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THE LUCKY ROSEBUD.
la a distant country once dwelt a wo
man who waa very rich. Bhe owned a
inagnliicent palace, surrounded by
beautiful gardens In which crew every
flower known to that clime. She had
servants to wait upon her, and her
whole life seemed planned by an Indul
gent Creator, who desired that she
should possess more than an abund
ance of the good things of this world.
Tet In spite of all these blessings, she
was not happy. Whenever she looked
Into her mirror she saw a long, sour
face of a sallow hue and a mouth with
the corner turned down Instead of up.
"I'm very ugly looking," she told her
self; and as she said this her face
seemed to elongate. "Every day I am
growing older I shall only become the
homelier. In spite of all my riches, I
have never gained love. Here am I,
surrounded by beautiful things, and yet
not beautiful myself."
These thoughts made her very un
happy; and unhapplness is certainly
not a beautlfler. One day as she was
riding through the country, she passed
a small cottage. Flowers grew all
about it In the greatest profusion; and
between the pickets to the fence strag
gled a rose bush upon which bloomed
such large and perfect roses that the
lady bade her coachman stop the car
Hag that she might Inquire the varie
ty. As she entered the gate an old man
stepped forth upon the porch to the lit
tle cottage, and bade her enter. His
faoe was so cheerful and hs smiled so
pleasantly, that she could not help
smiling, too.
"Good morning," she said. "Will you
please to tell me the name of that rose
bush yonder? If you will sell It to me
I should like to purchase It. I never
before saw such large perfect flowers."
"They are fine roses," said the old
man. "I call It the lucky rose bush. It
Is not for sale; It was sent to me as a
resent from a lady whom I succeeded
i making beautiful."
"Indeed," said the rich woman. "Can
you be the old alchemist I have heard
so much about? People declare you
are near a hundred years old and yet
how hale and hearty you look! Is it
true that your famous pellets make wo
men beautiful? Would they do me any
good? You can see how homely I am."
The old man looked at her critically.
"I have seen plainer women," he paid.
"Your eyes are good, your nose straight,
your hair is abundant. To be sure you
have a sallow complexion and your
mouth certainly needs Improving. I
should not call you a hopeless case by
any means."
The lady looked gratified. "Oh!" she
- exclaimed, " if you could only make me
beautiful I would give you anything I
' possess."
"I shall not require much," said the
. alchemist; "only If you take my famous
pellets you must observe the rules that
go with them. I never take a patient
who Is not willing to follow exactly the
Instructions I lay down."
, "Ah," said the lady, "did you ever see
a woman who was not willing to go
. through fire and water to become beau
tiful? I will try your pellets, and I
promise to abide by the rules."
"Very well, then," returned the old
man. "Come tonight at sunset, and I
will have a Jar of them prepared for
you, and the rules written down. Here
ts a rose oft the lucky rose bush to take
home with you."
The lady went away and all day long
her mind dwelt upon the alchemist's
words. Promptly at sunset she ap
peared at the little cottage and re
ceived from the old man a small white
earthen Jar, filled with brown pellets,
that smelled like dried rose leaves.
"These pellets," he said, "are very
powerful Taken In the light manner
they promote good health and the bent
of digestion. You may begin by taking
one each hour in the day omitting
them at night; but be sure to remember
this. Whenever you place a pellet upon
your tongue you must have your mind
free from evil thought You must not
fed angry, malicious or envious; on the
contrary, you must smile and be good
tempered. It is of the highest Import
ance that you smile and feel pleasant;
otherwise the pellets will do you no
earthly good. The secret of their charm
Is the manner In which you take them.
After you have swallowed a pellet, place
your hand before your eyes and ooncen
trsita your mind upon the plesiantest
thought you can summon up. A very
efficacious thought," continued the old
man, "Is to plan some good you can do
to another. I have written down these
rules which. I now give to you. I prom
ise, If you follow my Instructions, that
at the end of one year, you will not only
have become a beautiful woman, but a
happy woman. When tho pellets are
gone, come and report to me. I will
give you more."
Next morning the rich woman awoke
feeling very ill-natured. Beside her bed
stood a maid with the Jar of pellets.
"Hers my mistress. Is your medicine,"
she said.
The lady remembered the old man's
warning and tried to smile. 6he tried
again and again but to no better pur
pose. She grew so cross over her fail
ure that she sat up In bed and scolded
the maid for some trifling neglect, until
the tears cams Into that poor domestic's
eyes.
"I shall be obliged to wait until after
breakfast before I take a pellet,"
thought the lady to herself; but the
meal did not please her; so she threat
ened to dismiss the cook, and fell into
suoh a temper that Anally she shut her
self up In her boudoir and determined
to have It out
She took a pellet from the Jar and
laid it upon the table. "Now," said
she, "I will fight It out I fear, that
taking these pellets will not prove such
an easy matter after all. Can it be
I am such an unpleasant person that
I find It hard work to smile and to feel
good tempered'?"
Presently, her eyes fell upon the rose
from the "lucky rosebush," whloh she
had placed In a sliver vase upon the
mantel. "How beautiful that rose is,"
' she thought In a moment her ill tern
' per was gone; she smiled and swallowed
the pellet She put her hand over her
eyes and tried to think of some good
aot sh could da Nothing presented It
self, unless It was to give the maid the
half holiday which shs had been longing
.for.
Shs called her and said: "Letty, you
may go noma I or a nail aay."
The maid was so pleased and
thanked her so gratefully that her
- ...til. ' U
However when night came, the lady
found she had taken but three pellets
In all the day. She had found It im
possible to feel good tempered of titer
than that
Next day she tried again; but it did
seem as If the hours Just flew by: it
was always time to take a pellet "At
this rate," she told herself. "I shall
never have any time to be ill tempered."
She felt herself like a soldier, ever on
the battlefield, fighting against evil
Jealousy and malice.
Her foes seemed so strong end so
able to cope with her good resolutions,
that she began, to fear she should not
take all the pellets In tho Jar, during
her lifetime; but she was a resolute wo
man, and having undertaken to "over
come," blie kept at it Then it really
did seem as if every pellet helped her.
At the end of a week she thought her
skin looked a shade less salluw and
(did she Imagine It?) tho corners of her
mouth hud lost a little of the droop.
Once In a while she caught herself
smiling between medicine time.
Now a wonderful change began to
work In this woman's surroundings.
Bhe first noticed It In her servants; they
became mure attentive, more eager to
serve her. and she felt herself begin
ning to sympathize with their troubles
and little trials in a manner quite for
eign to herself.
Before this, the flowers In her garden
had often run to seed. (She had so
many of them.) It had never occurred
to her to give them away; but now, she
found it so convenient when she took a
pellet, to think of a sick or poor person
who would enjoy having some flowers.
Then when her fruit waa ripe, she sent
It forth to gladden others, and yet there
was more tluui enough left. "Why I
do believe," she thought "giving away
only increases one s abundance.
One day, as she was taking a pellet,
an Idea suddenly struck her. "There
are a great many people I meet that
do not neod my gifts; now why can't I
smile on them and give them a good
thought?" She was so pleased with
this idea that the pellet slipped-gently
down her throat almost before she
knew It.
She rode out that afternoon and nil
the people she met she smiled upon
and gave them a good thought
She was surprised to see how kindly
they looked at her.
At the end of two months Bhe went to
the old alchemist's. "I've taken the
Inst pullet," she mild, "and I want some
more. Why ,1 feel like a new woman.
I never know before there waa so much
pleasure In life."
"And you begin to look like a new
woman," said the old man. "Only take
my pellets for a year, and I'll guarantee
you will be made over.
At the end of six months people be
gan to talk of the change in their rich
neighbor. Isn t It strange," they said,
"we used to think her such a plain. Ill
tempered woman! but now we've got
ten acquainted with her we think her
beautiful! Khe smiles so pleasantly
when Bhe passes one, and somehow you
feel ns If she were thinking good about
you."
These compliments began to reach
the ears of ths rich lady. She looked
into her mirror and found satisfaction
Her eyes were bright, her cheeks rosy
and her mouth curved with a smile.
"Oh, those wonderful pellets!" shs
cried. "How can 1 ever repay tnat da
man?"
At last the year was up. 80 much
had happened to the lady that she
could scarcely believe It was she "who
had once been counted plain and HI
tempered. Happiness and Joy had come
Into her life and love; for a prince
am one men had wooed and won her.
"It Is not for my wealth, you would
wed me?" she asked tremulously. And
he replied: "No; It la for very love of
you. You are so sweet and beautiful.
You do not give the world frowns but
smiles; and smiles are what we all need.
dearest.
In her Joy that night aha drove to ths
alchemist a cottage.
The old man met her.
"The year is up," she said, "and your
wonderful medicine has brought me
everything to be desired. As you told
me, I am no longer plain and sad I feel
Joyous and young. It is no longer an
effort for me to smile, or to plan good
for others. I will take your pellets as
long as I live. Come, tell me what I
can do to repay you?"
"Do?" said the old man smiling; "Oh,
you can bring me down a rosebud or
two for my business is Increasing.
"The pellets you took were only dried
rose leaves from the lucky rosebush.
You seasoned them with your smiles.
door lady, overcame your ill temper.
When evil la really vanquished, (it is a
law of the universe), good always sur
rounds us. You have fought a grand
battle ana overcome the enemy."
"Oh, to think, "said the lady as she
rode homeward; "Every woman In the
world might take dried rose leaf pel
lets and leairn to smile and to be
happy."
MARY E. STONE BASSETT,
Carbondale, Pa.
NOTES OP A HAPPY SUMMER TRIP.
(By Mrs. William Connell.)
"Quaint old town of toll and traffic,
quaint old town of art and song.
Memories haunt thy pointed gables,
like the rooks that round them
throng."
One who visits Nuremburg cannot
but be reminded of Longfellow's sweet
memorial of the ancient city, so full is
It of the relics and memories of the
past Wo of America felt strangely
new and unlearned In the lore of tne
world as we walked the narrow streets
and gazed at the towers so old that
even the sky and the Bunshlns seemed
young. The spell of other centuries
settle upon us as we climbed the
staircases of the grim old castle, with
in which still remain In horrid silence
the awful relics of medieval torture--the
spiked crndle, the cruel chair, and
the devices of Inquisition, such as turn
ed the brain with fnlntness and ma do
us glad to ruBh out into the light and
warmth 01 me August day.
Bright Indeed was the contrast In
seeking the memorials of Albrecht
Durer and dear old Hans Sachs, whose
memories seemed youthful compared
with the old city.
1
It seemed to us that nowhere waa ths
sunshine so bright, the earth so green
as la Swltaarlaad, !Ws shall never
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forget the loveliness of ths valleys, ths
brilliance of ths skies and the glory of
the mountains. The scrupulous neat
ness of the plots about the utue
chalets, the marvelous industry of the
people and the never ending splendor
of the scenery made us believe Swit
zerland the moat frrlnatl"r foreign
land ws visited.
We expected to And swarms of goats;
at least flocks of them, and began
looking to see them clambering up Im
possible precipices and feeding at mi
raculous angles as soon as we crossed
the Swiss borders. But we all decided
that more goats could be seen every
time we went through Pine Brook, in
dear old Scranton. than In a 1 the realm
of goats the famous Switzerland of our
dreams.
It was In Geneva that an over
whelming desire for pie attacked one
of our number, and it was in a Geneva
street, In the broad light of day, when
tnat particular person was seen
munching a strange looking tart the
nearest approach to the great Ameri
can pie that could be procured by
another member of the party, who had
previously stipulated that it must bs
devoured In public.
...
The plcasantest recollection of Ger
many Is that glorious day on the
Khlne. The castles were tumble down
enough to satisfy the most romantic.
The river was blue as the skies and
the Ivy over the crumbling walls on
the banks waa as green as our dreams
of Ivy mantled castles could possibly
be. Down the stream came number
less crafts of every sort, and from the
mastheads were flung the flags of na
tionsthe Union Jack, the trl-color of
France, the German eagles, and even
tho Roman pennant fluttered in the
summer breeze. The scene made our
pulses leap, but they quickly subsided
as we eagerly scanned the gay proces
sional and saw no stars and stripes.
There were beautiful flags, silken and
brilliant, but alas! no American Banner
drifted down the current We were
homesick at once, and one of our party
hurriedly turned her face aside, al
most to hide the tears of disappoint
ment. Just then another of our num
ber nearly fell overboard In wild en
thusiasm, for there, far above the
finest boat on the Rhine, floated the
red, white and blue, our bonnie, bo:.n:e
Hug. Perhaps we did not cheer!
But after all. the greenness of the
earth that rivals a Swiss valley, fed by
the glacier streams of the great moun
tain peaks; the clearness of the Sky
that outshines that of France; tho
loveliness of scenery that equals Ital
ian beauty, are found in the 1 ttle coun
try dear to many a Scrantonlan's heart
the Wales of the Welshman. The
beautiful quiet country places, the
noble trees and the splendid mountains
leave pictures never to be effaced from
the mind.
Cardiff, Caernavon, Bettws-y-coed.
What memories they leave with the
vlBltor.
ANNIE LAWRENCE CONNELL.
THE PAZZ1 CAR,
Florence Is the city of legends. Music
you may find in Naples and history in
Rome, but the last graceful touch that
gives such an Indescribable charm to
the "City of Flowers" is the story that
clings to every spire and dome, campa
nile and quaint gateway, while the
frowning palaces on each narrow street
are peopled with ghosts of the by-gono
days. We are all but "children of a
larger growth" and nothing is dearer
to our hearts than the fable which be
gins, "once upon a time." It Is this,
which throws such a glamour of
romance over all the highways and by
ways of this mediaeval town and puts
a gilded halo on the heads of imps and
hobgoblins as well as of saints and
meek-eyed Madonnas. For these leg
ends are so nearly history as to glvo
rise to quaint old customs and cere
monies, so that no one cares whether
they are true, so long as they are pic
turesque. There Is one narrow street In Flor
ence that always fills one with longing
"for the wings of a dove," not for Hying
away, but for soaring upward, where
the facades of the tall old palaces show
such a bewildering array of Medici
balls, Strozzl crescents and Pazzl dol
phins, where there are such hosts of
sculptured bats and demons, vases of
fire and garlands of stones, shrines and
escutcheons, that to pass on the pave
ment below and look up, Is like taking a
hasty glance thro' a book of fairy
tales. Not far from
DANTE'S HOME,
or the court where on that lovely May
day he first saw Beatrice, begins this
famous "Via degll Albruzzl." No part
of the city is richer in legends. Here Is
the great palace called for throe hun
dred years the "Unfinished," with Its
tale of a demon builder here Is the
"House of the Ugly Face." and the vast
pile of the Alessandrl, with their double
headed sheep as watch dog here is tho
tablet of the famous miracle of Saint
Zenobl, whose prayer restored a dead
child to life, In passing which the newly
made bishops, going In procession to
the cathedral, always walked barefoot,
but above all, here are the great palaces
of the Pazzl, to which all the city makes
a pilgrimage once a year. The whole
street once belonged to this, the wealth
iest of the Florentine families, but tho
name Is best known by "Pazzl Corner,"
where the famous car comes on Easter
Eve to Are oft its last bombs. Wealth
and fashion have deserted the street
now, but Its romantic charm will never
fade; what although a Swiss baker has
set up his ovens In the smaller Pass:!
palace and a tailor selis his cloth In the
larger; what although the"Unftnlshed"
now harbors telegraph operators In
stead of goblins; the bats over the win
dows and tho dolphins above the doors
are as "cinquecento" as ever and smile
serenely at men's efforts to tarnish
their fame. The Medtcl have left their
name stamped forever on Florence and
Florentine art, but their great rivals,
the Pazzl, have Joined theirs to a
strange mediaeval ceremony that will
keep It bright In peoples' memories as
long as the city lasts. It Is a tale of the
First Crusade, and like other legends,
has had time to take on many phrases.
As we just heard It. It ran thus: "In
1099 a Florentine of the name of Ra
ntero led 2,500 Tuscans to support God
frey de Bouillon In his attempt to re
cover the Holy Land. Ranlero planted
the first Christian standard on the
walls of Jerusalem, and in requital
Oodfrey permitted him to carry back to
Florence a light kindled at the sacred
Are on the Saviour's tomb.
Ranlero started on horseback to re
turn home, but finding that the wind,
as ho rode, would soon extinguish the
light, he changed his position and sit
ting with his face to the horse's tall,
conveyed the sacred rello safely to
Florence. As he passed along all who
met him called out that he waa pazzo,
or "mad," and thence arose the -family
name of the Pazzl. The light was
placed In the church of San Blaglo and
ever since on Saturday In Passion
Week, a coal, which Is kindled there, is
borne on the Carroccio to the Canto del
Pazzl before It is taken to the cathe
dral and In both places an artificial
dove, symbolical of the Holy Spirit, by
some mechanical contrivance, la made
to light a lamp before tho sacred Image
at this oorner and on the high altar of
the cathedral."
Other authorities will tell you that
besides the torch he brought from the
Churoh of the Holy Bepuleher In Jeru
salem, some pieces of Alnt stons from
Christ's tomb, the gift of Godfrey de
Bouillon, for his great proves, and
these stones were also deposited In San
Blaglo. When this was dismantled,
they wars moved to the oldest ohurca
In Florence, tho BantUslnl Apostoll,
whera they are kept to this day. Here
In the Holy of Holies are treasured
those small irregular bits of flint which
on the morning of Holy Saturday are
carried in state to the cathedral. In
memory of this, over the windows of
the Pazsl palace and on the capitals of
the pillars In this once beautiful court
yard are garlands of stones and vases
of lire, guarded by dolphins and busts
of Pazzl, long since dead, in circular
niches framed In triple, rows of egg
shaped stones.
For hundreds of years, the Arcs
throughout the whole city were extin
guished on Holy Saturday and the
archbishop taking these sacred stones,
struck from them a new Are, which was
carried to all the dwellings, each famliy
sending a member to the church with a
torch, a "facelltna" or little candle to
be kindled. Gradually there came to
be great contentions as to who should
get the first spark from the altar, and
when in 1399 a l'azzl was ths victor, the
family went mad with Joy. They mado
a grand festival, and year after year
celebrated the anniversary, until they
had made it one of the grand cere
monies of the year. A great car was
built, and, laden with fireworks, it was
drawn to the cathedral door, where it
was lighted by an artificial dove sent
down from the High Altar, and after
most of the bombs were exploded the
car was taken to Pazzi's Corner, where
the rest were sent off. furiously enough
these arose a superstition among the
peasants that the flight of this dove
was a prophecy of the year's harvest.
If It went straight, there were to be
good crops, but if, like many a naughty
American pin-wheel. It stuck fast, woe
to the unhappy contadino! He had lit
tle to hope from that Bummer's work.
On the morning of Holy Saturday
this spring, as we crossed the cathedral
square, there in the brilliant sunshine
stood the fnmous "Car," a vast con
struction, about thhty feet high, of
dark brown wood, Its wheels hidden by
a brown curtain, adorned with tho
Florentine Illy. On top were the Pazzl
dolphins, standing on their heads fir
Joy, and supporting by their tails a
crown, above which was what looked
to bo a circular chandelier, containing
the fireworks. There wore other
brackets with bombs about the lower
part and over all the bides wore strung
the national colors, red white and green
tissue papers, cut In scalloped pieces
about as large as your hand. Just such
as you may see strung on many a res
taurant chandelier to keep away tne
flies. The car stood in the open space
midway between the Baptistery And
the cathedral, the great western doors
of which were wide open. Fastened to
the car was a rope, stretched about a
dozen feet from the ground, which went
Into the church and up the whole length
of the nnve to the High Altar. It was
only supported once, just at the edge nt
the altar steps, where It rested on a pil
lar, on which, with a ladder, the emblem
of the Passion had been placed thcie on
(rood Friday. Now as Santa Maria del
Flore is 556 feet long, the "columblna,"
or little dove had no mean Journey be
fore him. They had made an aisle In the
church directly under the rope by plac
ing three rows of chairs, facing three
other rows, with a space of six feet be
tween. Otherwise the great empty
nave was filled with a crowd of peas
ants, standing silent and anxious, with
care written In eveiy line of the'r fae-s,
watching eagerly for the flight of the
dove. It was about a quarter be
fore twelve. The procession, which
had first gone aerois to the Baptist
ery to bestow the yearly blessing on
tho font where all Florentine babies are
baptized, now returning entered the
great doorway and passed up the aisle
archbishop, priests and acolytes all
dressed In faded old purple vestments,
ancient enough to have been an offer
ing from the very first Pazzl. It went
slowly up to the high altar and mnss
began, when Just as the "Gloria 111
Exeelsts" was reached, the clock struck
twelve, and with a sharp crack like tho
explosion of a bomb, down the rope
came the columblna, scattering a show
er of sparks. He sped strelght through
the open door, touched the car, then
turned and flew back to the altar. So
rapid was his flight that all one could
see was a white form like a bird out
lined against the glittering sparks. It
was a picturesque sight, the vast, dark
church, with its beautiful rose-color
and golden windows, the tall candles
blazing at the altar, far away the sun
light shining on the great doorway and
bringing out Its wonderful marbles
everywhere within and without the pa
tient, anxious throng of watehcrs, and
at last this fleeting vNlnn of fire. There
came a heavy booming sound and one
by one all the bombs on the car ex
ploded, the little wheel on top revolv
ing and tho red, white and green papers
flying in the breeze. Oh! what a din it
made! Shut In between the buildings
the sound was Intensified until it
seemed as If Santa Maria, with all her
statues and mosaics, as well as the
"gates of Paradise" across the way,
were all going skyward together. They
must be made of stern stuff to stand
this every year for centuries. The din
outside was great, but the din Inside
was greater, for had not the dove flown
straight as an arrow, and such smiles
of delight, such faces of ecstasy and
such a babel of sound arose! Out of
the door they all went In a mad rush to
congratulate the crowd ouslde and the
mass was left to take care of Itself.
After a short time large white oxen,
with glided horns and gay placques of
flowers on their heads and brilliant
trappings, were yoked to the car and
it passed, creaking and groaning
around the corner, seeming every min
ute as If It would topple over, but deter
mined while there was life in it to honor
the Pazzl. Down the street it traveled
on Its way to the old palace, where It
blew up the rest of its bombs to the
great delight of the dolphins on the fa
cade, which are In a perpetual grin of
joy. This Is not the original car for
many have been worn out in the ser
vice, but as one by. one they have
crumbled to dust, they havo hand
ed on their glories to a succes
sor. The whole ceremony is paid
for out of a Pazzl legacy, so that
they will probably do this as long, as
time shall last. We went to pay our
parting respects to the car at Its little
house, for It owns a mansion, where it
spends the 304 days of its retirement
from the world. Up near the quaint
old gateway, the Porta del Prato, you
will And wedged In between other
homes, a queer looking building of
stucco. It comes nearly to the top of
the second story windows of the Cor
slnl Palace, Its near neighbor, and has
for a front great wooden doors like a
barn opening, one above the other, so
that the car need never stoop Its proud
head. They are painted gray and as
we looked across the wide Pta del
Prato, the lower ones seemed orna
mented with pictures. Trusting to And
something heraldic or at least mediae
val, we crossed for a nearer view and
found
"Buy the Columbia Bicycle
The Best In the whole World."
Shades of the Pazzl! To what base
uses are ye come?
HELEN MACARTNEY.
Florence, April 10, 1S91
About the Right She.
"Haven't you mads Mr. Bulger's por
trait a good deal more than life-size?"
said one artist to another.
"Perhaps. You see, that's as big as
he thinks hs la." Tldf Bits. ,
IN EVANGELINE'S LAND.
"In the Acsdian land, on the shores
of the Basin of Minos.
Distant, secluded, still, the little vil
lage of Qrand-Pre' lay In the fruitful
valley."
.
The most Interesting part of Nova
Scotia, the spot where the quintessence
of her charm lies, ts the region about
Grand-Pre', the district Immortalized
by Longfellow.
The spirit of the poet still pervades
this part of the country, even the en
gines on the Dominion Atlantic rail
road bear the names of Gabriel, St.
Eulalle and Basil. The little steamer
on the Minns iiasin. Is named Evange
line, and the charming shore of Long
Island Is known as Evangeline Bearh.
The most popular headquarters for
visitors and one of the most attractive
summer resorts Is Wolfvllle. This pret
ty little town lies on one side of the
ridge which divides the valleys of the
Guspereau and the Cornwallls. Em
bowered In apple orchards, facing the
restless Minns Basln.sentlnelled by ma
jestic l'.lomldon, where the "sea foss
pitched their tents and mists from the
mighty Atlantic looked on tho happy
valley, but ne'er from their station de
scended," it combines the charms of
seashore and pustoral beauty. The air
has an Invigorating quality which Is
ignorant of malaria and guiltless of hay
fever. The town Is not without Its In
tellectual atmosphere. Here Is Acadia
College, a Baptist Institution for men.
The main building bears a strong re
semblance to our national capltnl. This
college maintains a good standing, Its
graduates entering without examina
tion, the senior class at Harvard. There
Is a manual training school, and Acad
emy and n Young Ladles' Seminary.
There are several ways by which tru
distance of three miles between Wolf
vllle and Grand-Pre may be accom
plished. By railroad, by carriage and
on foot.
The ilrst method accommodates the
touiiot who wishes to "do" Grand-Pre'
In a few hours. He Is satisfied with
hying glimpses from the car windows,
with tho few minutes at trio station
where the courteous ofllclals give all
the Information possible In so limited
a time. So satlslied that he Is even
unmindful of the irony of the wag who
adds to his comments on rapid transit,
the kindly suggestion to "look out for
Evangeline when the bell rings!" Sup
pose, however, one visitor to bo one not
too worldly, whose heart still beats a
trifle faster when ho steps on soil hal
lowed by poet's verse and we will stroll
with him through the shady lanes on
tho more attractive of the two roads
that lead to Grand-Pre.'
As we ascend tho slope to gain the
ridge, the beauty of the landscape Is
spread out before us. A pale green
expanse of marshland, the stretches of
ed beach, which the tide as It retreats,
leaves uncovered, the silvery winding
of the Gaspereau, the clumps of grey
green willows, the sparkle of the waters
of the Basin, now red, purple or green
according to the sky and home and the
wide-spreading orchards which make
famous "the apple lands of Acadia."
Imagine the beauty of sixty thousand
apple treeB in blossom on one place.
Then the more tangible charms of
the wayside. In few places has nature
scattered her gifts with more lavish
hand, Emerson's "worst wounds"
would have been here quiekly cured by
"a wlldr ose or a rock loving colum
bine," only the columbines are a little
more domestic In their tastes. They
are found usually by the fences and
often hanging around, so to speak, the
homesteads, from whose gardens they
no doubt escaped. They are of all
colors, pale pink, rose color, purple, pale
lavender, white and blue, larger than
ours and frequently double. The wild
rose Is larger, of many shades of pink
and of delicious fragrance, and ths
sweet brier, with Aldrleh we wonder
"What mortal knows whence come the
tint and odor of tho rose." Hue In the
shade is a bit of charming carpeting
made by the dainty foliage of the wood
sorrel and there ore banks of pnrtrldge
vine perfuming the air with Its deli
cate odor. In the enjoyment of Na
ture's largess he almost fought, we ore
on an historical pilgrimage until we
find ourselves at the quaint old church
of the Covenanters, which was built
by tho settlers who came to replace the
banished Acadlans. Of course.t his
building has nothing to do with Evan
geline's times, but It Is the oldest edi
fice in this locality. It Is small, has
the old box pews, a sounding board
and such a very high pulpit that as
some one suggested, the minister could
easily In laying down his notes, mis
take the railing of the rallerv for the
top of his desk. Now we reach our
goal, it is nearly lltera v true that
"naught but tradition remains of tho
neautlrui village of Grand-Pre'!" Still
there are to be found some traces of
rrenon occupation. The modern vil
lage stands back little on the hlllnlrln.
but the station Is very nearly !n the
heart of the village, where the Acadlans
lived and loved. Some years ago a
wen whs umcuvereu iy some gold dig
ger, which is now known as
lino's well. It Is to he regretted that
uiBieuu 01 me gracerui sweep with Its
moss-grown bucket, the well Is lncon
grouously fitted up with a modern,
bright red pumn.
Nearby the foundations of a building
supposed to be the chapel where the
Acaaians were imprisoned, have been
discovered, and here, too, we locate by
the finding of tools, the smlthv
Basil. Just beyond ts the long line of
French willows4 that marks the single
Bireei. via ana gnarled are the wil
lows! Had we the ears of Molampus
or could we like Ilhoeotis of old some
service render what might we not learn
from these willows of Evangeline and
her people!
The story of the great tragedy needs
no repetition, but while we yield our
selves to the pathos of the poet It Is
well to keep undlstorted the history
point of view. One should take his
Parkman as well as his Longfellow to
Evangeline s land.
It is not only In song and story that
the Arcadians survive. An Interesting
monument to their patient, unceasing
ton remains in tne wide, ricn meadows
which stretch like a pale green Island
across the country. These lands were
all reclaimed from the sea. Here the
waters of Minos have a rise and fall of
fifty feet, and these mighty tides were
fenced Into their channels by the long
rampart of dikes. Eternal vigilance Is
the price of this possession and today
the land owner works as did the
Frenchmen nearly two hundred years
ago. lAJUiSE H. C. BUELL.
RESURQAM.
I enter my garden this fair May day,
And I find a rose that last year gave
Of beauty and fragrance a wealth of
Joy.
Though long It lay In Its winter grave.
Oh, glad is the flower that cheers the
Bight,
And graces the wakening days of
spring.
Whir 'HS the world with Its golden
Ana nets the fields ablossomlng.
I gaze at the rose In my garden fair,
And my thoughts fly upward towards
the Bky,
Where faith revests a garden rare.
Perennial In Its ecstasy.
I walk the lanes where my dear ones
lie,
, Like flowers asleep In ths Winter's
gioom,
And my garden rose Is a prophecy,
- And a halo Is spread above the tomb.
GRACE NIVEN.
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A GIRL'S ADVICE ON FLOWER OAR.
DENINQ.
What to Plant and How, By a Practical
Florist
When the bright sunshine days cf
spring come and Dame Nature Is attir
ing herself In all the fashionable
shades of green, then it Is that the
heart of all womankind plunges deeply
Into the Intricacies of cleaning and
renovating,, and In these days her
thoughts do r.ot confine themselves to
the Interior of her domain, but extend
to the exterior as well, for wise woman
that she Is, she Is well aware that no
matter how beautiful the architecture
of her house may be, it Is Indeed a bar
ren and forlorn looking place without
the refining and softening effect of
vines and flowers about it.
If wealth reigns In the home the solu
tion of her problem Is an easy one; all
she has to do is to go to her favorite
florist. Issue an order for her flowers
and for a man to come and trim, prune,
plunt, transplant, weed, etc., etc, then
she can enjoy the results; or If not sat
isfactory, can relieve her mind by
redding the florist; but, to the major
ity of women the question looms forth
with a more difficult aspect, and It Is
to this majority thess few hints are ad
dressed. THE WOMAN OF MODERATE
MEANS.
If you cannot hire your work done,
you can at least do It yourself, with the
occasional helping hand of the some
times useful man, useful even In these
days of advanced woman and you will
find an enjoyment, one too that will
add to your health In cultivating your
flowers, besides the added charm to
their beauty and fragrance will bs all
the greater from your close association
with them.
First, take Into consideration the
amount of ground you will have to use
and all the spots and nooks you wish
brightened, then carefully select ths
flowers that will be suited to the differ
ent places. Beware of attempting too
much. A few varieties well grown and
cared for are much more effective than
a heterogenous mass of a little of
everything, which will result In not
much of anything. Don't make the
mistake of taking a seed catalogue and
selecting all the flowers with long
names, accompanied by highly colored
representations, for in some cases they
grow to
A FAR BETTER DEGREE OH
PAPER,
thnn they do In nature, and In other
cases they require the care of an ex
perienced gardener with the aid of
glass to bring them to perfection; so
be content with the old-fashioned flow
ers of our grandmothers, which, like
the grandmothers themselves, are tried
and true and you will be sure of suc
cess, that is provided you don't think
that all you have to do is to plant the
seed and your work ends there. Tour
garden will need a constant dally care,
It Is not the fitful work of hours or a
day once in two or three weeks, that
makes a success of anything, much less
a garden, It Is the moments spent every
day that will bring the results.
WHAT TO PLANT.
Now a few words as to your choice
of flowers.- Of course you will want
sweet peas, their variety of color and
fairylike blossoms making them a gen
eral favorite, these can be planted as
soon as the frost Is out of the ground,
up to the last of May, and by keeping
the blossoms well cut, not allowing any
seed pods to form, you will have flowers
until frost comes. Plant thickly in a
trench about six or seven Inches deep,
in good rich soil, covering at first to the
depth of about two inches, then as they
grow you can gradually fill up the
trench until the roots are the six Inches
below the surface and your vines are
Insured against dying out with the first
hot weather. The wire netting pur
chased at any hardware store will af
ford excellent support for them and can
be used year after year. Nasturtiums
can be sown where you wish them to
grow. Plant about two inches deep in
a not very rich poll and you will have
a wealth cf blossoms, which with their
delicate green leaves form an excellent
cut flower for your house, filling It with
a spicy odor. For another vine the
morning glory Is too well known to
need any rrentlon. In the remainder
of your garden you can have verbenas,
whose bright colors against the deep
green leaves, form a bed of Persian
efl'ect. Phlox.both stor and drummonde,
marguerites. carnations, dlanthus,
pinks, these deserve special mention for
a packet of mixed seeds will prove a
dally surprise to you In the variety of
blossoms and coloring, lasting until
fall, and with a light covering will
stand our winters, welcoming you In
the spring. Asters you will need for
late blossoms, coming when your sum
mer flowers have gone. Calendulas,
marigolds, slnnas will each give you a
brightness that will prove as attractive
In Its way as the more delicate blos
soms. Popples, with their reminders of
Oriental glories, in their gorgeous
colors; panslos, whose bright little
faces are well known and loved, csn be
given a shady little nook; nicotians,
with Its tall spikes of graceful fragrant
white flowers, opening In the afternoon,
must not be forgotten, for they are de
lightful cut for evening use, being then
at their perfection.
Mltrnonette, sweet alyssttm and lo
belia will be needed for bordering. Cos
moss, candy tuft, stocks balsams, pe
tunias nnd many others can be added
to this list, the only question being that
of room.
SEED SOWING.
And now a few words as to the sowing
of seeds. 80 many failures are laid to
poor seed, which probably were the re
sult of too deep planting. A very satis
factory way Is to pulverise the soli
where the seed Is to be planted as Anely
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as possible, making a surfaos smooth
and fres from lumps of dirt On this
sow your seed; have at hand mora Ane
dirt, this scatter lightly over the seed.
Just covering the finest and ths larger
from an slghth to a half inch, than pack
ths soli down firmly to prevent the
rains from washing, which would rs
suit were the dirt left loose.
To transplant take a eloudy day, if
you can, and when ths plants have
three or four leaves, choose ths place
where they are to grow, and having
loosened and softened ths soil, make a
hols the depth you wish to put ths plant
and fill It to ths top with water. Into
this miniature well put the plant and
firmly pack the earth around It Plants
Ret out in this way, and It applies to
large ones equally as well, do not readi
ly wilt, even where the sun comes out
upon them, although It Is better to pro
tect them with a light covering and you
will And this plan wonderfully success
ful. The most arduous part of your work
Is now done, the most required will be
a vigilant watch over the weeds, a
weekly loosening of the soil about the
plants, to give them the benefit of fresh
air and the dews, refreshing them with
plenty of water during the dry season,
and your work and care will be amply
rewarded by the attractiveness of your
surroundings and the pleasura you will
have In not alone enjoying them your
self, but In the contributions you can
make In brightening the paths of
others less fortunate than you, who,
perhaps, have no homes to beautify.
Don't be afraid to cut and give, the
more you cut the more you will have.
Flowers are very typical of unselfish
ness. They will, also, doubtless prove a
magnet to the various small urchins,
promenading our streets and they too
will probably make many a demand
for. "Pleas missus, gimme a flower,"
or may astonish you, as one did a lady,
who, in response to a ring, opened ths
door and was confronted with the re
quest. "Please, ma'am, will you give me
some flowers to put on a corpse what's
dead"
ELIZABETH GERALD MUMPORD.
ARBUTUS.
Ere thou fadest. Queen of Spring,
I'll tell thee why thy blossoms brlns;
Such grief that never bloom of thine,
Can cheer this aching heart of mine,
And though thy fragrance freight ths
air,
Naught comes to me but blank despair.
For one bright day in sunny May,
When birds sang sweetest roundelay.
And Spring, from out her burial place,
Had hastened forth with wondrous
grace.
My dear one lay In coffined bed,
With thy sweet blossoms round him
spread.
And now Its web arbutus weaves,
And lovers And thee 'neath the leaves
And forests feel thy fragrant breatnj
I think not of thee, but of death.
And yet as thou didst sleep and waits
My lovs may live at morning's break.
AMT PETTT DECKER.
Palls, Pa.
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