An Old Road. Io days that were—no matter when— "T'was not a weed-grown palindrome. At either end fj dreamy glen, But led, like other roads, to Rome, Its dust was ridged by many wheels That rolled to market, church and fair; But now, a wave of grass conceals The road that leads not anywhere, The ohipmunk haunts its tumbled walls Where roses walt kiss, And honeysuckle droops and falls Entwined with ropes of clematis. the wild-bee's And here the nesting meadow lark Hath built; and wisps of malden- hair Q’er-veil the mark The road that leads grooves that faintly not anywhere. Because it Of sullen year, ts twilight owns a softer star- A silence lingers here. bere the grinding jar wheels from year 0 Sweeter And worn by toll and stress As truant urchins let ua fare, Like our dear pathway, purposeless— The road that leads mot anywhere, ~ Arthur Guiterman, in the New York Times. we, ou S RIDA Treed by a Snowslide BY JOHN H, HAMLIN. 4 PEP INDE PEPNPWNPWPN PY PEIN It was a ry afternoon in Nevada mountains, and the campers lolled at their ease hammocks swung beneath the when Anne, the energetic ad at .the flap of the girls’ text and sug- gested a trip to Rock Lake, there was no burst of enthusiasm from the lazy ones, “It's sultr the in 3 x pines. So one, Appear just cloudy fishing. Won't éntreated Anne, strap of a fish-basket ders. At these words Elliott Noxon's ed head appeaged above a hammock “Besides,” Anne, “the climb to Rock give one a fine appetite Noxon, the every-hungry back with a sigh, “Oh, it's too hot to be strenuous, Aone, apd I'm famish ed right now, Let's wait till ing.” But the girl ed out a fiyrod from leaning against a tree forth for the lake. ter, followed close Rock Lake lay about a the camp The it crossed a mount border of which huge fir- and tents of the the far side of in massive, up scul basin, Lake shimmered a Arne was no novice at ing, neither was she an fisherman. When she bluff that hid from view tttered a little cry of delight at scene below. The surface was rippled just enough breeze to make the fhe waters in most The girl lost no time in gaining the shores, and in the excitement of casting her flies to the “gamy” trout she was totally unconscious of all alse But Rags the dog, who had chosen to act as her guardian, suddenly up a longdrawn howl. Heavy black clouds were over the mountains. Rumblings thunder were cach moment growling more distinet. Anne paused in her fishing long enough to scan the approaching storm clouds. They looked ominous lndeed. but the trout were rising to the flies 80 beautifully that she could not re alist another cast. A fine lusty trout feapad for fly before it touched the water; for ten minutes Anne stub. bornly played him. Rags's frequent howlings hardly interrupted the girl's tussie with the fish. By the time she safely landed the two-pound trout, the dog lost all patience. He caught the edge of the girl's short skirt in bis teeth and gave it a sharp tug "O Ragsie, isn't it a beauty?” Rags's response was a more vigor ous pull at her skirt. “Yes, Rags, 1 am satisfied now. We shall run for camp this very in- stant.” A clap of thunder punctuated this remark. Anne realized that she would have to hurry to escape a severe _ Mtenching. (She hastily wound up her line, slipped the reel in the pock- et of her jacket, and as she unjointed her flyrod a warm drop of rain fell upon her hand. “O dear me, Rags, why didn't 1 obey your warning long aged We shall have to take the short cot to camp.” The short cut was down a deep gorge that cleft the western wall of the mountain. Although it was mid- summer, the altitude was so great that the gorge was choked with a buge drift of smow, which complete iy filled the upper portion and termi mated in a wall of dripping fce half. way down he canon. It was a quick but dangerous de- scent. The campers had used (t but omcé before, only to find the way enough for good some n one I usted the Not ar ahonl nin JNO a $ as 1) hh a SUE a about tousi- the edge of continued Lake will for supper.” one sank even- shook her head, pick- the assortment BL ry SEL. trunk, and “Rags,” the at her heels mile from leading to mn site ain meadow the trees, snuggled party Frou bluff rose volcanic terraces; toward the summit, pine camping this meadow high crudely ptured like mou inexper topl pn 5 fenced ihe the lake she the of the the sl over by flies skim alluring fashion Bm ro liing the Frond by the louger trail preferable. tb A flash of lightning decided Anne's course, She scrambled through a tangle of manzanitas, climbed up a rocky gully to the mountainous rim encircling Rock lake, and followed a faint trail that took her streight to the glacler-like mass of snow that dipped downward at an astonishing angle, Rags ran ahead of her whin- ing pitifully at every “thundercilap. The rain came dJown in big warm gplashes. The heart of the storm was roaring across the lake and hurry- ing on its drenching way hard after the fleeing girl A blazing glare of lightning, fol- lowed by a terrific report of thund- er, frightened Anne so that she broke into a run down the hard-packed snow. She seemed to be flying along with fearful velocity, and alarmed lest she should lose entire control of her- self, she dug her heels in the crust —Jost her balance in so doing, and fell backward upon the snow, She sat up and was about to regain her feet, when she discovered that the canon's sheer walls were sliding up- { hilll The sight { closed her | matural | neath her the made her dizzy. She to shut out the un- spectacle, only to feel be an undulating movement of Show p eves ack Then it dawned upon Anne that the huge drift of had been started i from its bed by the storm. She open i od her eyes and screamed with ter ror as another thunderbolt crashed overhead. It seemed to rock the very ! mountainside and give fpesh impetus the avalanche, Anne staggered to her feet im- {i pelled by a wild desire to seek safely | in flight. She took but half a dozen when the careening mass up her, rolling her over and over in the rumpled, broken drifts. She was almost smothered, terribly frightened —anid when she felt herself dashed against &he projecting limbs of a tree and wedged roughly among the thick she nearly lost cone sciousness But with flerce tenacity she clung to the bending, crackling i boughs while the avalanche boomed with a roar that drowned even peals of thunder The in the top of which she had lodged, stood near the side of the nd luckily escaped full the snowslide. But vastige a branch, save the topmios! cluster, was sheared off by the grinditog mass of snow, ice and debris Anne was too badly scared to notice this: too dazed to move a muscle. She had miraculously escaped awful from crushing avalanche, he was being assured she was, SLOW | to steps Sev branches, f past the pinedree, been ROOTES { of of Lae force every the far from of her high above bed of the canon The storm, too furiously in the devastated path of the snow. slide wind swayed and rocked i the towering pine A long branch {that had been by the ava lanche was torn from the tree trunk and hurled far down the ravine The rain fell in sheets, soaking poor | Anne to the skin. Through it all she { kept her arms about the Tree trunk. The thunder grew less heavy lier elevated position Anne saw gafety. perched as ae folk TW od te sae missed i wked | the black r- | the camping she fargo! ing of the For a moment plight in think danger of her companions; i ben she shivered with cold as a blast | of wind gave the big pine a farewell twist, i The i flere penetrated a rift { to the horizon grounds her own storm had spent ita short, The rays of the sun in the clouds. Close was this rift. but the | Welcome sunshine was none the less comforting to the cold, marooned girl | At camp they were greatly worried when the stormclouds broke over | Rock Lake he dull roar of the snowslide caused a panic among the women. It sent the men post-haste find Anne When they had gone half-way across the meadow, they saw Rags, wet, bruised and running on three legs. He was coming over the shortcut route i and yelping at every limping step. The men were sick at heart, Round. ing the shoulder of the mountain, they cut off their view of the gorge, they say a mass of snow, earth and up- rooted trees scattered over the moun tainside “Do you suppose she started home that way? asked Tom Sanders, “I=1 hope not, Why, oh, why did not I go with her!” moaned Elliott Noxon, A faint halloo seemed to echo this plaint. It was repeated with more emphasis, In a verf! few moments Anne's whereabouts were discovered by the astonished searchers, “Well of all things, Anne! Do tell us how you ever got up in that tree!” shouted Ellott Noxon. “Oh, 1 can tell you that, Biliott” came the somewhat hysterical reply, “if you will first tell me how 1 pm aver to get down!” It did appear to be a dificult prob. lem to solve. The pine’s big, smooth bole soared up sixty feet, with never a branch for a foothold, The poor of the canon was a ragged bed of boulders. A fall from the tree meant death, “If we could got a rope up to you, Anne—" suggested Biliott.! “If? Why, we must!” asserted Tom Sanders, “0 boys, I have it!" cried the girl, with sudden cheerfulness, From the pocket of her fishing jack. et she produced her reel, with its one hundred and fifty feet of olled silk line. She fished a lead sinker Low, af the same pocket. attached it areer, to to the line and then began carefully unreeling, “Run for the picket-ropes, body!” shouted Elliott Noxon, Anne superintended. the details of her own rescue with exceeding calm- ness, She drew up the spliced picket. ropes hand over hand, and knotted an end securely round the tree. She made the descent according to the most approved gymnastic methods. The moment she felt the touch of arms uplifted to steady her and solid ground beneath her feet she indulged in a good cry. But then she sald she was entitled to at least that bit of feminine comfort, and the boys thought 80, too.~—Youth's Companion, some. CANVAS GLOVES AND MITTENS, Some Eight Million Pairs Made Last Yedr in This Country. For an infant industry the mann facture of canvas gloves and mittens appears to be doing very well. It i8 ag yet scarcely fifteen years old and it did not fairly get into its stride unti: about five vears ago, bit there were turned out in this country last year such goods to the number all told of 80,000 000 pairs. What started the first canvas glove and mitten ory to be a moot que probable that the first likely a pair of mittens, was made by some farmer's wife for her husband's use, and that utility commended them other farmers’ wives made the same sort mittens gloves for their husbands until use be came more or leas common in a neigh- borhood or distriot, then some body began making for sale. Now there canvas gloves and mitten factories scattered throughout the United States. There is one east ern concern 18s that has fourteen States east of the Mississippi includ. ing one in this State, and canvas gloves and mittens are worn all over the country, and they are now export od to various foreign countries, Canvas gloves and mittens are made for women as well as for men and they are produced in great variety, in various styles, and of course in various sizes and in canvas of various thicknesses and in colors white, gray, brown and striped. and some have attached to them leather palm pads and thumb pieces, and some have attached woven woolen wristlets and there are canvas miltens that are woolen lined, Canvas gloves and mit. tong are made In two bundrad or more varieties, They are fact stion. It is pair, and appears this most as their of or their and them are i } Hs ir in the Dusly various River, factories In worn by [ronhiandlers, who perhaps buy those faced with leather or use with them separate leather palm pieces. They are worn by motormen and cab drivers and aw tomobile drivers and truckmen, and by farmers and gardeners and bY la borers by men engaged in various kinds of work, and in homes they are used in tending the furnace Canvas gloves and mittens sel] at prices ranging from 10 cents to cants a pair, with a fow styies run ning ap to 35 cents, Those without leather trimmings can be washed, but they are more likely to be worn til they are thrown away. The raliroad engineer, for instance, who fanciad canvas: gloves might buy canvas gauntiets by the dozen palrs at a cost of 25 cents a pair and put on a fresh pair every week: the laborer at work or another might buy a pair of canvas gloves for 10 cents and wear them till they worn oul--New York Sun, No Mistake, A New York produce which prides orders correctly, received a from a New Jersey customer cently saying: “Gentlemen we over knew take in He Fe one are commission on filling iot- re- house, all ter itself this is the flrs: Time you to make a mis our order You are well try eges, poor for our trade. do with them?” The fair fame of the house for nev. er makiog an error seemed (0 be at stake, but the bright mind of the Junior partner found a way out of it He wrote: “Gentlemen: We afe sorry to hear that our last shipment did not suit you, There was, however, no mis take on our part. We up your original order reads as follows: ‘Rush fifty crates eggs. We want them bad. "Phila delphia Ledger, Eighty Years Old; Never Votea. All sorts of men are noted for all sorts of things, and here is a man in Rockland, Mass, just deceased, who was famous for having abstained throughout his eighty years of life from castiog a ballot. As a boy he listened to political wrangles between the Democrats and Whigs and became 80 disgusted with polities that he vowed he would never go near the polls. What a text for a sermon on the duties of citizenship! Yet there are thousands of men who are irrl tated by the evils of politics and who would rather keep aloof than mix in and help eliminate them. It is so easy to deplore the wickedness of politicians and to assume the holier than-thou attitude; it is not so easy to come out like a man and take a stad against the politicians, To de fy bosses and machines in public re quires stamina. Providence (R. 1) Journal, The last you sent are too What shall we and find it For the completion of the Damascus Wert Teasar ante oh rt) Household Notes LRT? P,E0,90;8 Ans viane srs A SIMPLE WARDROBE. A bedroom door closed to another apartment may be converted into a wardrobe by nalling a shelf above the lintel of the door and putting hookh beneath, and also along the closed door beneath. Hang cretonne curtaing from the shell to them on the sides to the door jambs to keep out the dust—Boston Post. TO WASH CHAMOIS ro wash a chamois make a latner stir, but do ia cold water, shape and dry rub be pent not rub shake out, dry. 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