jt'Hi T1 ULr (ItldlH COLO, SLTUffXi 10 Ottlt Tm iK fltJQ MOUtO, l?oto slrrp ttjf brabe. tofjo flfnt to re 0t Bp oil tbeir countrp'a tDistjra tlestf CUbrn feprtnff. tpttfc tittop tingrra cola. Ufturns to brck ttjetc batlotcrD mouh. ferje tbrce 0ball betas a etorftrr soa 'Cban ancp'o feet babe rbrr troo. Bp taerp banns tbrir bnrll 10 rung:, Bp fotm0 unseen t&etr Dirge (a sung: 'Cdere l?onour comes, a pilgrim grap. TZo bless tbr turf ttjat tocaps tbeir clap; ana Jrreenom s&all atof)ilf repair Ho btoell a toeepfng bermft tfjere. 1 :s;f.,v I - mill TH Stogy JYl vk i M - W F they only hadn't given me sucli a name I could do something In the ; world," cried Mark, ' savagely, ns he looked across the f&ix "'kail plain, stretch-' lA&iJf. !" nwn.v from the VV'f outskirts of the big , V SJ: Arizona town. ! i'- rj "But it-s M:lrk C'ii Twain and the Sit i I 9 J Shining Mark and ' ' f:"iy- nni1 C i Make your Mark till I'm it'll of the whole business. Why couldn't I have had a common name, like Thnuius or John or Taiil. I should like to know?" An old man just thtn went u cross Mark's line of vision, stooping over badly and walking very feebly, lie had something In his hand nnd Mark, looking closely at him, said, "There he goes, with his old tomato can lull of water, to the graveyard to water thnt scrubby 'leetle plant' he set out on his soi, grave, thinkin' 'twill bloom out 'Morial Pay. Well, 'twont. I can tell him that much and It Just wakes me wild, tlilnkin' I can't get that tonibsttin fur his son he's been hi.piii' to get fur so tinny years." and Mark threw his li.uids downward with n wild swing. "Hello. Mark," nnd first one, nnd then another anil still another boy rounded up from the thicket of bristly cactus. "Say, we've cnught some beauties for the school teacher to sent Kast; horns as big as a bull's; Just see here." Roy number one car' fully lifted the cover of n basket the tintiest crack and Mark, looklu? In, saw three horned toads huddled together. "Islg ns a bull's horns," cried Mark, contemptuously. in a bora. I guess. V!.y, if you're goiu' to give those toads to Mis It row 1 1 to send to Massa chusetts as sp"ciui"iis of what Arizona can do in the way of raisin' critter, why, you'd better fly ile coop. They'll Just iiiui'h nt us out here." Roy number two. this was Marshall Turpiii, imddeil his hcud ill token that he (i greed with Mark. "Resides, if you'd, go tt work nnd ketch seme of these fellers nnd try to it-U 'cm to tr." In folks when the nst bound cimes In. 'stead o' scoopln' em In fur sehoolmarms, nn' the like, 'twold hi; time better spent." The boys looked nt Mark In aston ishment, for he wns generally the felioolimirm's devoted slave, mid as for making money, as the boys nronnd town generally did, selling bunches ir-uv.- im $11 11 mm W. Collins I J I I PV J V fit's . of wild flowers to tourists, who passed through the town or engaging In any other such little scheme for becoming millionaires, Mark was simply "not in it." "What do you want us to do with the money, eh. Mark? l'iug-pong set, broncho, canoe? out with it! Whut game are you up to?" "W-e-ll," began Mark, rather reluc tantly, and casting a side glance at his chums. "It's just that I want to get a tombstone." "A what?" shouted the Imys. "Keel bad, (hi you, Mark? I'eel like's If you was goiu' to die? Has Kittle gone back on you again this week?" "Quit foolin' will yer?" exclaimed Mark, angrily. "No, M's uolliin' of the kind. You know 'M irial Pay, Pee'ra tlon Pay Is cousin' along fast: and poor old paddy Western won't see another; "taint likelv. ami every year he's been hopin' he coul l see a stone raised over his boy. who died a soldier, or soon after the war was over, from gettin' wounded In one of tile battles: Hull I till. I think they called It. There he conies now. out from the graveyard with his old tomoto can watering pot; been In. tryiti' to tl up the grave n bit. cut grass, and water that scraggy plant he had sent on from York State last week from !h old place he used to live In -'ros onary.' 1 think he called it the plant. I mean." The boys watched the feeble old figure, tottering al-uig with his cane, till it disappeared in the distance. "What was his son?" asked the boy from the Kast, "a general?" "No." said Mar!:. "Colonel?" "No:"' '"Captain, eh?" "No. No:"' answered Mark, pettishly, "now you've got tle whole lot In most, haven't you? He, paddy West ern's son, was wis -a high private that's what he was," and Mark winked to his Western c!.um '"High private," muttered the boy irom me i-.asr. not naif satislled, yet luuiking mere must lie some great honor in that title, because Mark spoke it so Impressively, and also that there were lots of things le didn't know yet: n state of mind he had seldom been In at the Kast. when he Used to scorn the "wild and wooly West." "How did Paddy happen to get out here?" said he. at lust. "Why. you see, nfter the wnr, his son was so sick from his bein' In prison, that he ami his father took n v'yage to California, nnd there. 'Hilly' died. Paddy stayed in 'Krlsco ii while, nn' then fell In with n party goln' to Arizona, prospectiu'. II enme along: struck It rich In the mines, went back to 'Krlsco, nn' brought on Hilly's body, 'cause he was goiu' to stay In Arizona, nud build n fine house, nn' mnuws sili. what do you call It? n marble house for rich people who tile tin don't ifct burled?" "Mausoleum." hinted the boy from the Kast, delighted to show thut he did know something. "Yes, thut's It." said Murk, briefly "Well, poor old Paddy's mine petered out, weut to nothin", and he never got his house, nor the 'muiisc rlceyum' neither. He's pottered arouud and done odd rurpphteriu' Jobs ever since, so my father says." "Hay," said the boy from the Enst, "If you couldtrt get the tombstone In time, I menu, couldn't raise the money to buy the thing In time, why, I saw something to day thut, I bet, could bf bought cheap, and do for a kind of mnrk for the grave." "Hut I dou't want anything; that can be bought cheap for Paddy's son's grave," cried Mark auyrlly. "He's no puuper. Is Daddy. If lit 1 oltl and hasn't any money." Uoland hung hU bead and looked so mortliletl that Marie generously said. "I didn't uieaa to hurt your feelln't, Itoland. rome nlong nnd show us what this Holuml went nhend to n shop, where n pile of old iron was standing nroiitid, nrnl pointed to n square of open work Iron, which, evidently, hnd been used ns n gate fur a fenee nronnd a grave. There win wrought Into thin rusty old thing n figure of n lob-sided nngc:, stooping over something nt one side. Mnrk surveyed this with fine ncorn. "What's the woman doln", pumpln'?" "Woiniin? I'miiping? Why. It's nn angel, putting a gni'hind of Inure! nronnd nn urn." "Look mighty like n pump, the urn, nnd the garland for the linndle." an wered Murk, eoiiteniptnously. , "Well, you nee," sold Kolnnd, "I thought we 111 licht p 11 hit the thliiK "P with white euiiniel paint, nnd innke It look kind o' clean nud new, nnd Klld the urn, nnd niuke some letters for his mime across It: It would do to stand up over the grave, Deeorutlon Day." "Haddy'd better ftn to heaven nnd leave that trained iiinKpie of his to shout out Hilly's name whenever strangers went through the uravcyard. so as folks will know wTiose rave It Is. 'stead of leavln' such n thing ns that," pointing contemptuously to the Iron gnte, "to mark the spot." There was dead silence for n mo ment: then Murk said, "Come nlonir. nil of you, and let's go see old Paddy." The boys strolled nlong till they o.ime to a small cabin: then went In upon the old man. with Jack, the mag pie, sitting 011 his wrist. "Howdy, boys?" said Hiidoy. "Come In. Jack an' me's been bavin' n talk." The boys sat down, Mark on the half barrel chair old Daddy had made a long time ago, nnd Itolaud and Tim on a wooden bench. "I've been out to the graveyard to water that little plant I sent back to the old place fur to set out on Hilly's grave. I must get him n stun for It, I must," nlniost shouted the old man. "To think of my dyln' and leavln' no stun over his grave, as good n boy as ever lived, and died for his coun try:" "!rent Scott: Rut we must get that tombstone for Daddy somehow," said Mark, ns the boys walked homeward. "His heart '11 be Just broken If he can't have it. Say. let's just stop nt the marble yard an' see what we can do." The boys turned Into the yard, nnd, picking their way ninong th marble crosses, Iambs and nngels. tUey found the boss stone cutter standing beforp n granite shaft with a polished tdnb. The stone cutter looked up and said: "Poor old Dady Western.' He's been here again to look nt stones for Billy's grave. This is the one he wants. A flag and a fading wrentli Are out m tho falling r.tin; Hie star und ine withered bud, May never be freh uu.un. as&-sS The ParaSe Ground m The Guns and Hjwlt.ers iu the Foreground Wer.t Captured From the ' DritlsU ut Yurktown. He's only got six dollars toward It." "And liow much Is It worth?" "A hundred dollars, but 1 haven't told daddy so." "th, my!" exclaimed Mark, quickly. He scanned liis chums' faces. "Roys, do you tlilrk dare we do It? Po you think we could raise all that money? We won't let Paddy know how much we pay for it; let liltn think it's worth ten titulars, and we pay the rest. We must raise the money for the stone and let Paddy see it set up over his boy's grave before he dies'." Right royalty did the boys go to work. The horned toads fairly dread ed to see any of the trio come near them. The trains were full of toads and wild flowers every time they went out from the town, for the boys hawked them about the station nt ull spare hours. The tombstone fund grew, but It still lucked a big slice to be complete, nnd Decoration Pay was but two days off. Paddy hud been told by the stone cutter that he could huve the stone for ten dollars. Ho was straining every nerve to euru It. Ills old face grew thinner und thinner. Murk wus half crazy nbout him, nnd still the fund lacked thirty-five dollars of the one hundred. ' It's no use, no use!" cried Mark nt lust, on the afternoon the day before .Memorial Puy, "We canit make up that one hundred dollars! Oh Daddy Paddy, what shnll I do for him? It will kill lilm sure to be disappointed this time:" And Mark struck off across the dusty plain and ran till, out of breuth, lie dropped to the ground. "Oh, If I were only n muii! Maybe they'd trust me then nt tho marble yard. Hut I'm nothing but a boy. Oh! Great Soot!" und Murk choked nud cried, aud stopped crying, and then went at It agulu hurder than ever, for he was "only a boy," as lie had said. He hud worked so heroical ly It wus bitter, bitter, beaten at last! There was a man coming up behind Mark, and a good sort ot one, too. lie knew Mark by sight, and when bo saw blru huddled up on the ground and got a short answer to bis kind ques tion, "What's op?" lis wisely let Murk alone. Wben tbe man weut back to town be passed the stone cutter at work In bis yard, aud, baring noticed Mnrk banging nronnd there lately, he said to the cutter. "Thut boy I've seen here In the yard so much Is In some sort of n tlx, Isn't he? He's out on the plnln raising high jinks." "Well, lie's so disappointed nbout that stone, I expect," said the stone cutter, npologetlcnly, nnd thereupon told the ninti how Mark wns trying to raise money to buy a monument for Hilly. Night enint. r.nd the big town wns full of light, nnd everything wns gay and bright, so it seemed to poor Murk, ns lie went forlornly through the street. Oh! If he could only even at this Inte liour raise the money for Dnddy's tombstone. Hark! what wns thut? He was passing a new club house, nnd some one was singing In there. Oh! What n beautiful voice! Mark listened till the last, rich note died nwny. ".Timmlny!" he snld, "I guess tip there," nnd he looked up to the stars In the Arlxona sky. "they don't have any better voice tuun that." He didn't know that one of the most famous singers hi the world wns bplng entertained up In the clubhouse that " THERE HE COMES NOW." night. A crowd of gentlemen wns pressing nronnd the singer, when the president came forward nnd said: "I've Just heard n rial Arizona story, and I'm going to 'ell It to you nil." and he bega nto talk nbout Daddy nnd Mark and the boys, nnd the tombstone, just ns the stone cutter had told him of them when he passed the marble yard that nfternoon, for It was he that had run across Mark out oil the Alkali plain that day. The singer listened with wide open eyes. He tapped the ground restlessly with one foot. Then, when the story was finished, he snatched up his hat. and run out of the clubhouse. The club men followed him, bewildered. The singer siationed himself on the street corner nnd began to sing. Not any "high-flown thing." ns Mnrk said afterward, but something that took you "right straight up." And as the crowd gathered nnd the singer went on singing "The Land of the I.enl," there wns such stillness In the street "you might a-hpard n pin drop," said Hut the memory wreathof thebrave. We twine of immortal ..av Is creen in the Nation's heart And never shall fade awav N. A. Hoe. at Tort fiQunroa. Mark again. Then the men began to rub their coat sleeves ucross their eyes, and Mill the singer went on singing, and this time It was a grand old church hymn that almost every one had heard before, nnd us the rich, full voice rolled It out the crowd could hardly keep still, and then the singer dropped Into the "Star-Spangled Run ner" for a Peroration Kve song. The people began to cheer nnd the song w.eut ringing far nnd wide. Thru the singer took off his but and went among the crowd, laughing nnd holding out his polished "beaver." The president of the club did the same, nnd there on the street corner he told the story of Paddy, while the nickels, dimes nud quarters poured Into the hat. "And Daddy shall see the tombstone over his boy's grave to-morrow," said the singer, "und i'll be there to see It nil." Kurly next morning there wns n glnd procession, which went up to Daddy's cabin. The singer, the club president, Mark, Roland and Tim. "Come out. Daddy," cried Mark. "Look here. There goes Billy's tomb stone In that wugon. The old man tottered to tho door, nnd looked bewllderlngly around bltn. He saw the stone In the wagon. "Hilly got a stone nt lust, did ye suy? It emit bo true. I couldn't raise but $7 for It. nnd the price was to be 10." Daddy's eyes searched Mark's. Tbeu rending the glnd news In them, be went down on his knees In n heap and prayed. How tho flag Buttered over that now tombstone over Hilly's grave that morning, nnd how beautiful nnd green was the laurel wreath Mark bad laid reverently on ltl And bow grandly wben tho veterans came to strew flowers' on tbe low mound, did tbe sin ger stand tip beside the fine, new tomb. stone and slug "Tbe Star-Spangled Banner" till the men cheered and saluted and waved their enps nnd old Daddy, raising bis happy face to heavens, said: "Now I cnu die hnppr, for niliy 'a got bin tombstone at last." Helen Chase, In Detroit Free Press, Scottish red deer bare permanently established themselves In severul parts of tbe South Island of New Zealand. MAY3i!iTI1, cit) t S - J? 5y 7t5 For lrortion Day. Whv should she lay upon his grave s roe A" simple rose made sweeter by ni tears .. A fragile bloom to fade ere morning smile Lnlike thnt flower of more exquisite grace Her love, thut blossoms there through all the years? r r Soliller'n Itest! Thy Warfare O'er. So'dier, rest! tliv warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep tlnit knows not breaking; Dream of bnttletields no nmre. Pays of dunger, niijlils of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fa ry strains of music fall, Ijvery sense in slumber dewing. So.dier, rest! thy warfare o'er. Dream of fitiliting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ea.-. Armor's clang, or wur-steed champing, Tramp nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lurk's shrill tile may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And llie bittern sound his drum. Rooming from the seduy shH, Ruder sounds shall none be near, (iiiards or warders challenge here; Here's no war-steed's neigh and clmmprng, Sh lilting clans or squadrons stamping. Sir Walter Scott. The Phantom ArniT- And I saw a phantom army come, Willi never a sound of tile or drum Hut keeping step to a muffled hum l if wailing lamentation; . The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill, Of Gettysburg and Clmncellorsville Tli men whose wasted bodies fill The putriot graves of the Nation. And there came the unknown dead, tbe men Who died in fever swamp and fen, The slowly starved of prison pen: And, inarching beside the others. Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight, With limb enfranchised and bearing bright I thought 'twas tldi pale moonlight '1 hey looked us white us their brothers. And so all night marched the Nation's dead, With never a banner above them spread, No sign save the bare, uncovered head their silent, grim Reviewer; With never un ureh but the vaulted sky, With not a flower save those which lie On distant graves, for love tould buy No gift that was purer or truer. So nil night long moved the strange array; So all ninht long, till the break of day, 1 watched for one who find pascd away With a reverent awe and wonder; Till a blue cap waved ill the lengthening line. And I knew that one who was kin of mine Had come, and 1 spoke ..nil. lo! thut sign Wakened me ftoui my slumber. Hret Ilarte. Knunltitt. We'll scatter sweet flowers of May, To brighten each patriot's grave; Alike o'er the blue und the gray, The flag of our Union shall wave. The living have fought side by side. Together have vanquished the toe; At d one they w ill ever abide. And truer und stronger grow. We'll garland the graves of our dead, And to our loved country bo true; . Fo" the flag that to every viutory led Was borne by the gray and the blue. Now, as reunited we stand, Our warm tears bedewing the sod; We'll commit the dear, silent band, To the love und the oeacc of our lied. M. E. Irfonhardt. " THE CALL TO ARMS." ITUs Beldlara' atouaoiout Trar.I Ml Washiofi New York City. Collnrless Jackets nuike n conspicuous feature of the lat est styles and bid fulr to outnumber every other sort. This one Is nindo on COIXARLE88 JACKET. simple tuilor Hues nud is eminently smart us well ns practical nnd service able. The model Is made of tan col ored cloth with bnnds of braid nnd Includes plain sleeves, but those of mandolin shape can be substituted if preferred, nnd nil mnterlals In vogue for coats nre appropriate, while the trimming can be either braid or stitched bauds. The coat Is iiinde with fronts, side fronts, backs, side-backs nnd under arm gores nud Is finished with senilis stitched flat with corticelli silk. The right front hips slightly over the left nnd the closing enn be ninde with but tons nnd loops or Invisibly by means of 0 t!y. nnd both side-front and side-back seams nre left open for a short distance nbove the lower edge to provide flure. The plu In sleeves nre cut in two pieces each In cont style, but the mandolin sleeves are made in one piece ench ami are shaped by means of nn outer d LATE DEJIQM seam that extends for purt of their length only. The iuuutlly of material required for the medium sl.e Is four yards twenty seven inches wide, two und one-fourth yurds forty-four inches wide, or two und seven-elghthyurds fifty-four inches ide. The Klnioim Craxv. Kverythlng Japanese Is now popu lar because of the Interest Auierltuus tuke iu the little nutiou's war witb Russia. Consequently, the kluionas, which were displaced by more artis tic styles of negligees, are again In demuucl. Luwu, crepon, silk and ulbu tross kluionas are seasonable. The gorgeously flowered robes are no louv er countenanced by women of taste, who huve leurned that the Jupunese ludy of good blrtb leaves such glaring garments to the geisha girl und her sort, choosing for herself tbe most delicate tluls, harmoniously combined and utterly lucking ostentatious deco rations' ami burburic ornaments. Separata ITnderslaavat. Of tbe separute uudersleeves that are sold many huve nifties fulling over the lower purt, which tits the arm. There will be a long, ilose-llttlng cuff, aud tbls may or may not be finished witb ruffles around tbe wrist. From the top, fulling to the top of tbe cuff, are deep r utiles, made of different mate rials to agree wltb tbe cburacter of tbe sleeve. One of these sleeves bas a deep lace frill, witb another of chiffon under It at tbe top. Many are elbow sleeves, and tbe top ruffles fall from tbe elbow or Just above It wben they are on. There are always deep ruffles, double and triple, for tbe sleeves ot gowns, am) there are soft puffed sleeves of chiffon, moussellue, or lace, with no ruffles. ' Baits For Hat Trimming. ' One's old belts can be used for bat trimming. Belts have beeu seen on bats for some time uow. One of tbe last teen was a large white straw bat, lv crown and straight wide brltu. This brim Is turned up over the crown In the back, and a broad leather belt of black Is put nronnd the hat from back to front, holding the brim in phie nnd forming the only trimming. Tlit buckle, which Is a hu ge but simple out of gilt. Is ou tbe top of tbe but ut flit back. Striking Oenlsns. A pretty black hat with a rim turn lug up' on all sides has nronnd tli crown und filling in the rim a round boa of ostrich feathers In white. Od the outside of the lim Is nppllqued t heavy luce, though one is doubtful whether to call it embroidery or lace The design Is of wheat iu a deep cream color, and looking at u distant' almost like the real wheat. Slocks of Lawn. Pretty stocks of lawn nnd lace are finished with deep cream embroidery There Is cream on white, on pnle pink nnd cream on the cream. There Is i nnrrow pleated front piece to tbest stocks, finished nronnd the edge wltb "vnl" lace. Spray For a Hat. An attractive spray for a lint hut popples In the soft deep, rose pink seen in natural blossoms sometimes, nud with them ill lie rent kinds of grasses in red shades. Oriental Kmbroltlerlpfl. Oriental embroideries on bright col ored stuffs" give u modish finish to couts. Itlouse With Pointed Yoke. Toiuted yokes nre eminently becom ing to the greater number of figure und are to be noted on many of the newest and smnrtest waists. This on is cut in drop style and extends ovet the shoulders to give the broad line at the season. As illustrated the waist Is made of pale green chiffon louisine with yoke of cream colored lnce aud bunds of pale green velvet held by fancy stitches, but Is well adapted tr BY HAT MINTON. washable fabric ' and can be !niit lined or unlined ''as niny be preferrd. The long sleeves', are full and gract'ul und ure much to be desired for evi'y- duy wenr, but tk ie of elbow lenttb ure extremely gn iceful aud souiewtit more dressy win 'U the blouse Is b" signed for dinner or evening use. TIim ftloiiia.i la r' nude with tha flftei lining over which ''the full front, back and yoke are artU'nnged. Both trout1 and bucks are gua hered at tipper mid lower edges and I blouse becomingly over tbe belt whll.'e the yoke Is quite separate. Tne sleeves are run at tne shoulders and are Hther gathered Inb cuffs or cut iu ellr'ow length and lefl free. The closing made invisibly tbe back. The quantity of i luterlal required fi the medium sixe ," three and tbref- fourtb yards twen iy-one inches wlojj, three yards twent.y'-vea Inches wld UIJS WITH t-OIKTXD TOM, or one and seven clLhtb yards of all i fcrer lace, one-half yrd of slik for belt aud, twelve yards of llv4 gibbon t make aj Illustrated. "
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