Greed A 2 (0.8, | REMEMBER; OLD TIME E> .8 FAVORITES : | REMEMBER. BY THOMAS HOOD. house where I was born, little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; e never came a wink too soon, or brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night d borne my breath away. k yemember, I remember [ remember, I remember he roses, red and white; violets and the lily-cups, hose flowers made of light! he lilacs where the robin built, nd where my brother set he laburnum on his birthday— The tree is living yet. I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops. Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance. But now ’tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Tee Lady of the Red Clover By J. Herbert Welch : : Under the big oak by the fifteenth tee Mr. Arthur Glendenning was sit- ting at his ease. He was some ten strokes behind his opponent, Colonel Bogey, but this did not bother him in the least, Bogey not being one of those players who tack their score cards in conspicuous places on the clubhouse bulletin board and mention their vie- tories to every one they meet. Nor was Arthur annoyed by the fact that a hun- gry bunker had swallowed up his ball —indeed, he hoped that his caddy’s search for it would go unrewarded yet a while, for it was restful here, and, incidentally, there was a rather allur- ing plecture in the fleld just across the leaf-strewn road that ran by the oak. The picture was that of a girl framed in red clover. It was a moving picture, too; that is, the girl was moving, gath- ering a big bunch of clover blossoms. Resting against the fence Arthur no- ticed a bicycle. “That girl is not a slave to fads, any- how,” he commented, lazily, to himself, “or she would have given up the wheel for ping-pong. The fact that she is out here alone indicates that she possescs independence and a mind of her—what! She's looking at that cow as if she were afraid of it!” If Arthvr’s imagination had been vivid enough to have viewed the cow as the girl viewed it, he would not have been so surprised that the beast should be causing her to show trepidation. A few minutes before, when she was sur- mounting the difficulty of the fence in quest of the clover she had assured herself that she wasn’t a bit afraid of that cow, and, as a matter of fact, she had felt brave until the cow had sud- denly raised its head from the grass and began to stare. Stares are always disconcerting. Perhaps the cow re- garded her as an enemy browsing upon its clover, perhaps as a friend with a handful of salt. At any rate, it gazed at her fixedly for a moment, and then took two steps in her direction. The girl retreated two steps, returning the cow’s stare haughtily. Suddenly the latter seemed to make up its mind, and began to advance in a business-like way, with long, swinging strides. A delicate, silvery shriek pierced the afternoon air, and the flight and pu suit began. In running ability they were quite evenly matched. The girl peared the fence—she gained it—she be- gan to climb. It was a most alluring picture, and Arthur Glendenning suc- cumbed to a great temptation. He nad his weaknesses. One of them had to do with cameras. The pretty views on the Ferndale links are so many that in this match with Colonel Bogey he had directed his caddy to bring the in- strument along. At this instant it lay at his side. He seized it, leveled it; its eye winked once. Then he dropped it hastily behind a log, and was across the road, all solicitude, just as the fu- gitive fell, a palpitating heap, on the grass on the safe side of the fence. “Are you hurt?’ he inquired, anx- fously. “No, no, thank you,” she panted, “but that—that terrible cow!” Arthur glanced in the direction of the cow. It did not have a very terrible aspect, but rather an expression of mild surprise, and even injury, as if it were exclaiming to itself: “Dear me, how very disappointing! Where's my salt?” “Let me assist you to your feet,” said Arthur, in his best manner, bending over her. She did not move, but ex- claimed, distressedly: “Oh, dear, the fence has torn my skirt! You haven't such a things as a pin or two, have you?” There was a beseeching note in her voice, and the young man would have given much to have been able to have produced a pin, but it was impossible. He felt of his clothing hopelessly; he gazed out over the sweeping green of the links, up at the trees, up at the canopy of the heavens, but he saw no pin. The caddy’s curly head just then ap- peared over the edge of the bunier. “Here, caddy,” shouted Arthur, ‘run over to the clubhouse and get some pins, safety pins, any kind, and get all they’ve got in the place. Run! * = =» But don’t run so fast,” he added, ‘“‘as to injure your health,” for the girl with the pink glowing beneath the white of her rounded cheeks, with the brilliancy of excitement still in her eyes, and with wayward curlettes straggling from out of her mass of light Dbair, was certainly a picture— even more of a picture than she had seemed to Arthur from a distance—and he was too appreciative of the artistic to be willing that such a picture should pass quickly from his view, “May I sit down here on the grass and condole with you until the arrival of the—of the caddy?” asked Arthur. “I presume you may sit on the grass. I don’t own it, you know.” The acidity of this reply was tempered by a flitting shadow of a smile. “At all events,” answered Arthur, sitting down, ‘you took rather quick possession of a bit of it just now. But it was really very rude of that cow to disturb you. I can’t tell you how sorry 1 am.” A pair of soft yet penetrating eyes were studying the young man. “No, I don’t believe you can tell me how sorry you are,” said the pretty lips beneath the eyes, “and the reason is that you're not sorry at all. You're having trouble to keep from laughing.” Arthur could no longer restrain the hilarity that had been welling up be- neath a very thin veneer of polite so- licitude. They laughed together. “But I must have done with this lev- ity,” cried Arthur, suddenly. “I must be up and doing. My lady’s hat and flowers still lie within the domain of the fell beast. I must recover them at all hazards. I must face this beast, or else, ’od’s boddikins, I were unworthy the name of knight!”. ! He approached the fence, leaped over and in a moment was bowing low in the act of laying the trophies at the lady’s feet. “Marry, now, but you are, forsooth, a brave knight,” she laughed. “Ah, lady, my life were but a slight to crave a boon of you I would plead that you take from the heap one small red clover blossom and pin it in my buttonhole with your own fair hands.” She laughed again. “Methinks you are a bold knight, too. But for the sake of the dangers you have passed I will decorate you, Sir Arthur—when the pins arrive.” The young man came very near los- ing his knightly pose. “How under the sun do you happen to know my name?” he was about to inquire, but he perceived, before it was too late, that she had hit upon the name innc- cently, as the usual name for knights. “May I be allowed to express a sus- picion of you?’ he asked. i J 20 “I hope I am not a suspicious per- son,” she answered, “but what is it?” “Only that you have been reading historical novels.” “Worse than that. But it seems to me that your mind also is steeped in the romantic.” “It is. I’ve justfinished being thrilled by Miss Mary Malvern’s book, ‘A Court Cavalier.” The celebrated Miss Mal- vern is sojourning for the summer in this vicinity, you know.” “Yes, I know,” said the girl, hastily, “and what do you think of her book?’ “Well,” replied Arthur, slowly and judicially, “it is not bad, not half bad. Of course, most of the situations are impossible, and most of the characters have no counterpart in the heavens above, nor tha earth beneath, nor the waters under the earth, but—on the whole—the story’s clever.” She smoothed a wrinkle in her skirt, then asked slowly: “Do you really think there is any- thing clever in it? What, for in- stance?” Arthur liked this deference to his lit- crary judgment, and he continued, complacently: “Well, in the first place, it is clever because it was written by so very young a person. They say she is only about twenty or twenty-one. As a mat- ter of fact, however, I suppose she is nearer thirty. And if she is as young as is reported, I think her mother ought to have looked after her better, because she seems to have had an amazing amount of experience in af- fairs of the heart. One cannot write of these things as realistically as she does without an intimate knowledge of them. While many of the situations are highly improbable, as I have said, some of the love scenes are life itself. I verily believe that only a veteran co- quette could have described as Mary Malvern does the manner in which El- vira leads the gallants on and then flouts them. Yet there is a distinct del- icacy and charm about it all. This Miss Malvern must be a most interest- ing girl. meet her. Do you know, I thought several times when I was reading the book that I could. fall in love with a girl with a mind like hers. I think we would be very sympathetic and conge- nial.” “Not really!” exclaimed the girl on the grass. Her lips and eyes were smiling. She seemed to be taking im- sacrifice in your service, but were I| I would give a good deal to |. mense interest in his conversation, and this encouraged Arthur to go on. “Yes, really. And another thing I like about her is her ferocity. Why, when she gets a couple of swashbuck- lers together in a dark alley in old Lon- don she writes about the encounter so that you can fairly hear their hard breathing in the struggle. She enjoys it herself. I'll venture to guess that Miss Malvern has plenty of grit, and would stand her ground in the face of danger." “You don’t think she is afraid of cows, then?’ From under her eye- lashes the girl on the grass glanced up at him with a quizzical look of inquiry. “Oh, I beg your pardon,” laughed Arthur; “I wasn’t thinking of compari- sons. To be afraid of cows is perhaps more charming than not to be afraid of them. But, referring again to Miss Malvern, do you suppose she will marry, and become more or less com- monplace—it’s aneffect matrimony has, you know—or do you imagine she'll re- main true to literature? Tell me, just for the sake of discussion, what you think the probabilities are. As a wom- an, you can, of course, weigh them bet- ter than I can.” “Well, I don’t know,” said the girl, thoughtfully. “I don’t believe that marriage need be commonplace, and— but here come the pins.” : Arthur followed her glance, and saw with displeasure that the ping were, in- deed, arriving. He uttered silent male- dictions upon the caddy's short, sturdy legs that were comingover the green so rapidly and conscientiously. He busied himself with the young woman's bicycle when she was closing the rent made by the fence rail, and when he had reluctantly led the machine out into the road because she said she posi- tively must be going he remarked, as- suming again his knightly tone: “If my lady should chance to pass this way on the morrow at the same hour, she will find a knight to tilt a lance in her protection, if need be, against the cow, or any other peril.” “The knight has been very kind,” she smilingly replied, “and I thank him, and I will say that I have enjoyed his conversation more than he can imag- ine, but I could not ask him to risk his life again for me.” “But is he not to have a name to dream on, nor any hope of the future?’ “He should be full of hope for the future,” she called back, after she had mounted, “and as for the name, ‘the lady of the red clover’ should be a good name to dream on.” 4 Arthur watched her till her figure grew small on the road and disap- peared around a turn. That night in his dark room he rocked a photo- graphic plate to and fro in the develop- ing fluid with great care and much anxiety, and felt the amateur’s glow of enthusiasm in triple quantity when the picture began to take distinct form be- neath his eyes. First there was a bit of road, then the grass, then the fence, and, finally, rising in triumph on the uppermost rails, the lady of the red clover, while behind her ‘peered the mildly surprised face of a cow and an expanse of field. “It is a very well-balanced picture; the composition is murmured Arthur, the amateur photo- grapher, as he bent over the plate. “She’s a stunning looking girl,” mur- mured Arthur, the young man, as he held the plate to the light. After ex- pending much time and labor on the prints he framed one of the best of them and gave it the place of honor among the divinities on kis mantel: piece. - ’ “And here’s the picture of tue girl,” he remarked to Bob Wilton a night or two afterward, as he finished the reci- tal of his interesting experience. Bob glanced at the photograph. “Wh—at!” he cried, bursting into a great laugh. “My dear fellow, pre- pare yourself to bear up beneath a blow. This lady of the red clover, with whom you talked about Miss Mary Malvern, and with whom you tried to make an appointment for the next afternoon, is no less a personage than Miss Mary Malvern herself.” Bob lost ne opportunity to tell the story at the golf clubhouse. It very speedily reached the drawing rcoms, and one morning Arthur received a faintly perfumed letter on a delicately tinted blue paper. Its contents were as follows: “My Dear Sir—It seems that the knight is a very modern kind of knight, who, when he is succoring ladies in dis- tress, takes snapshcts of them. Was the deed quite knightly? Since the lady of the red clover has no desire to remain perpetually in distress on a fence. she must ask that the prints be surrendered to her and that the plate be destroyed. Very truly yours. “MARY MALVERN. “Pp, S.—Since the knight's act of de- ception has made his trustworthiness appear to be a somewhat uncertain quantity, the lady considers it a wise precaution to be a spectator to the de- struction of the plate. She will be at the golf clubhouse, with a mutual friend, to-morrow afternoon at 4 o'clock.” s % 8 5 = “But why,” asked Arthur, in a tone of mock complaint, “did you allow me to go on so foolishiy about Miss Mal! vern and her book?” . “Oh, I was not responsible,” laughed Miss Malvern. “It was fate, who had witnessed the snapshot, helping me to get even.” “Well, then,”.said Arthur, “we start fair. Will you drive first?” “No; I prefer that you be in the lead. There may be a cow on the course, you know.”—New York Times. The National Museum at Belgrade has.come into possession of a collec tion of 68,000 Roman copper coins re- “cently unearthed near a Servian vil lage. The oldest of them belong te the time of Caracalla. nearly perfect,” | CARE OF THE ICE BOX. Xt Should Be the Most Perfectly Regu- lated Feature in the House. There is a household feature, small in itself, yet of vital importance, which is too often slighted, if not wholly ig- nored, by the indifferent mistress: That is personal inspection of ‘the ice- box. In cold weather, dereliction of duty in this regard is bad enough, but in hot aml humid days it become crim- inality. The ice-box should be at all times, to the unequivocal knowledge. of every housewife, the most immacuiate and perfectly regulated feature in even a faultlessly conducted menage. While every particle of food which might be made serviceable a second time should be prudently set aside and cared for from one day until the next, the line should be drawn very rigidly right at this point. Many dishes and portions of food thus placed away by a procrastinating and unconscionable domestic are left for indefinite periods, harsh as the declaration may appear, in seeming perversion of the refriger- ator to that of the refuse-can. Nothing hot, or even warm, should ever be placed in the ice-box. All food should be previously allowed to cool off thor- oughly. Meat when received from the butcher, should be immediately re- moved from the paper, washed off with a clean wet cloth, and laid on a plate in the ice-box. Immediate contact with the ice will detract from the flavor of the meat. Several pieces of meat should never be placed one on top of the other. Even where there are only a couple of steaks, or a few cheps, do not in warm weather stack them one BN t a | ui \ \ on al \ oN en SWINGING SEAT AAs ih louse Keeping Xfi and project above the spoke or arm one and one-half inches. Now set the post three feet into the ground and place the reel upon the top, a At : a having the hub securely fastened by large screws. Make the platform four feet wide at the end mext the post, three feet at the outer end, seven feet long and three feet above the ground. For the corner posts use two-inch stuff, six inches wide. Have a floor support of the same spiked to the high post, with the ends spiked to the @prner posts. Connect with other pieces to the other posts and nail on a floor of inch boards. Make a short stairway of four steps. Of course you will see that all the lumber is nicely planed, and when in position paint it with two coats of any color to suit. Use galvanized clothesline wire for the reel. The cost will be substantially as fol- lows: Hub, $1; spokes, $1; wire, 75c.; posts, $1; thirty feet, 2x6, 60c.; thirty feet inch boards, 45c.; nails and spikes, 20c.; paint, $1; labor, $4. Total, $10.~ New England Homestead. HT RR SRN isk RRL Tatu 25 FOR THE PORCH. over the other. They will keep much better separately. Fish, after: being cleansed and washed, may be placed on the ice with the skin side down- ward. Fruit does not belong in the ice-box; nor does cheese. The latter should be kept in a tin box in some cool, dry place, and wrapped in a clean, white cloth. Milk and butter should always be kept covered and given, where feas- ible, a separate compartment in the refrigerator. Nothing so rapidly ab- sorbs the flavor of anything and every- thing with which it may be associated as will these two articles. The best of butter will quickly spoil if allowed to remain uncovered; and milk soon be- comes a depository for all formidable stray germs and floating dust particles. A large piece of ice every other day, of size sufficient to fill the section de- signed to hold the ice, will be found more satisfactory and profitable than a small piece every day. A larger piece of ice will generate more quickly a low degree of temperature, and also ensure its unabated continuance. Neither the lid nor the doors of the ice-box should ever be left open one instant longer than imperatively necessary. Paper will be found effectual in pre- serving the ice from melting, but this must be renewed each day in dry, fresh quantities; and no pieces of damp or moist paper must ever be allowed to remain in the ice-box. Newspapers may be used. The ice must be covered on the sides and the top. The refrigerator should be emptied of its contents and washed out at least twice a week, and always thoroughly dried and aired before the food is re- placed. The drain-pipe must be kept clear and pure.—Collier's Weekly. A New Clothes Reel. elevated platform high enough to clear the deepest snows, is not so very costly, and adds to the comfort and conven- ience of the housewife in a degree to be appreciated only by those who have used it. It may be built in this way: Get a post of seasoned wood that is about seven inches in diameter at one end, tapering to about five inches at the other, and eleven feet long. Have a reel made with a four-spoked cast iron hub, to be had at any hardware store. Make the spokes of oak or ash seven feet long and two and one-half inches wide at the inner end, tapering to one inch at the other, and thick enough to fill the socket in the hub. Wooden pins one-half inch in diameter should be inserted in the top side for holding the { line. Let the pins be ome foot apart A common clothes reel, made with an A Swinging Seat. Certainly, it seems as if a porch should be much more roomy than re- stricted city space will allow to ac- commodate their largely increased fur- nishings. Among the most popular porch pieces is a swinging seat of rattan, as here shown. : Those of wood were such clumsy contrivances that ones of rattan have almost entirely superseded them. This one embodies all the latest fea- tures, gay ornamented ropes, instead of the clanking iron chains of the wood- en sort, the side pocket for books, work or magazines, and the shelf for glass of cooling drink. This may be had in soft moss green, bright sealing wax red or in the nat- ural white rattan. More exclusive still, it may be ordered in a number of soft tints of unusual shades, that cost a little more, but are less ordinary. Gray with scarlet curtains are much liked just now. Denim and gay India cottons are most used in their up- holstering.—Philadelphia Record. ‘A Kitchen Cabinet. To he made of yellow pine, finished in natural wood and hard oiled, at a cost of $2.48 for ma- terial. The length ; over all is 48 inches, depth 27 inches, height 60 inches, ca. pacity of bins, 100 pounds each. This is handsome enough for a sideboard, and will repay the outlay many times over in saving steps and time to the wife who is generally c¢ook, nousekeeper and nursery maid. In the small dia- gram is shown the tilting flour or meal bin, a being the handle, b the circle and slot and c the stop bar.—American Agriculturist, London averages daily 475,000 tele- grams. In Paris the daily average is 120,000. KEYSTONE STATE NEWS CONDENSED PENSIONS GRANTED. Manual Training Recommended—Sen- tence Suspended—A. 0. U. Offi- cers—Big Coal Shipment. The following names were added to the pension roll during the past week: John G. .Milliron, Putneyville, $6; John McGuicken, Soldiers’ Home, Erie, $8; Henry C. Kline, Conshocken, $6; Alvurtis O’Dell, Tryonville, $12; David Hilty, Bradford, $90; Nathaniel Boughton, Springfield, $12; Thomas G. Livingston, Hopewell, $24: George J. Cornelius, Port Matjlda, $17; Thos. J. Rouse, Plateau, $10; William D. Abbott, Suthervilie. $8; George Wertz, Lewisburg, $14; George W. Monroe- ton, $20; Hannah Snyder, Boliver, $8; J.emuel C. Knight, Bradford, $8; Wil liam 8S. Yocum, West Conshock, $6; Jobn N. Coleman, - Clarksburg, $10; Daniel A. Barnhill, Newville, $10; Frank B. Koons. Huntington Mills, 312; Jacob Barley, Carlisle, $8; Perry | ‘Watts, Pottsville, $10. The Grand Ledge of the Ancient order of United Workmen. in session at Harrisburg adjour.2d to meet at Uniontown ‘next October. Supreme Recorder Sackett, of Meadville, in- stalled the following officers: Past grand master workmen, Edward BE. Hopmann, Johnstown; grand master workmen, Martin ®forris, Philadel- ohia; grand foreman, James J. Munn, Pittsburg; grand overseer, Amos Blum, Sunbury: grand trustee, Major Joseph C. Smith, Harrisburg; grand medical examiner, Dr. P. Y. Eigen: berg, Norristocwii; representatives of supreme lodge, Edward E. Hopmann, Johnstown; John W. Ricknell, Nor- ristown, and Silas A. Kiine, Greens: burg. Mrs. Ida Wilkins, who was convict- ed of involuntary manslaughter for Killing her husband, William Denny Wilkins, at Pittsburg, while he was at- tempting to prevent her from shoot- ing herself, was permitted by Judge Edwin H. Stowe to go home with her two sisters. Sentence was suspended on condition that she cure herself of the morphine habit, which was the cause of hor deranged mental condi- tion when the tragedy occurred. Cne of the sisters lives in Greensburg and the other in Altocna. She will be called for sentence in six months if not reformed. The Teachers’ Institute in session at New Castle shows a decrease in the number cf experienced teachers in country districts. Country directors have failed ro raise wages in propor- tion to the increase in the cost of living and practically all the older teachers have sought more lucrative employment. An attemp: was made at Altoona to hold up George Dezupena. Ie had a large sum of money with him at the time, representing his own wages and the money¥ he had received from 90 of his boartlers. Two men attack- 2d him, one using a sandbag. He beat them off and retained his money. The home of George Brown, near New Florence, was broken into by burglars. Brow, who is 65 years of age and a cripple, was bound, gagged and his feet burned by the burglars. who wanted him to tell where his money was. A few dollars was all they secured. M. Zahniser, for many years cashier of the Sharon National bank, which was merged into the Sharon Savings and Trust Company, and who retired ° when the latter began business, was voted $5,000 by the directors as a re- ward for faithful services. The Grand Jury at York, returned eight true bills against County Treas- urer William O. Thompson. Four are for forgery and four for embezzle- ment. It is alleged that Thompson’s Saoriage amounts to more than $70,- Raymond, 8-year-old mon of Clifford Watt, bess roller at the Colonial steel works, Monaca, fell ‘under a freight train he was attempting to board and his right leg was so badly crushed as to require amputation above the knee. At the closing session of the Law- rence county Teachers’ Institute, resolutions were adopted recommend- ing that manual training be taught in the schools of the county, and es- pecially in the New Castl® schools. The Greensburg Foundry & Ma- chine Company. has purchased the plant of the Gondola tannery at Grapeville and arrangements are be- ing made to move its works from Grapeville to the new site. Miss Marion Morse, of Beaver, a graduate of the Chautaugua branch of the New York State library uni- versity, was elected librarian by the board of trustees of the Carnegie library at Beaver Falls. : Burglars blew open the safe of the Babcock Lumber Company, in Ash- tola, Somerset county, securing about $1,500 in cash, two $1.000 negotiable bonds and about $4,700 in negotiable paper. Kittanning councils have begun court proceedings against the Kittan- ning and Ford City Street Railway Company to restrain the latter from operating its line in ‘the borough limits. Joseph Miller, aged 15, was in- stantly killed the accidental gun, The Washington ccunty court has appuinted W. H. McEnrue to succeed Samuel C. Clarke as court reporter. Richard J. Jones, a striking an- thracite miner of Mahanoy City, who sought work elsewhere when the strike was declared, was struck by a train at Lilly, and instantly killed. The railroad yards of the Pennsgyl- vania Lines West of Conway, are to be lighted with electricity, the Valley Electric Company, of Fallston. se- curing the contract for the wiring. Dora E. Wimer, of near Pardoe, Mercer county, was attacked by a mad dog and severely bitten. Lillian E. Miles, of Kane, has been appointed a clerk in the pension agency at Pittsburg. at Somerset, Pa., by discharge of a shot To leavi ing, of ol] thoro hour, with of bi good wate: dry prese dark of bo casti Trib Th first « fied, : taste times Ult little they Sai both white are s For fs the fer a broid tuck Wh stuff, pleat broid party The choice older ang. 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