A REFLECTION. Thn only man permitted To enter Fortune's Is lie who keeps on fighting And never yields to fate. —Prolltable Advertising. i =o they will not expect me at any particular hour. I can take a day off as well as not" So they talked and laughed and en joyed the smiling fields and the green ridges, and the blue sky. And the young man from Boston, the shy stu dent, the diffident professor fairly bubbled over with the pleasure of this little journey. When they finally whirled into the little town and halted by the side of the pretty park, the young man waa quite loath to leave the car. But they took a stroll down the street to the river, and out on the new bridge, and up in the ancient cemetery, and gazed admiringly at the beautiful view of the valley, and came back to the hotel with fine appetite. And after dinner they stolled across the park and along the pleasant high way to the beautiful seminary grounds, and there they entered the car when it overtook them. And all the way back the young man from Boston regretfully remembered that this day happiness was nearing the end. "We are close to Collam3r now," said the girl. "Oh," he cried. "Then perhaps you can help me to find my friends? They are the Morgans. And presently they alighted and stood the roadside. "One moment," said the girl softly. "I want to tell you something that may surprise you." "I think not," remarked the young man from Boston. "You are Jack morgan's sister. Alice." "What a shame! How did you know me?" He drew a photograph from his in ner coat pocket. "My portrait!" she cried. "Where aid you get it?" "It was the one thing of Jack's that I coveted, and he let me have it." "You've spoiled the fun," she pouted. "It was spoiled for me," he laughed. "But, do you know. I didn't feel at all aware you knew me." "Ah. but I have a photograph, too." she cried. "And I went down town on purpose to try and fnd you. Jack wanted me to. Ana —but what a hor rid thing you must havg thought "I didn't think you anything of the sort," he stoutly asserted. "On the contrary " "There, please don't get sentimen tal." "Put you must admit it was a senti mental journey." "Nonsense," she said. "And you really liKed it?" "There is oniy one other journey that two can take that I fancy may surpass it,"he said with another as tonishing attack of boldness. She blushed as she turned away, but she didn't ask him what journey he meant. —W. R. Rose, in Cleveland Plain Dealer. Future Source* of Coffee. According to the treasury bureau ot statistics, "the people of the United States are sending out of the country more than $1,000,000 a week in pay ment for coffee consumed in this coun try, all of which could be readily pro duced in Porto Rico. Hawaii and the Philippine Islands, which have already shown their ability to produce coffee of a high grade, commanding good prices in the markets of the world. Porto Rican coffee has long been looked upon as of a high grade, and for many years has commanded high prices in the markets of Europe; and the developments of coffee culture in Hawaii during ths past few years have also been very satisfactory in the quality of coffee produced and the prices realized, in the Philippines the product is of high grade, and the fact that in physical conditions and clim ate the islands aro very similar to Java, the greatest coffee producing region of the world, suggests great possiblities to those who desire to see American money expended under the American flag. The fact that the United States is by far the greatest coffee consuming country in the world, and is steadily increasing her consumption, further suggests that American capital and energy may turn their attention to this promising field 1 now opened in the island where Ameri • can enterprise can safely invest in j business ventures. —Gram's Magazine A Honnniti. "Here's a distinguished scientist ' who says that after all there is noth ; ing in germs." "Nothing in germs? Nonsense. Why, look how much the doctors have made out of theni." The fti-HASliopper'a Untimely End. "Just watch me," said the grasshopper, Pieparing for a Might; "I feel HO vigorous today, I'll jump clear out of .sight!" i wateheu him as he roue iu air, He kept his word no doubt, for dowu he came into a stream Where lived a hungry trout. —St. Nicholas. The Game of Cltlen. What boy or girl knows how to play the game of "Cities?" This is how you begin: I ask you the question: "What city in the United States am I thinking ol'?'" Y'ou reply by naming some city you think I have in mind. If you do not guess right the first time I say no; that city i3 too far north, south, east or west from the one I have in mind. For instance: Supposing I am think ing of San Francisco. I say to you: What city in the United States am I thinking of? You answer Boston. No, I reply; Boston is too far northeast. Then you try again, this time naming a place further west and south of Boston, say, Philadelphia. I tell you that Philadelphia is still too far east. Thus you continue, naming cities further west until you say San Fran cisco, when it will be your turn to think of a city, or until you "give it up," when it will be my turn to choose another one. If you can keep before your mind's eye a picture of the United States, with the position of the many colors representing the states, you will find it of immense service in locating the direction of the various cities. Rrl-nn and tl»© Tur-key. "Oh! I'm so glad Bri-anis com-ing. He is such a dear lit-tle boy," cri'-d Dot. "What a lot of things we shall have to show him. It seems fun-ny to think he has ne-ver been in the coun try be-fore." "Here they come!" cri-ed Mar-ie, rush-ing to the gar-den gate; and the children kiss-ed their lit-tle cou-sin un-til his cap fell off. After dinner the three children made for the faun yard. "You see, there's such a num-ber of things you've ne-ver seen. Bri an chickens and ducks and geese and pigs and —" "I've seen lots of zem," said Bri-an, a lit-tle in-dig-nant. "We has chick ens for din'ner, and ev-er so- many years a-go, I don't 'xactly 'mem-ber when, we had a goose, and we has tur-key at Ch'is-'mas." Dot and Mar-ie laughed. "But you have ne-ver seen them running a botit, have you?" Be-fore Bri-an could make up his mind what to say, they came upon a brood of duck-lings, and his shout of de-light told them the sight was new to him. Then the chick-ens and the gos-linjis and the lit-tle pigs, all were fresh and de-light-ful to the city boy, and his cou-sins were as happy as ho. But his ro-sy cheeks grew a saad? pal-er when he saw a big turkey strut-ting a-bout with out-spread «<*i' "He doesn't look much like "he tur-keys in the shops, does he?" said Dot. As the tur-key took no no-tico of them, Bri-an's courage soon came back. Sud-denly he gave a great shout, and point-ing to the tur-key'f: wat-tles, he cried ex-cit-ed-ly, "Why the tur-key's got a trunk!" Dot and Mar-ie laugh-ed so much at Bri-an's dls-cov-ery that Bri an be gan to laugh too, al-tliough he 'lid not know why; so it was a ve-ry hap py par-ty that mo-ther call-ed in doors at last. But all the time he stay-ed at the farm no-thing plea-sed Bri-an so much as watch-ing the tur-key. and when he was quite a big boy his cou-sins used to re-mind him of the turkey's trunk. —Cassell's Little Folks. They Livpd <>oo War* Ago. In the early part of the 14th cen tury two exiled Italians left behind them forever their beautiful native city of Florence. One of them was Dante, whom you have all heard ol as the poet; the other was Petraeco. the father of Petrarch, the poet. Petrarch was born July 20, 1304, at Arrezo, during the second year ol his parents' exile, and was named by them Francesco. He was destined to be as famous as his father's com panion in exile, Dante. From his earliest childhood Francesco, or Chec co, as his little companions called him, loved literature, and daily th< longing to be a great writer grew iii him. His father, a passionate man. could not give up the desire to see his son a jurist like himrelf. The story is told that one day iu anger he threw into the fire all bis boy's most cherished books. Francesco pleaded so hard for his treasures that at last his father rescued two books which were only half burned, and these two were "Cicero" and "Virgil." This love of letters notlii.jg could kill. It is true that, yielding to his father's wishes, he spent seven years of his life at Montpelier and Bologna studying law, but he always regarded these years as "not so much spent as totally wasted," and after his father's death he gave up the study forever. Free at 22 to devote himself to lit erature, he placed himself under the patronage of influential nobles, n necessary step to a literary man c' that day. We marvel at the number of books which came from his pen. Though all ihe world knows him best for the beautiful love songs ■which lie 1 wrote in Italian, his list of Latin books is very interesting. Then there was the Latin poem about Scipio Afrlcanus which brought Petrarch the greatest honor of his life. Largely because of the interest it aroused. «>:i Easter, 1341, Petrarch was crowned with the laurel wreath. Petrarch's life was a long one, so long that he found time not only to become one of the foremost writers but to collect a library, to make a col lection of coins, to arouse interest in preserving old manuscripts, fast be coming lost to the world, and in many ways to awaken the people of his time to a love of fne old Greek and Roman writers. One day in 1374 they found him fast asleep over a book in his home at Arqua. When they tried to wakeu him they found that he was dead. So was the wish which he had once ex pressed to his friend Boccaccio ful filled —"I desire that death find r.ie reading or writing."—Chicago Record- Herald. Wliat the Wave Said *o Mo]!v. One day not very long ago Molly and Tom went with mamma to :he beach. Mamma sat and read while Molly and Tom built castles and forts, waded in the water, caught a jelly fish, and did lots of things. By and by Molly got tired of play ing, so she sat down and watched the waves as they splashed up the bench. At last one little wave almost covered her with water, and then she jumped pretty quick, I can tell you. "Please don't run away," said the wave. "I wanted to tell you of an adventure of mine." And it gave a splashy chuckle of delight. "Dear me," said Molly. "Da you have adventures? I thought you did nothing but play all day." "No. indeed," said the wave. "Y/o have lots of adventures. Onco I helped wreck a ship—but I'm not go ing to tell you about that. This was a funny happening. Yesterday I was playing down there by the bulkhead under the long walk. Lots of land people were leaning over the wall to watch us dance. Pretty soon along came a little girl and her mother. The little girl was crying hard 'cause she was hot and tired and cross. They stopped to watch us and the little girl climbed up and looked over the wall, while her mother held her tight. And all the time the big tears were a-rolling down her face." And the little wave gave another chuckle. "I don't think it was very funny," said Molly, frowning. "Don't you?" asked the little wave. "Why, I thought so. Now, please, don't get angry 'cause I haven't come to the funny part yet." "So the little girl cried," it went on, rippling along the shore. "And I kept a-\vondering how to make her laugh. I dashed myself against tbe bulkhead ever so many times, 'out it wasn't any use. I couldn't jump high enough you see. And the little girl's tears came so fast she couldn't see through 'em." Here the little wave stopped and ran off toward the ocean. 'O, come back, do. please, little wave," tred Molly, "and tell me how you made her laugh." The wave came splashing in again and curled around Molly's toes. "1 didn't think you cared about It. But if you really and truly want to know —" "Of course I do," said Molly, clasp ing he hands. "Well," said the little wave, as it rolled up a pebble. "I couldn't do it all by myself, you see. So I thought and thought and then I remembered by great-great-great uncle, Seventh Wave. So Iran off quick to find him, 'cause I was afraid the little girl might go away 'fore I came back. And I met him rolling in toward shore. He was foaming with anger and was going to tear down that bulkhead, ho said. I told him all the story and af ter a while he promised to do what I wanted. Then I hopped on hi* back and away we went rolling in. Che little girl was there still, crying hard, and lots of other land people weie there, too. Everybody cried. 'Look at that mon-ster-ous wave!' They didn't know it was me on uncle's back that made him look so big. So we came crashing against the bulkhead. And just as we struck it I jumped high in the air and dashed my spray right into the little girl's face." "And then?" asked Molly. "And then —the little girl laughed." said the wave as it slipped back in la ; he sea. "Molly!" called mamma. "You've been standing there for ever so long. Was it a day dream, little daughter?" Molly rubbed her eyes and laughed, but never a word she said about the story the little wave told her. —Brook- lyn Eagle. Soveroitjtt of HritMln. It appears to be in contemplation to give King Edward a title more wor thy of his actual position than that of king, and the one that seems to find most favor in the discussion is "Sov ereign of Greater Britain." This would give him distinction over all the other rulers of the earth, since it would raise an indefinite title to a position of commanding deflniteness, as the addition of"the" to an Irish name marks the head of the house; \vh?n allusion was made to"the sov ereign" it would be understood that the Sovereign of Greater Britain alone was meant How the other sovereigns would take such an assumption of su periority remains to be seen.—Phila delphia Ledger. And Al«n I ntryer*. Bobble--Pa. what happens wht;. cars are telescoped? Father —T*ie p:\e arranged over the skirt, or if pre ferred the material can be cut away beneath and the flounce seamed'toth« edge, or again the skirt can be cut fuli length and left plain. To cut this skirt for a miss of four teen years of age six and five-eighth yards of material twenty-one or twen ty-seven inches wide, six and one quarter yards thirty-two inches wid6 or four and a half yards forty-foui inches wide will be required when th« FIVr-GOIiED SKIRT. flounce is used; four and three-quartet yards twenty-one or twenty-seven inches wide, four and five-eighth yards thirty-two inches wide or two and seven-eighth yards forty-four Inches wide when the skirt is made olaln