DISTANCE.
& hundred miles between us
Could never part us more
Than that one Step you took from me
What time my need was sore.
'A hundred years between us
Might hold us less apart
Than that one dragging moment
‘Wherein I knew your heart.
Now what farewell is needed
To all I held most dear,
So far and far you are from me
I doubt if you could hear.
—Theodosia Garrison, in Ainslee’s Mag-
8zine.
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LOTTIE BRETT'S
WINDHAM EXPERIENCE
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By Gertrude L. Stone.
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When Lettie Brett came down to
supper wearing her pink waist, the
other girls at Miss Gordon's table
knew that the thermometer of Lottie’s
Spirits registered high.
“The Bowdoing glee and mandolin
clubs are going to give a concert at
Windham a week from next Saturday
night,” she announced, as soon as
there was opportunity. “I saw their
pictures in the drug store window this
afternoon. I want to go. Don’t the
rest of you?”
The idea met with instant approval
on the part of the other girls.
“Of course I want to go,” said Lil-
lian Walker. “Don’t I live next door
to one of the tenors, and haven't I
played with him since he wore
dresses?” ;
“I should like to go because my con-
sin is leader of the glee club,” said
Edith Wallace, with obvious pride. No
other girl at Winthrop Heights Sem-
inary could claim that distinction.
“Well, my brother’s chum is in the
mandolin club,” added Lottie Brett.
“Which accounts for your musical
ability, does it?’ asked Lillian Walk-
er, teasingly, for the cheerful Lottie
was hopelessly unmusical. ;
“No, for my interest in music, and
shows that it is on the same founda-
tion as yours,” she retorted so prompt-
ly as to crush other remarks. “Will
you chaperon us if Doctor Manning
will give us permission to g0?”’ she
asked of Miss Gordon, the teacher
who presided at the table. Miss Gor-
don was willing to go, and later Doc-
tor Manning’s consent was readily ob-
tained.
Just: before supper on the night of
the concert Miss Gordon went to the
principal to tell him she understood
that some of the college boys of Wind-
ham and their friends had arranged
for a little dance to follow the con-
cert. She fancied that the girls had
known of, it longer than she had, and
that & accounted in part for the in-
terest in the concert and the fact that
ber party numbered eighteen. “They
want to know if they may stay,” she
said.
“No,” answered Doctor Manning. “If
the concert is over in time for you to
take the ten-ten car, I think wou had
better come home. Since the cars run
only once an hour, the next one would
keep you out later than seems to be
desirable on a Saturday night.”
“May we stay to the dance?” the
girls asked, eagerly, at. the supper-
table.
‘Not if the concert is through in
time for us to take the ten-ten car,”
reported Miss Gordon.
“It wom’t be,” said Lottie optimis-
tically. “The boys will be called back
over an@@ over again—at least, they
were when I heard them last year.”
Such is the power many persons
have of convincing themselves that
what they desire to have come to
pass must somehow happen, that
when the party reached the hall, and
Miss Gordon counted her charges, she
noticed that almost without exception
they were dressed for dancing. It
was, indeed, a very attractive group
the chaperon saw; and anxious to
have the girls enjoy themseives, al-
though not anxious to remain until
the last car, she indulged in the hope
that the concert would be short, and
that the girls might have the fun of
a few dances before the ten-ten car.
The concert began promptly; the
audience was enthusciastic; the two
clubs generous in their encores but
prudent as regarded their length, for
although there was no public an-
nouncement of the fact they had
agreed to end their program at fif-
teen minutes before ten. They did
not, however, make their final bow to
the audience until ten minutes before
the hour. Miss Gordon saw the futil-
ity of further hope that there might
be time for a dance or two, but she
heard Lottie Brett give away the first
three dances without a shade of doubt
in her gay voice. The ushers pushed
the seats back and the committee of
arrangements seemed to be hurrying
preparations in all possible ways, but
the orchestra was ‘not even in place
when Miss Gordon sent round word
to her party that it was time to
leave.
Some of the faces, bright and
charming a few minutes before, were
decidedly unattractive as the group
passed down-stairs to take the car.
“It’s just as mean as it can be!” de-
clared Edith Wallace. “Doctor Man-
ning wouldn't care. He said we might
stay if the concert wasn’t over.”
“She doesn’t want to stay nerself,
and she doesn’t care whether we have
a good time or not. Horrid old cat!”
said June Dennison. “I'm going to
stay and take the special car after
the dance, and go to Aunt May’s to
spend the night. Come, tco, Edith.
Aunt May would love to have you.
She’ll be on our side.”
Lottie Brett bringing up the rear of
the party could not help hearing the
conversation between the two room-
mates. With her excitable and impul-
sive temperament there seemed to her
at that moment just one desirable
thing in the world, and that was to
be allowed to stay to the dance, Why
should she not, too, wait and take
the later car?
There was not much time to think
about it. Almost as soon as the side-
walk was reached, the ten-ten car ap-
peared and stopped, and a flie of
cross, disappointed girls began to en-
ter it. Miss Gordon, young and in-
experienced in chaperoning, stepped
in when it ‘was naturally her turn.
Half the girls were behind her. Soon
the car moved on, and when Miss
Gordon looked about her it was to
find that three of her party were
missing. She did not see that it
would be the sensible thing for her
to jump off as quickly as possible and
g0 back, since the fifteen on the car
had shown they could do without a
chaperon much better than the three
who stayed behind. To her mind, she
was responsible for a party and that
party was on the car.
Lottie Brett came to herself before
the car had gone far. Then she
waved her hand frantically and called,
but no one appeared to notice her.
She started to run up the middle of
the street, to the great amusement of
June Dennison and Edith Wallace,
who had yielded to their temptation
the moment Miss Gordon had stepped
on board. They had slipped away
from the others and gene rcund back
of the car. :
“Come back!” they called once, but
Lottie did not heed them. She stum-
bled along the car track for almost a
block while the car was in sight; then
realizing that she would attract at-
tention, she hurried along the side-
walk.
No thought of the dance entered
her mind her one all-controlling idea
was that she ought to go home, There
was no car for an hour, and there
was nothing for her to do but walk as
fast as she was able. To be openly
disobedient was a new experience for
Lottie, and the immediate effect was
10 make her feel sick at heart. It
was five miles home, it was after
ten o'clock, it was dark and she was
decidedly timid, but after the wave of
unavailing regret breke over her, it
would have taken physical force to
keep her from the journey home.
She was on the outskirts of the
city in twenty minutes. Then there
were four miles of country road.
There were frequent houses, but at
half past ten most of them were
dark. There were several long inter-
vals without a house. Lottie was
thoroughly frightened and thoroughly
miserable, but it never occurred to
her to turn back. With the determin-
ation that was her endearing quality
she kept on; she ran, she walked, part
of the time she travelled along the
car-track; then again she tried the
road. Once a carriage came along,
but she hid behind a tree until it had
passed.
When she was half way home it
seemed to her that she could not hold
out for the remaining distance, but
she stopped running so often, and
found she could keep on. The last
half-mile, in fact, was the easiest in
some respects. Most of the time she
was covering that distance she could
hear the last car approaching. It
overtook and passed her. She made
no eifort to hail it for she did rot
wish to see any one who might her,
but the lights were company and
comfort. When the car had reached
the end of the line Lottie nerved her-
self for one more burst of speed, and
not more than ten minutes after a
passenger irom the car should have
reached the seminary, Lottie stumbled
the steps.
‘Miss Winthrop, the preceptress, and
Miss Gordon had met the car, and
failing to find any of the missing ones,
had returned to the seminary. Doctor
Manning was away. Just what to do
at midnight to find the two lost girls
was the serious question confronting
the teachers when the bell rang. and
Miss Winthrop gladly admitted Lottie.
“Where are the others?’ demanded
poor, overwrought Miss Gordon.
bot
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“Gone to June's Aunt May's!” Lot-,
tie gasped, and burst into a tearful
apology to Miss Gordon. :
With intense relief, but uncon-
cealed disgust in her expression, Miss
Gordon, when she had heard the in-
coherent apology, turned sharply and
went to her room to have her cry
there. Miss Winthrop, left with the
sobbing girl, took her to her own
room, and with the practise of years
scon had her calm enough to explain
matters.
“l want to see Doctor
was Lottie’s one desire.
“He is away, and moreover, you
could not see him at this time of night
if he were at home. What you must
do is to take a hot bath and an alco-
Manning,”
hol rub, and get into bed at once. You
are not accustomed to running five
miles, you know.” ;
On Monday morning Lottie fairly
welcomed the sight of Doctor Man-
ning’s automobile. “Will it be right
for me to go now? she asked, eagerly,
as soon as the principal alighted; and
when the desired assent was given,
she flew across the campus quite as
fast as he had travelled in her Satur-
day night journey.
“I am sorrier than I can tell,” said
she, when she had given an account
of the matter in her usual honest and
graphic way, “but I don’t see that
there are any extenuating circum-
stances. I simply did’ not mind until
it was too late to make minding of
any value.” :
“No,” said Doctor Manning, repress
ing a smile, “there seem to be no
extenuating circumstances, but you
really seem tc have punished yourself
pretty thoroughly already. I should
never have dared use so drastic a
punishment as a five-mile walk at mid-
night along a country road, but as it
seems to have cleared your moral vis-
ion, we will call the matter settled,
and record a new use for violent phy-
sical exercise. On the whole,”—and
the doctor's eye twinkled—*“I really
think for so unmusical a person, you
paid pretty high for concert privileges,
don’t you.”
So the Windham experience came
to an end, as far as Lottie Brett’s pun-
ishment was concerned, although Miss
Gordon was incensed when she heard
of the outcome.
“You don’t mean that Lottie Brett
is not to have any punishment.” she
asked Miss Winthrop.
“I mean that Doctor Manning thinks
she has punished herself enough,” an-
swered the older teacher.
“Then of course I've nothing more
to say,” replied Miss Gordon, frigidly,
“though I cannot understand it.”
“No,” thought Miss Winthrop, “you
can’t, and it is of no use to try to
explain to you. You never acted on
impulse in all your short but well-or-
dered life, and you don’t know what
it is to be sorry, because you have
always been perfectly sure you were
right.”—Youth’s Companion.
WOMEN OF BURMA,
Gentler Sex in That Land Enjoys
General Freedom.
For woman Burma is a veritable
heaven on earth. No country else-
where furnishes her more freedom,
more opportunity. Even occidental
countries cannot vie with Burma in
this respect. Mrs. Burman outshines
everybody andseverything. Moreover,
she is ubiquitous. You find her here, |
there and everywhere. You stop at
the Jewelry store containing millions
of dollars’ worth of pearls and ru-
bies and precious stones, and the per-
son in charge of the establishment is
a woman. The salespeople are also
women. You go to a fruit stall and it
is a woman who owns and conducts
it, and sells you a banana or a man-
go. Sa
At railroad stations a Burmese wo-
man sells you the tickets, and a fair
daughter of the land is ready to take
your. dictation and do your typewrit-
ing if you are looking for an amenu-
ensis. The Burmese woman is not
only an efficient business woman, but
a good mother. Her duties as mother
and merchant do not interfere with
each other in the slightest
the Burmese woman has good looks.
She has eyes of a deep, liquid black.
or brown bordering on black. The
forehead is usually high and well
filled out, and there is a purity of ex-
pression about the face. Her head is
oval and shapely, this effect being
heightened by the manner in which
she dresses her hair in a big knot
on top of her head. Her dress is
white, with a tight-fitting jacket, with
large sleeves; the lower part of the
body is covered by a single bright
silk petticoat, which also is tight-fit-
ting and displays the figure like a mod-
ern sheath skirt. The woman of Bur
ma is cautious about wearing jewelry.
If she wears any at all it must be
of gold. She powders her face un-
sparingly and adorns her hair with
a few fiowers, usually artificial ones.
—Southern Workman.
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Moose Luck.
Writes an Orono (Me.) correspond
ent: The residents of the Riverside
were treated to a ;7pt seldom) seen
in this vicinity Wedaesday forencon,
when a big mocse was caught in the
swift current of the Pongdscot at
freshet pitch and swept over the dam
at Basin Mills. The moose entered
the water near the ferry and swam
slowly toward the Orono side, but
shouting on the shore turned the
animal and it swam down stream, be-
ing caught in the current and car-
ried over the dam at the Basin. A
half mile below the dam the creature
succeeded in reaching the Bradly
shore again, apparently without in-
jury, although those who saw it go
over the dam little expected it to es-
cape alive.—Lewiston Journal.
In general and electrical engineer-
ing factories in the United Kimgdom
more than 16,000 women are em-
ployed.
degree.’
Added te her superior intelligence,
OIL DISTRIBUTION
AN EXACT SCIENCE
—————————.
Fully a Million Dollars a Week in
Foreign Gold Comes to This
Country to Pay For Standard’s
Product That is Peddled to the
Doors of Hutand Palace,Accerd-
ing to the Rockefeller Plan of
International Barter.
This Rockefeller Foundation. to
make a story of it, is in reality just
this—it is the dream of a poor boy
come true. It is the happy ending
of an American novel of real life. It
is the climax of one of the most dra-
matic and impressive careers that
this country, or any other, has ever
known.
The dream—or the novel or dra-
ma, whichever you like—began more
than half a century ago. It began in
a shabby little boarding house in
Cleveland, in the brain of a lad of
eighteen who was clerking for a
shipping and real estate company.
There were at that time about a
million other American boys of the
same age, and not many of them had
received fewer privileges than this
one. He had been educated partly
in the public schools, but mainly at
home, by his mother and father. His
pay, at this time, was sixty cents a
day. His hours of labor were from
breakfast until bedtime. For his
room and meals he was paving $1 a
week, so that his net income—the
basis of his dream of fortune and phi-
lanthropy—was not more than $135
a year.
Even at this time, and with this
income, he built a tiny little founda-
tion of his own. Out of the sixty
cents a day, he set aside a few pen-
nies for the church, or for some hun-
gry family, or to drop into some hat
that was passed around in the office.
The notebook in which thase little
philanthropic entries were made is
still in existence. It is known by
the name of ‘Ledger A” in the Rock-
efeller family. It is a completely
worn out little notebook, with bro-
ken cover and tattered pages of
faded writing, but it is one of the
most precious treasures in the Reocke-
feller vaults. It has more than a
personal interest now. It has sud-
denly become historie, because it re-
cords the origin of “the most com-
' prehensive scheme of benevolence in
the whole history of humanity.”
The managerial instinct was so
strong in this boy that he was not
satisfied with merelypaying his share
into the contribution boxes. By the
time he was nineteen he had ripened
into an organizer of benevolence.
He was a member of a mission
church,
down under the weight of a $2000
mortgage.
youth undertook to
money, and he did it.
“That was a proud day,” he said
in later years, “when the last dollar
was collected.”
Little as he knew it, the boy was
then at work upon the fulfilment of
his dream to become perhaps the
greatest getter, and the greatest giv-
er, of his generation.
Later, when he became a prosper-
ous man of business and large af-
fairs, he still retained the habit of
organizing his giving as well as his
getting. He even went so far as to
organize his family into a sort of
foundation. At the breakfast table
he would distribute the various ap-
peals for help among his children,
requesting them to investigate each
case and make a report to him on
the following day. In this way his
children, and especially his son and
namesake, who is.destined to distrib-
ute the revenue of the Rockefeller
fortune, received ia Spartan training
in ‘““the difficult art:of giving.” ts
The whole bent of the Rockefeller
mind seems to have been inclined
from the first toward the working
out of this problem of distribution.
The business of the Standard Oil
Company itself is much more a mat-
ter of distributionthan of production.
It was unquestionably the first com-
pany that undertook to sell its prod-
uct directly to the users on a world-
wide scale. For the most part, it de-
livers its oil, not to wholesalers and
middlemen, but to the family that
burns it, whether it be in the United
States or in the uttermost parts of
the earth. It has, for instance, no
fewer than 3000 tank wagons travel-
ing from door to door in the twenty
countries of Europe, selling pints and
quarts of liquid light to whosoever
demands it. Fully $1,000,000 3
week, in foreign gold or its equiva-
lent, comes to this country to pay for
the oil that is peddled to the doors
of hut and palace, according to the
Rockefeller plan of international dis-
tribution.
Consequently, both by natural ap-
titude and business experience, Mr.
Rockefeller was well prepared to
work out the problem of distributing
the surplus money of the rich in a
systematic and efficient manner. His
new foundation is no afterthought.
It is no sudden change of mind or
change of heart. It is the natural re-
sult of fifty years of experience and
experiment. What he began to do as
a poor boy in a Cleveland boarding
house, he is now about to complete
on an international scale—that is the
explanatien of the new plan that has
excited so much comment and so
much curiosity.
collect the
A Sure Shot at Livers.
“I hear, doctor, that my friend
Brown, whom you have been treating
so long for liver trouble, has died of
stomach trouble,” said one of the phy-
sician’s patients. :
“Don’t you believe all you hear,” re-
plied the doctor. “When I treat a
man for liver trouble, he dies of liver
trouble.”—Everybody’s Magazine.
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which was fast breaking
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family laxative.
A Century of Peace,
The world talks much about the
limitation of armament; and does lit-
tle. Yet it is not a new idea. We
shall soon celebrate the centenary re-
stricting United States and Canadian
armament on the Great Lakes to 400
tons and four 18-pounders. The cel-
ebration had its inspiration in a ref-
erence made by Earl Grey at the
peace conference in this city in April,
1907, to the approaching centenary of
peace along the Canadian border. At
the Mohonk peace conference last
week Mackenzie King, Canadian min-
ister of labor, suggested that there be
erected at Niagara an enduring mem-
orial of the hundred years of peace.
It is an admirable suggestion. A
memorial should be reared. It should
be of such a character that all the
world might read-its story of forbear-
ance and common sense.—New York
Werld.
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Cradles Unfashionable.
Cradles are going out; children are
not wearing them any more. People
tell us that rocking is unhygenic; ba-
bies, according to modern idea, should °
go to sleep naturally in a stationary
germ-proof bed, with antiseptic pillows
and a sanitized rattle. Sentiment
may save the cradle for a little while,
but sooner or later it will go to the
dusty little attic along with the hair-
cloth sofa. Maybe the infant of to-
morrow will bear up somehow under
these accumulated misfortunes, will
struggle along somehow to maturity,
but what about the artists, the poets,
the song writers? What a world of
/ sentiment and melody has been woven
around the theme of the mother and
the gently rocking cradle! ‘What
kind of song will the poor poet of the
future be able to make about an enam-
eled iron crib with brass trimmings!—
Success Magazine.
Motor Buses as Coops.
When an electric street railway sys-
tem was constructed in Hastings,
England, | the motor buses operating
there were withdrawn from service.
An attempt was made to run them:
back to London, but Silver Hill. a
steep incline between Hastings and
Battle, proved too much for the worn-
out engines and so they were towed
to their last resting place in a farm-
yard beside the road, where they are
now surrounded %y refuse and used as
hen coops—Poru’ar Mechanics,
A DOCTOR'S EXPERIENCE
Medicine Not Needed in This Case.
It is hard to convince some people
that coffee does them an injury!
They lay their bad feelings to almost
every cause hut the true and unsus-
pected one.
But the doctor knows. His wide
experience has proven to him that, to
some systems, coffee is an insidious
poison that undermines the health.
Ask the doctor if coffee is the cause
of constipation, stomach and nervous
troubles.
“I have been a coffee drinker all my
life. I am now 42 years old and when
taken sick two years ago with nervous
prostration, the doctor said that my
.hervous system was broken down and
that I would have to give up coffee.
“I got so weak and shaky I cculd
not work, and reading your advertise-
ment of Postum, I asked my grocer if
he had any of it. He said, ‘Yes,’ and
that he used it in his family and it
was all it claimed to be.
“So I quit coffee and commenced to
use Postum steadily and found in
about two weeks’ time I could sleep
soundly at night and get up in the
morning feeling fresh. In about two
months I began to gain flesh. 1
weighed only 146 pounds when I com-
menced on Postum and now I weigh
167 and feel better than I did at 20
years of age.
“I am working every day and sleep
well at night. My two children were
great coffee drinkers, but they have
not drank any since Postum came
into the house, and are far more
healthy than they were before.”
Read “The Road to Wellville,”
found in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
interest.
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