The Soldiers Dream. Lieutenant Deering lay back on his pillow quite pale and still, his emaciated face peeping wistfully out from beneath the rough coverlet. For more than an hour he had watched with eager eyes the door through which the nurse usu- ally came about that time. The wound he had got from a Fili- pino’s rifle came very near to costing him his life, and the siege of fierce fever which followed proved the hard- est foe soldiers like him have to com- bat. More than once they had given up the great robust fellow for dead, when she almost held the breath in his body by sheer force of vigilance and unwavering care. Aline Winston knew nothing of the Lieutenant except that he had been crip- pled in a sharp skirmish with the natives, brought to the hospital more dead than alive, and placed under her charge. But that was enough, certainly, she thought to enlist her untiring sympathy and at- tention. Could there be a more potent cause than that of humantiy? She asked herself the question many times, but without once looking into her heart, where soemthing pleaded for this one, as it had never done for anyone else. She only knew that it was in the na- ture of any true-hearted woman to pray g ri save the lives of the brave | ; Sd works to 2 for their | citedly, “else I shall have to either get | sick again or threaten you with a narra- men who had risked them country. To go from the shelter of her home into a strange land was no sacrifice to | the young woman, who would have given hee very life, if need be, to serve the | heroes of the nation she loved. “You must get awfully tired,” said | Deering, when she came in at last, about | the middle of the day, with his beef tea. He tried to raise himself on one elbow but fell back weakly ‘on his cot. “Don’t try that again,” she cautioned, holding up one slender finger in a ty- rannical little way. “I: am the General now, and you must obey me absolutely.” ‘There was something in her face which was, all at once, more beautiful to him than anything he had ever seen. For a long time he said nothing, but lay with his eyes fixed upon her in a strangely intent look. Wondering at the Lieutenant's unusual silence and conscious of his keen glance, Aline turned to him with a look of inquiry, and their eyes met. Deering felt the blood mount to- his face in a crimson tide, as he noted the little flecks of color glowing in the girl's cheeks. It was very awkward, and he felt as though he must say something. “Have I been sick much?” he asked, “and was I a very unruly patient?” The words were half playful, but his ex- pression was quite changed and he was staring past her, a little absently. The young woman gave him a curious glance, and when she spoke again it was rather lightly, as she busied her- self about the ward, straightening things. “You were quite unmanageable,” she said, “and dreadfully spoiled.” The Lieutenant smiled at this, and then grew suddenly grave. He was thinking that but for her the end of it all might have been different. “I shall never know how to thank you,” he began after awhile, “for keep- ing me out of the grave.” His eyes rested on her face in a grateful way as he went on, “The Doctor has told me all about it, and I am you don’t know how pleased I am.” “I am afraid,” she replied, blushing a little, “that I have been very much overrated.” She was looking away from him, through the narrow window at the aleaming paddock beyond. T “You were with me day and night,” he continued with a bright smile, and not taking any notice of her last words; the Head Surgeon said you never left me except to take the three br four hours rest that he required. Again the color rushed to Aline Win- ston’s face, and she turned away her head to avoid his glance. “It was my simple duty—" she began, “and—and”—she broke off weakly in the middle of her protest, and went across the room to lower the shade. “There is not another woman in the hospital, T’ll venturé, who can do her duty so well.” While he was speaking he forced the appeal of his honest eyes upon her, and, resistless, she turned to meet them, half parting her lips to speak. “It is very kind in you to say so,” she said with a smile. Her lashes drooped until they swept her flushed cheeks, and the sol- dier, seeing it, felt a strange thrill go through him. “Aline”—he commenced eagerly, half- raising himself on one weak arm. “I— I—” he broke off, a little uncertainly, and a tide of crimson for a moment swept over his face. Then he sank weakly back upon his pillow, his eyes still fixed upon the face of his compan- ion, as she stood carelessly arranging the bottles and papers on a table near by. “You mustn't talk any more now,” she was saying. “That’s the Doctor's order, you know.” Deering opened his lips to speak, but she held up a warning finger. “Some other time—perhaps tomorrow. But you must go to sleep now. TI’ll be back later to see how well you can obey.” The Lieutenant settled himself back with a rueful little sigh and closed his eves. However, he gave himself up to a ”” conscious only that she was near him and with a sort of vague longing that he might keep her there always. = %£ % x * “I am so glad you have come at last,” said Deering that afternoon, with a sigh of relief, “I thought you never would!” Aline smiled dewn into his half-petu- lant face, as she smoothed the pillows on his cot and sat down at the head of it with a book. “This is my third visit since morn- ing,” with a playful little nod of re- proach, “but you were so taken up with pleasant dreams that I really hated to disturb you.” “Only about four or five hours.” “How do you know that my dreams | were pleaasnt?” “Oh, I can tell. For one thing—you were smiling and—" “And?—Did I say things?” “Marvelous!” Deering glanced up at her quickly, a sudden curious expression showing on his face. “What was it?” “It?” Aline smiled in a tantalizing little way. “That is the disadvantage of being an invalid,” she replied. “You just gave yourself ‘dead away,” as they say.” SPECIMEN SLOW RAILWAY x Train Was “Held Up” While-a Hunter Went Out for a Lidtle * Game, > Speaking about rapid transit, I re- member a few years ago traveling on a go-as-you-please train in Florida, and although it took the greater part of a day to travel 30 miles, I en- joyed the trip.” The speaker was Jack Flanning, the crack trap shooter, at the Fifth Avenue hotel, the other day, re- lates the New York Times. “It was in 1894; 1 went down to Flor- ida on a hunting trip, intending to join) a party at Leesburg. A steamboat carried us up the St. John’s river to As- tor, all right. “A dinky-dink line called the St. John’s & Lake Eustis railway runs between Astor and Leesburg, a | tance of 30 miles, and the return trip | until midnight. “Won't you tell me?” he queried wist- | fully, lifting to her a pair .of entreat- ing eyes. “I'm afraid—" “You must tell me,” he broke in ex- | tive of the dream myself.” “The latter would in all probability the more discreet calamity.” “Would you be very—bored?” “I think not. I like dreams.” “People don’t generally.” “I'm not people.” Deering glanced up suddenly and sur- prised a faint little smile glinting about the corners of her lips, and came near forgetting himself in the admiring con- templation of it. Aline felt his glance on her, and looked straight ahead. She also felt the warm blushes sweep her face from neck to brow and turned away that he might not see. “You are very kind to me”—he went on after a pause, “It was an awfully peculiar dream. But I enjoyed it—espe- cially the ending. Usually dreams are such unsatisfactory things, but this one —well, I wouldn’t mind if part of it— the last—were tc come true.” He was looking at her as he spoke, a half-wistful light shining in his eyes. Aline met his glance for a moment only, and changed color. Then she pulled herself together and tried to remember that she was only this great fellow’s nurse, and that it wasn't exactly consistent to blush in that capacity. But she did not look very professional with the hot flush fading from her cheeks and the odd little look that sat so prettily on her girlish face. “I thought in my dream that I was going to be married,” Deering went on slowly, “married to the woman who is dearer to me than all else besides.” He was watching her with a peculiar light in his penetrating gray eyes. Aline shot a quick glance at him from beneath half - closed eyes, and reddened. The pages of her book crackled under un- steady hands. She turned a page me- chanically, waiting for him to go on. “Shall I tell you who—she is?” “If you wish,” was the low response. Deering’s hand crept stealthily toward the fingers that toyed with the leaves of the book, and closed slowly over them. “Don’t you think that—the dream might be induced to—come true?” There was a subtle, swift meaning in the dark blue eyes that met his clear gray ones for a second, but vastly more in the flush of vivid red that swept her face from neck to brow, as the soldier raised the hand he held and pressed it to his lips. be Washington.~ t resident Roosevelt has found a competent nan willing to hder go the danger. ~ another eruption of Mount Pelee. He is John EB jewell, of Galena, Ill. who appeared hetore the Board of Offi- cers at the S° : Department and was examined to -certain his fitness to fill the vacancy r. sed by the death of Con- sul Prentisc at St. Pierre, His nomina- tion will he sent to the Senate to-mor- row. The -epartment is anxious that he shall + ch Fort de France as quickly as possi' : in order that he may relieve Cor il Ayme, whose post is at Gaude- lor e, and who has been compelled to a’ end not only to the consular business f his own island, but to that of Mar- tinique as well. An Important Niagara Industry. One of the most important indus- | tries attaching to the cheap power delicious sense of rest and fell asleep, | now produced by Niagara is the elec- trical tearing apart of the molecule of common salt resulting in the for- mation of caustic soda and bleaching | powder. Smallpox Statistics, Smallpox, as officially reported in | the United States from December 28, | 1901, to May 2, 1902, presents a grand | total of 30,815 cases, with 921 deaths, | as vith 22,344 c 5 349 | : in contrast wit ases and 349 | mind telling him her age” deaths in the corresponding period of 1901. Mrs. Youngwife—I want to get some salad. Dealer—Yes'm. Mrs. Youngwife—Gracious! you always took the heads off. just plain chicken salad. How many heads? takes from five o'clock in the morning The conductors on trains down south are all called cap- tain, and the particular ‘genus homo’ | on this train was Capt. Tucker. and he was all right. “We hadn’t been out of Astor station three minwtes before Capt. Tucker was taking the measure of my guns and | dogs and wanted tu know why 1 didn’t stop off at Sellers Lake. “ ‘If you’ens would like to git a shot at a deer,’ said he. ‘I’ll hold her up | (meaning the train) out at Bay Head.’ | * ‘Much game out here?’ 1 inquired. *“ ‘Some deer out with the and plenty of quail and robins.’ “Finally the train pulled up at a lit- tle station called Ravenswood. a de- cayed village with two or three inhab- ited houses, and Capt. Tucker pointed in the direction of the bay head and said he would ‘hold her up for yer,’ and I went in search of game. “I was gone about an hour, and bagged seven or eight brace of quail. and, returning to the train, found train- men and passengers (there were two | besides my self) fast asleep under a shed, the engineer playing a game of solitaire in the baggage car. Capt. | Tucker was absent, and, the engineer promising to whistle for me before the train started. I wandered off in the di- rection of a neat-looking house to get a glass of milk and something to eat. “Here I found my conductor engaged in conversation with the lady of the house, who was apparently a widow, and on seeing me the ‘genus homo’ exclaimed: ‘I'll be starting her in about 20 minutes.’ “ ‘What’s keeping us?’ I inquired. “‘A dratted turkey has just gone on her nest, and she’uns (pointing his thumb to the widow) wants to send a dozen eggs to town, and she’s just one shy.’ “We reached Leesburg that night.” VOLCANOES IN KAMCHATKA. A Number That Are Always in a State of Eruption Afford Grand Spectacles. Kamchatka has many volcanoes, the only ones in Russian territory that are still active. They are unusually im- pressive. Their summits are always smoking and often glow with molten lava, though they are clad in eternal snow and are covered with glaciers. The volcanic eruptions are very grand, but being witnessed only by a few na- tives or Russian officials they awaken but little attention in the west. About 40 of the mountains are of volcanic or- igin, but of these not more than 12are still active, states the New York Sun. One of these remarkable eruptions occurred last fall at the Avacha vol- cano, 8,210 feet high, on the southeast, coast of Kamchatka. The eruptions were accompanied by subterranean rumblings that were audible for 60 miles. These phenomena were often attended by violent earthquakes which sometimes raise the waves to a great height, flooding the coast and sweep- | ing away the tents of the natives. This was the case in the recent eruption. The accounts that have been sent to St. Petersburg of this eruption say | that a more magnificent and awful | spectacle was probably never present- ed. Lava flowed in deep streams down | the sides of the mountains. The streams looked like wide, molten riv- | ers. From fissures in the earth nox- ious gases escaped, destroying animal and vegetable life near the mountain. | Even fish were killed by thousands in the neighboring streams. The volcanic eruptions in Kahchatka probably surpass those of any other part of the world in violence and dura- tion. An Krasheninnikov lasted four years, from 1727 to 1731, and that of 1737, which was far more violent, discharged vast lava streams, melting the glaciers and sweeping the glaciers and sweep- ing avalanches of ice and water into the surrounding valleys. The Limit. “She said he was inquisitive.” “Was he?” “Well, he asked her the cost of her own.” “I should call that very—" “0, that’s not what she objected to.” “Indeed!” “Then he said: ‘Are youengaged?’ ” “By Jove. That was—" “She didn’t object to that.” “Didn’t object?” “No. Then he asked her what size of shoe she wore.” “Well, of all the—" “That didn’t disturb her.” “What did, then?” “He finally asked her if she would “Qh, I see.”—Detroit Free Press. Descriptive. Bacon—Who is that short, thick man over there? Egbert—Are you blind? That man | iz tall and slim. I thought | I want | { “Oh, you haven't talked to him, He’s short of money and thick in the head.”—Yonkers Statesman. dis- | cattle ! eruption mentioned by A CELESTIAL VOICE. Thad Brandon was one of those hap- py-go-lucky, hail fellows that everybody likes and nobody understands. He had more acquaintances and fewer friends than anyone. Of the latter Burt Bayton, who lived in Philadelphia, was the dearest. Companionship was as neces- sary to Thad as air and light. He used to boast to Payton that he meant to build up ‘and cement sure friendships { with three men and two women, and | that if he could do that he would live content and die satisfied. But in five vears of the most persistent “circulation” Payton alone had earned and held the title. It was early in May that Brandon, | spotless but threadbare in his last year’s | homespun, dropped in suddenly at Pay- | ton’s office, borrowed a cigar, put his | feet on the desk and sighed. “Burt, I would'nt marry the best wo- { man that ever breathed.” “It'd be pretty rough on her if you did,” quoth Payton, softly. “That's one of my reasons. only one and not the chief. If I had a wife I'd want her to be my best friend—iriend in the true, old, everlast- | ing sense, and no such woman ever lived, { Burt. IT tried ’em all—that is all I've | ever met—and it's no go. 1 generally fall down first—make some break. About half the time I find that it’s the woman's physieal attractions that have been holding me. Sometimes I relapse into my old drinking habit. Sometimes I catch myself telling her a lie. I have caught them doing the same—I mean | fibbing. But anyway the jig is up. A man can’t have a woman friend. He | oughtn’t to have a wife who is not his friend; ergo, me to the home for the aged and decrepit bachelors.” And Thad got up and whistled a dirge. He was always like that, looking for ad- ventures in Platonic fields. One day he came into Payton’s office in a state of great excitement. “Burt,” he began, “you don’t use your telephone much, do you? That’s what I thought.” He took a few excited turns about the office. Then: “Say, Burt, would you mind. if I used your ‘phone for about half an hour each day? Thanks. You'll hear my end of the talk anyhow, so I might as well tell you my scheme. I think I’ve found her. That's right. I don’t know her name, nor where she lives, and I swear, Burt, I don't want to. I'm never going to touch her hand, look into her eyes, nor sit near her. I'm determined to go no further than talking to her, and——" | “How in the deuce are you going to | talk to her if you don’t even know her name?” : “Just lock the door and watch me,” said ‘Thad, springing to the telephone, and calling for “eighteen-naught-three.” In a moment he hemmed nervously and, evidently having been answered, com- menced the following talk: “Is Miss Celeste there?” “Excuse me—I might have known your voice.” T “You would not know if I told you. No, you have never seen me—" “Just another moment, Miss. not mean it so. vou.” “It was your voice attracted me. I cannot forget.” “The Sixth avenue elevated.” “I know how hopeless that is. I shall never venture such audacity.” “Thank you. Your voice did not be- | lie your gracious heart.” | “Only this. That you permit me to | hear you every day at this hour.” “I shall not complain—a moment will I did I don’t expect to see | delight me more than all the other hours of my day.” “No motive whatever beyond this | selfish boon—"" At this moment the astonished Pay- {ton was called into the anteroom to | meet one of his few clients, and fif- | teen minutes later, when he went back, | Brandon was just saying: “Till to- | morrow, then, Miss Celeste. You have | been more than a fulfillment of my guess.” “Are you in love again, Thad?” grin- ned Burt, “No—never again in the old sense. I | never met this girl and I never will. I shall never tell her my name nor ask hers. I heard her voice in the elevated | the other night. I even refrained from ! looking at her, but I overheard her tell | her telephone number to the old lady with her,. That old lady disclosed all [ care to know when she said ‘Good- | night, Miss Celeste” I don’t know whether Miss Celeste is pretty or ugly. I’m sure she’s a perfect woman. I am not fit to touch the .aen 141 skirt. and I shall never intrude myself fur- ther. Understand?” Payton didn’t understand this latest | vagary of his friend, put ne on., _i1gh ed and said, “A" ~icht. Thad! Go ahead.” And for two weeks thereafter Thad | Brandon and Miss Celeste, at 2 o'clock each afternoon, talked over the tele- phone. Burt Payton had never sus- | pected his friend of such rare and su- | perlative eloquence. Wit, wisdom, sen- timent, imagination, self-sacrifice, manly tenderness and gentle manliness spoke in every sentence, every word he ut- | tered. Payton had quizzed Thad about | the culmination, about the denouement of this singular intercourse over nobody knew how many miles of telephone wire. | But Brandon stuck religiously to his de- { But it's | + Thaddeus Brandon.” RACTS anp FIGURES You recognize this as the figure of the majority of the stout women you know. The corset makes the figure, and makes it either good or bad. 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Secure territory at once. There is a substantia income in it for you. CENTURY CORSET €O., 109 South Fifteenth Street, Philadelphia, Pa. termination that the affair should have no denouement. “It is a spiritual and intellectual friendship, that's all,” Brandon would say. “I shall never see Celeste, nor shall she see me. 1 hear her every day and she hears me. That is enough. In this wedding of two souls there is and shall be nothing fleshy, nothing selfish, nothing personal” It was some time near the middle of | May when Thad began to show a sign of furtive doubt about this spiritual af- | finity. | “Your voice is not attuned today, Ce- leste,” Payton heard him say, “I hope no sorrow or annoyance has marred the unruffled surface of your life or of your dreams?” “It is not that. I am an unwearying soul. An indomitable optimist.” | “No. If you had not assured me in | the voice of a woman that your are Ce- leste I should have suspected the strange discordant tone and note 1 hear. Are you ill?” “Not physically, perhaps; but a men- tal, or a spiritual indisposition is far more dreadful than even physical death? You know, for me, you have no life but that of the soul? 1 do not admit that your corporal existence is real.” “Quite content, glorified indeed and helped each hour that it is so. But the quavering—really, Celeste, your voice— good-by. Tomorrow.” Somebody had entered the office and Payton was at his elbow with: s “Sh—sh! Just a moment. Mr. Bran- don.” : Thad Brandon, blushing, hung up the receiver aud sat down in the corner, wondering if the intruder had heard the conversation, or rather, his part of it. Listening nervously he heard the visitor say: “I am Miss Thorndyke, sir; Colonel Thorndyke’s daughter, and mother is too ill to come down today.” Then she and Burt Payton talked for a moment in suppressed monotones. The young lawyer went to his cabinet and got out a packet of legal documents. Brandon fidgeted about in his corner and looked at a paper without noticing that it was “upside down.” After a while he heard Payton cry: “Oh. Thad,” and coming forward he saw his friend and the strange girl standing expectant. “Miss Thorndyke, this is my friend, Thad looked into her smouldering eyes for a moment. Then he smiled and bowed as courtiers do, but his heart beat like a triphammer, and all his dreams surged into reality as he said: “How do you know, Miss Celeste?” “I asked central,” she answered, glanc- ing demurely at Payton, and presently they walked away together. ON THE BREAST OF MILADY. BY JOSEPH CONE. With the breath of Spring on the wood- ed slopes, Or down in the glen’s sweet solitude, Where the bluebirds sing of the walking Spring, The scent of arbutus fills the wood. They push their petals of sea-shell hue Up through the leaves of a bygone year, And the finder cries in his glad surprise, “What a dainty fairy land is here!” On the breast of milady in the town These wanderers find a place, Or she decks her hair with the petals rare, A duo of peerless grace. O sweet is arbutus down in the wood, Peering above the dead leaves brown, But sweetest of all are the blossoms small On the breast of milady in town! Sis Hopkins—Mis’ Lummis, ma wants t’ know ’f you can let her have a cup o’ sugar, two eggs, 'n’ a few raisins, 'n’ some flour. Oh, yes!—'n’ a little butter? Mrs. Lummis—Well I never! Sis Hopkins, you go home ’n’ tell your ECZEMA nioiiheem Head, Ring Worm, Itching jPiles, Sore Eyelids, Facial Blem- ishes, and all Skin diseases promptly cured by Spencer’s Ointment. Sent to any address on receipt of 25 cts. A. OO. PILSON, Pharmacist, 1327 W. Baltimore St., Baltimore, Md. 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Make our office your headquarters while in New York, as we are the leaders, have long lists to select from, and can safely say we sell more business places and procure more buyers than any other firm in our line. TRADING WITH THE POSTAL. Philadelphia.—It is officially stated that negotiations are in progress be- tween the Pennsylvania Railroad Com- pany and the Postal Telegraph Com- pany, concerning the operation of the telegraphic system over the railroad company’s lines. The Western Union Telegraph Company at present operates the Pennsylvania Railroad telegraph lines, but the contract will terminate in about six months. A vice-president of the Pennsylvania Railroad admitted that a conference ot officials of the two companies had taken place, but he said that he couid not an- ticipate the result of the meeting. Ask- ed if the contract with the Western Union was likely to be renewed, he said: “While no agreement with any com- pany has been reached, I fully believe that after December 1 the telegraph ser- vice along the Pennsylvania system will be in the hands of another company.” GRUMBLING AT LIPTON. London.—The annual meeting of the company known as “Lipton, Limited,” produced some complaints from share- holders because of a reduction in the amount of the dividend. One man said that if Sir Thomas Lip- ton, chairman of the company, attended a little more to business and a little less to yacht racing the conditions would be improved. Other shareholders loudly denounced the action of Sir Thomas in going into the liquor business. Sir Thomas’ gift of the company’s ad- vertising expenses was also criticised. A shareholder, amid remarks of ap- proval declared that he did not want to be bolstered up by one man and be the recipient of charity. Sir Thomas re- plied by saying that it was not too late for the shareholders to refuse the gift, but this offer produced no takers. Eventually all the directors were re- elected and the meeting passed a vote of thanks to Sir Thomas. In your defeat 's no disgrace— For you have done your best; On hist’ry’s page vou’ll have a place Along with all the rest h Who fought against o'erwhelming might And shed their blood in vain; And as your cause was just and right, Be sure ‘twill rise again, Though wrong may triumph, don’t for- get That God still reigns on high; And freedom’s cause will triumph yet— It’s cause can never die. O’er all the earth, in every tongue, Wherever men are free, mother I said if she'd wait till I had time t’ make it, she could come over 'n’ take the cake. | For countless ages will be sung Your fight for liberty. —Thomas O. Clark “i off she fev the hin eff res the Ur ing SC pla the lay
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