
ger of being pounded to kindling-
wood, but to Jean there was nothing
but a shapeless blo: against the dark-
ness. Ugh! How cold it was!
With terrible earnestness the men
on shore bent to their work. In the
gloom dheir faces were strained and
anxious, and Captain Trall's quick
orders showed him an entirely differ
ent man from the bluff, good-natured
sailor of the afternoon before. One
~=two-—three-—four—five life-rock-
ets soared out one by one toward the
vessel, but each time the wind sent
the rescuing line wide of its mark.
Captain Trall shook his head impa-
tiently, and tossed the sixth life.
rocket aside, turning his attention to
the hooked projectile which the life-
saving mortar threw out. Perhaps
that would do better.
Jean shivered and drew her wraps
closer. The darkness was slowly bee
ginning to lift, although she could
not yet distinguish the outlines of the
unfortunate vessel,
The snow of the afternoon before
had turned to a fine sleety rain,
which froze as it fell; the waves were
mountains of angry foam, and a fly.
Ing spume cut the face like needles.
Little icicles dripped everwhere, How
terrible it must be for the poor souls
out there!
Suddenly the slender line was shot
out over the waves, and Jean strained
her eyes to follow it, but it was lost
in the gloom. It fell short, and at
the second trial the wind beat it back
like a feather; but Captain Trail set
his teeth and walted for a momentary
lull, Then there were a few
of aching followed
lugty from tho shore as the
tightening of the line showed that
eager hands were fastening it to the
mast, A little more of the good work
and the first sailor would be making
that wonderful journey toward land.
Jean's heart was pounding with
excitement, but as she moved nearer
she heard the words, “Perishing cold,
poor souls!" jerked out grimly by
her father as he worked, and a sud-
den idea came which nearly took her
| breath away. Less than an eighth
of a mile away the light in their
kitchen window shone like a friendly
beacon, The sallors would be
dragged to shore drenched, numbed,
exhausted. The limited hospitality
of the life-saving station was two
seconds
suspense, by a
cheer
lage a mile and a half on the other,
she-—she was hostess while
mother was away.
i!
would somchow
and ran
good determination
escape, Jean turned
‘over the crashing waves,
i Was no time to be frightened.
| petuous young cyclone, threw
i wet coat on a chair and commenced
to work energetically at the fire.
i
|
i It seemed hours before the fire
ily round, starting up the fire in the
chilled sittihg room, opening the
room, bringing out
blankets, and doing everything which
could minister to the fort of half-
‘frozen guests bee
tween a sob and
her
“1 know I am greedy and
i selfish to live, but I did so want to see
them bring the I'll
never get another chance, never!
When hurried out
gray wintry
dismantled hulk of a vessel of
pounded by huge racing waves
seemed about engulf he:
| little group on the shore was now
| much larger, re-enforced by people
{ who had hurried down from the
lage, and they all were gathered
jabout a drenched, storm-exhausted
‘group of seamen. One of them lay
flat on the sand, with several peo;
| working over him
i A fem moments later father
and Captain Trall, standing side by
side, looked down in amazement at
ia slender, breathless girl, swaving
‘under the weight of a kettle which
i gave out the most enticing odor of
hot coffee. Over her left arm she
carried several cups, strung by their
| handles over a bit of string
| “You can bring the all up-to
{our house!" she panted. “It's warm
and beds ready-—and here's some
{ hot coffee for them—{for all of you
{| O Captain Trall, have they all come
in?"
She laughed next day
{called the desperate emphasis she laid
jon the word “all,” but Captain Trail
{ had had girls of his own, and he un-
derstood in a minute. Her father
ted her shoulder comfortingly,
and smiled over her head at the cap-
tain as he took the kettle away from
her.
“Why, no, not quite,” said
Captain Trall, cheerfully “You're in
time to see the last and best man of
all. We've just sent out for the cap-
tain. Stand ight here. Your pa'il
look after the coffes.”
A few moments later it was :1I
over, and she had seen it. The waves
were bounding high over the schooner
Beresford, but her captain, dragged
out of the very teeth of the surf,
stood in the midst of his crew, and
offered a grateful hand to
Trall.
“You are brave men, sir. You have
saved every soul of us, and I did not
think there was a man alive could do
it."
Before them
spare
com
Once she paused,
a laugh, and wiped
eyes,
too
crew ashore
the
the
she again,
of a dawn showed
which
Th a
to he
vit
vai
1
pe
her
m
a8 she re-
| pe
sissy,
all Captain Trall
drew Jean toward him.
part. Cap'n, let me introduce
first mate. She's here to keep you
alive, now that you've landed. Try
some of her coffee. It's first-rate.”
Half a year later, when Jean, a
rather young but very ambitious
teacher, had taken her first school in
a near-by town, she received a pack-
age with a foreign postmark. On a
little slip inside was written, “Com-
pliments of the Beresford,” and un-
derneath it was a gold chain of quaint
and delicate workmanship, with a
pendant attached. On one side of the
pendant was engravedatiny schooner,
and on the other these words: /
Jean Parsons Redfield,
For distinguished services at the
Wreck of the Beresford, February
20, 19,
~Youth’s Companion.
A=
The Dread of Riches.
The man of $10 a week income
had just been rejected. Vainly he
pleaded to haye the case reopened,
“No, George,” said the girl firmly,
“1 have read that all millionaires be-
gin on $10 a week or less, and 1
deem myself unworthy to be the wife
of a millionaire. Bome poor fellow
with about $20,000 a year might
catch me, though,” she added
thoughtfully. —Portiand Advertiser,
AN.
The world uses at least 170,000,
STATE OF PENNSYLVANI
Parts.
Hart-
0. K.
A breach of promise suit
started in the Prothonotary's
at Allentown by Miss Katie
man of Macungie, against Dr,
Hoppes, of Tamaqua Misg Hart-
man is 29 vears old and asks for
$5,000 damages. She allages that
Dr. Hoppes began courting her eight
years ago, and in last February, for
no reason, ceased his attentions On
March 4 he was married to Miss
Sue Brode, and now practicing
dentistry in the region.
Alleging great mental distress and
physical suffering, Mrs. Harrlet Low-
ry has entered suit for $10,000 dam-
ages against four women who hazed
her at her East Sandy home several
days ago. The defendants are Mrs.
Verda Lowry, a sister-in-law: Mrs.
Nellie Glaze, Mrs. Bertha Grigman
and Mrs. Hulda Pherson. The plain-
tiff alleges that the women came to
is
coal
polish and then gave her a coat
molasses and feathers. When Sher-
iff McElhinney went to Fast Sandy
to serve the summons he found that
the four women, having learned of
his coming, had left for the hills.
They remained in hiding for several
hours and until the Sheriff had taken
the train back to the county
eat. The women say that the good
of the town demanded that
Lowry be driven from it, and
hat they adopted the hazing method
of freak
Reading
last
election
Wednesday.
A number
were pald in
i
in the lightest and flimslest of
Summer clothing was hauled a dozen
times up and the street a
wheelbarrow man On
Walnut Street, a yo woman set-
tled a wager bv kissing a
man a dozen times
That the
short line
Wheeling
Thompson, the m
of Fave
indicated
&
tract for
and the
ovens at
approxi
coke Work
proposed
the
It
the
down in
by a young
publicly
Uniontown & Wheeling
the projected from
Uniontown by J r
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to
tte Coun
Was
Coke
only
will be
Green
Dr Flower,
old, a prominent dentist
known in the East
in Pittsburg of tuberculosis
illness four
father Dr
several years
daughter of
Standard Of
herited her
George W. Haskins, 64 years old.
senlor member of the law firm of
Haskins & McClintock died sudden);
at his home in Meadville of apoplexy.
He was for
of Latin language
Allagheny
practice o
was widely known
Battling
was res
of a long iliness, } ‘alter Yerkes
was stabbed nine times and t
iy wounded at the rk hie
Fulmor Statior
tha
bed
he
and
of Years
Ww
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Charles
of 8
magn:
several years professor
11 nd
ollege
( i
f la Years ago
Ww twenty
with her husband, who
evidently inss the 11
gerious
ym at
When
woman
the
had
the muzzle o
in his moutl
dropped to the
Mrs
daugh
and
escape from
fumes of coal
Shenandoah
ing. The damper on the
war closed, allowing the
fumes to penetrate the whole house
The barking of a pet dog down stairs
awoke Miss Eva just in the nick of
time She was badly overcome
that she was scarcely able to grope
her way to the window and let in
fresh air. She soon revived and then
hurriedly ran and opened windows
floor dead
Hag
Misses
Harry
asphyxiation
gas at tl}
Her
carly th
Charles nbuch, her two
+ and Eva,
had a narrow
from the
heme in
morn-
stove pig
tors,
her
son,
¢ other
ver
deadly
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sister and brother, but found them
in deep stupor Physicians were
summoned and after some hard work
every one was revived The timely
barking of the dog saved all their
lives,
President John Mitchell, of the
United Mine Workers of America,
who intimated in a speech at Coal-
on October 28, that he would
not remain at the head of the organi-
zation much longer, is a candidate
for re-election at the annual con-
to be held in Indianapolis
next January. Close friends of Mit-
chell in Mahanoy City, say that he
has made up his mind to remain
leader until
present agreement with the opera-
tors in April, 1909, in the hope of
forcing further recognition for the
miners in the hard coal fields.
Charles Mitchell, a young man, of
Three Tuns, near Ambler, owes his
escape from death after a train
crashed into his horse and wagon,
at a local crossing, to the fact that
Ambler stop.
tracks and the slowly moving train
smashed into his wagon. The horse
was bruised, the wagon practically
wrecked, commuters on the train
were thoroughly seared, and Mitchell
escaped with several bruises and
shock.
Forty boys employed at the Dia-
mond Glass Works, Royersford,
struck for an increase in wages.
They have been receiving $5 a week
and demand $1 a day. The plant,
compellad to close, throwing about
fifty blowers and a number of other
hands out of employment. .
While lighting a kerosene lamp
with a taper, Mrs. Rebecca Becker,
69 years old, of York, accidentally
ignited her clothing and was so
severely burned about the back, chest
arms that her recovery is In
doubt.
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