ae EY ML A er EEE i 5 oi j AR s class to be presented on Easter morn- ‘money 3 LEE by the way prayer! that crowns pitiful arms. gentle cold shroud ; and as soon as his soul abandons his earthly body, may he ascend to God’s throne. Look Thou on all the deeds of his life; find out the noble thoughts that have sprung from his heart, and scatter them like fragrant mountain flowers before the feet of God, that, when his spirit reaches the face of the Lord, the Lord may in His infinite mercy welcome him. SWEET JESU, the bold son of the motntains invokes Thee, ‘as Eord of ‘the eternal snows and Sovereign of the lofty peaks. Incline T plains, that have the likeness of Thy robe, spotless and snowy ! soften the horror for mortals who go through the frozen ways ; lead them, protect them in the dangerous paths; and if any should fall hine eyes towards these white Deign, O Lord, to and die, receive him into. Thy Softly spread over. him the O Blessed One, hear my And may the golden light the Alps, which is an emana- tion of the Divine light, enfold him in glorious peace for ever! Amen. AN EASTER "7 IDEA OF © MARGERY’S, ARGERY LEN- NOX ran down the steps of the piazza, buttoning her jacket as she went, Patsy, her little fox terrier, | heariug the bang of the front door, | : rushed . around the corner or the house to join his lit- tle mistress, and together they ran to the corner of the avenue. “Now, Patsy, dear, you must go back. You ought to be thankful that you can go back, instead of having to sit in a stuffy old schoolroom all morning, when it's so beautiful out- doors. Go, that a good doggie!” And Patsy turned back obediently, if a little reluctantly, and was soon dash- ing about the wet lawn with one of Margery’s old rubbers for a playfel- low. Margery went skipping on to school rejoicing in the enticing beauty of the April morning. It seemed to her that the grass and the bursting leafbuds on the shrubbery fairly laughed as she passed them, and as for the robbins and bluebirds, they were actually hil- arious in their joy that spring nad come. The people she met seemed un- usually pleasant looking until she came to where Central alley met the street. Just as she reached it three boys rushed out, almost colliding with her as they ran, and looking over their shoulders as if they expected some one were following. Margery checked her- self to avoid them and then looked in the direction from which they had come. “They've been teasing ®ld Mrs, Laney,” she thought, and sure enough, the old woman stood in her door shalk- ing her fist at the receding boys. While Ma ry paused the dirty, disheveled old creature stooped and picked up a battered tin can in which a sickly ger- anium had been growing. With tremb- ling fingers she tried to straighten the plant, and it fell over the edge of the pail again, and Margery could see that the main stem had been broken off near the root. Then she went on, but some way the joyousness of the morn- ing seemed dimmed, and if the birds in the maple trees above her sang as 8ayly as ever she did not hear them. She was thinking of the tumbled old | gray head bending over the broken plant. In the school room the rathered in a corner discussing a plan which Margery herself had set on foot, | the buying of a palm for their Sunday school teacher by the six girls of the girls were | —F=, ing. Several of the girls had brought and tendered it to Margery, whom they called chairman of the com- | ‘ | mittee. To their surpri 1e refused i | gry tears came into her eyes. to take it, urging her friend, Gardner, to take it in her place. “But why don’t you take it, Margery? You started the plan.” Margery was silent for a moment trying to gather courage to face the girls’ surprise and displeasure. “Because,” she said at last, not very bravely, “I can’t give anything toward the palm, and it wouldn't be fair for me to choose it.” The girls were silent for a moment. Then one of them said, meaning “It’s a queer way to do, I think, to talk up a plan and get people interested and then back out when it comes to paying your share.” blushed and the quick an- May Margery I mitiar with the sight of Mrs. Laney . TPluck | © © Mdvenrture. intoxicated and belligerent, but it is doubtful if they had ever thought of Ler as Margery saw her now, a friend- less old woman, her poor old body worn with long years of hard, incessant la- bor and her mind weakened by sor- row and loss and most of all by the liquor she had taken to make her for- get her hard lot. As Margery went to school her spirits rose. She was say- ing to herself: “I'm glad TI¢thought of it. The worst was telling the girls and that's over. Now, I am going to enjoy the rest.” : 7 Ley Mrs. Laney was. still asleep qn Eas- ter morning when Margery peeked through the little window, but she had not thought it necessary’ to lock’ the door, and, opéning it softly’ the little girl set inside a“beautiful’ white hyacinth in a prettily. decorated pot. Then she closed the door and ran out of the alley as fast as she could:go. What the old woman did when, on waking, she saw the lovely plant Mar- gery never knew, but she wis quite satisfied that her sacrifice had hot been in vain, when next morning she discovered Mrs. Laney seated in her doorway holding the pottin her lap and every now and then bending her rough gray head to inhale its fragrance. When at last the waxen bells began to fade the old plant mysteriously dis- appeared, and in its place the bewil- dered woman found another just as fresh and fragrant, but this time pink. and ® © A TERRIBLE NIGHT. ~XG3% OST women are cowards of ¥ when there is not much of © Ms anything to be afraid of. 7 N Young Mrs. Garvin is no ACR exception, and her friend, Mrs. Phelps, alsqa-comes under the gen- eral rule... In an emergency. doubtless they would turn out heroines, but the routine of daily life proves their lack of ‘bravery at every turn, That was” why, when Garvin had to be away from home one night on a business trip and Phelps was called to his brother's by the latter's illness the two deserted wives united forces. “You come over and stay with me,” Mrs. Garvin said to Mrs. Phelps. “My house is safer and locks up better. Why, I wouldn't stay alone for a doz- eh farms.” : “*Nor'l,” shivered Mrs. Plrelps. “Shall I bring Jack's revolver?” Mrs. Garvin shrieked. “Oh, don’t!” she begged. “It might go off. I don’t know how to shoot it, anyhow. Do you?’ *No,” confessed Mrs. Phelps. “1 just thought if we knew it was there we might feel safer.” They Lad a cosy dinner and a pleas- Again the pink one faded and a pur- ple flower took its place, until the co : ors were exhausted, and 2Iargery was | substituting a flourishing geranium in place of the last one, when she was startled to hear a shrill voice behind her call out: “Thanks to heaven, I've found ye at last! And to think the! only friend I have do be one o’ thim school childer I be cursin’ this many year?” The geranium thrived, but Mrs. Lan- ey did not, and before another Easter came round her hard life was over. To her little friend she had confided her horror of being buried by the town, and, after consulting with her mother, Margery was able to promise ler that she need not dread a pauper’s funeral. When Miss Andrews’ Easter present was under discussion that year Marg- ery made haste to .iand her share over the chairman, saying, with a smile as she did so, “That's so; I won’t change my mind this time, girls; there might be another temptation.”—Alice D. Baukhage. Day For the Children. Easter is a bright day for the little, ones at the fireside of our own nation. The President of the United States comes out on Easter Monday and op- ens the gate to his big yard, and the happy children take possessi and “CHRIST IN GETHSEMANE.” May Gardner slipped her arm around her | friend’s waist, which gave her courage to answer: *It does look that way. 1 know, but we agreed to spend only our own money for the palm, and, and 1 have thought of another way to spend mine.” The girl who had spoken first turned away. “Miss Andrews will be fiat- tered when she hears that,” she said. Once more the tears started in Marg- ery’s eyes. The bell rang aud the group broke up, but May waited to give her friend a sympathetic squeeze and to whisper: “Never mind, Marge, I know you're all right.” On her way to school in the after- noon Margery ventured into the alley and peeped through thé half-open door of the shanty. The old woman lay asleep on a cot. On the floor beside her was a half emptied bottle, and on the window sill stood the poor geran- ium tied with a piece of string to a stick to keep it upright. The stem had been carefully bandaged, but the leaves had wilted and hung limp and dying. | | The school children had become fa- | play egg rolling on the beautiful lawns The Marine Band plays and many peo ple come to look on at the children’s pleasure, among whom are often grave and wise Senators, who, taking a short recess from the arduous exercises of national legislation, come to bestow their Easter smiles on the little sover- eigns of the Republic. t | { have to know about it,” sajd Mrs. ant evening, but at 10 o'clock they put out the downstairs lights and skurried upstairs in the dark. When Mrs, Gar- vin finally found the bedroom gas anl a match their faces were pale, but they talked fast. “It is really foolish for us to be afraid,” said Mrs. Garvin grandly, as she inspected and locked the windows. “Every door downstairs bolts as well as locks, and the windows all have burglar alarms, though the kitchen alarm doesn’t work very well. Do you suppose any one would try to get in there?” “You ‘can’t tell,” said Mrs, Phelps. “Burglars always seem to know right where the weak spot of a house is. Let's get to sleep as soon as we can and then we wen't worry any more.” Ten minutes after the lights were out Mrs. Phelps sighed. “Are you asleep?’ she asked softly. *No,” said Mrs. Garvin. wide awake as anything. remembering the awful Lettie had with burglars. all chloroformed.” “I'd rather be chloroformed “I’m as I was just time Cousin They were than Phelps, gloomily. What vas that?” “I—good gracious! They woth started up in terror at the scraping, stealthy noise they heard. Then Mrs. Garvin relaxed. “It's the ak tree next the house,” she said in relief. “I might have %nown. But did you ever hear stairs creak and . The same night he opened his door, took a bread crumb impression of the corridor lock, made another key, and soon found himself outside the cor- ridor. From a cupboard he extracted la sheet and a broom handle, which he tied together, ard mad~ his way into the prison yard, which is sure rounded by a wall topped with brok- en glass. Fixing the broom handle between two bottle ends, he threw the knotted sheet over the wall and slid down it into the street. His next move was to break into, a house and exchange his prison costume for ordinary attire. For the present, says the Matin, all trace of this résourceful criniinal has been lost.—London Ddily Mail, = THE JOY OF THE.SKEE. Of all the elusive arts, declares Mr. G. M. H. Hewitt, in “The Pedagogue at Play,” the art of the skee is the most irritating. It is not that one falls often, i* is not that one usually hurts himself severely, but it is that one falls so inextricably. You generally roll over with your head down hill, says Mr. Hewitt. One arm is pinned by the heel of one of those lengthy strips of wood, the other arm by the toe of the other. After a few minutes of prostrate and irri- tated - inertness, you make up your mind where the disentanglement is to begin. So far so good... The arm is free. Then the other is slowly liberated. Now you realize that You are sitting on your own heels, and you can’t get up because you are on the down hill side of your centre of gravity. You can’t reverse yourself and get your feet below your head, because you are sitting on your feet. What to do? I have been. often been reduced to Iying there and bellowing for help, and peo- ple are singularly unsympathetic; also they come with a camera. Then when you are half w ay up out goes one of your feet, dragging you after it into a fresh entanglement. Once fallen, you may put in the great- er part of the morning's exercise for body and tongue in getting fairly right- ed again, But if you happen to get the snow in perfect order and hit on the proper equilibrium, then it is the best form of motion that you can possibly imag- ine. Down hill you fly, with your heart in your mouth, but stiil keeping your feet, with a little spurt of snow spraying away in front of you, past prostrate forms shouting for help, past admiring friends with now welcome cameras, You glide on to gentler slopes, whers you can stand more erect wand look around you serenely happy, until the approaching fence or ditch or road warns you to turn your course diagons ally across the slope; then you gradu- ally come to a graceful stop, or sit creak as these do?” “I never Gid,” said Mrs. Phelps, ac- cusingly. “I never could stand it to live in such a place. I shall cover un my head and go to sleep.” Half an hour later Mrs. Garvin grabbed Mrs. Phelps by the arm, while the latter lady’s frantic clutch landed in her friend's hair. For down- stairs a door had slammed loudly, suddenly. Now, no door had any pos- sible chance to slam wken they came up, because everything was locked and bolted, “Light the gas!” chattered Mrs. Phelps as soon as she could speak. “Oh, no,” stammered Mrs. Garvin. “Fred says that is wrong—they can see to shoot you then. Besides, I'd have to get up to reach the gas, and I can’t move—I'm paralyzed. Sudden shock does that sometimes. Oh, do you think they'll come upstairs?’ . “Of course,” moaned Mrs. Phelps, who had reacned the lowest depths of terror. “Why did I ever come over here? Or why did You leav~ the kit- chen window unprotected? I think it is criminal carelessness. What shall we cdo?” “We can’t do anything but just avait,” said Mrs. Garvin in stony de- spair. “I think they are at the side- board sily now. We car’t shriek out of the window, for there are storm windows on every ne of them. Hush! Listen!” And they sat and shivered and lis- tened and waited. The first faint streaks of dawn crept into the rocm before the two realized that the marauders had been sat with what they had found downstairs and. nothing was going to happen. Then they crept down fearfully. The kitchen vas undisturbed. It was the door of the china closet which had swung lcose and iammed agaist the wall.—Chicago News. window inary ingenuity was 1 Ian INGENIOUS JAILBILD. I shiown 12d Vandenwegaete, n Mo night from the underground condemned cell in Lillie Jail, in north of France, where he been specially confined on account of nis notorious cunning and his open beast that he would find a way out before long. The ‘cell is farnished wit a single massive door opening on to a corridor, at the end of which is another door, provided with a “safety lock.” On Monday evening the prisoner was locked up for the night: on Tuesday morning his cell was empty. The bird had flown, and two false keys made of tin found outside the door of the corridor told their own tale. A search of the cell has enabled the prison officials to piece together the history of this daring deed. With part of the bread supplied him Van- denwegaete took the impression of the lock of his cell. With some more bread he made a morvld, in which he cast a key out ox. a tin cup, the metal being melted on his stove. quietly down, thankful that you are cn f saie, A GIRL'S HEROISM, A girl stood one day in the ‘waiting room of an office in London. She had come in answer to an advertisement, to apply for a secretary's post, and was awaiting ber inspection. She needed tke position, says the teller of the story in V. C., and she waited anx- iously. Presently she was called into the of- fice and the interview was satisfac- tory, but she was asked to wait, as there was another applicant for the post to be interviewed. She went into an adjoining room, and through the open door sh saw a small pale wo- man, nervously answering tke ques- tions put to her, and could hear the pitiful story of her husband's death, the small children €ependent upon her, and her need of work. The woman was told, however, that her services could not be accepted, as another person had already applied, and had just received a promise of the position. The girl listening in the next room Lad hardly understood what was go- ing on, but at this point her heart bounded with joy as she realized that she was the accepted person. The next moment she saw despair written on the face of the widow, and per- ceived suddenly what tms failure meant to her. ’ “I can’t do it; I can’t take it from Ler.” she murmured, and without stop- ping a moment to consider she walked quickly back to the other room, and said quietly to the employer, “I wish to tell you that, on consideration, I find the position you offer would no: Good morning,” and she loft the office without ancther word, suit me. Advice to Animals, Le kind to man. He needs your love and friendsLip. When you meet one, take off your coat and give it to him. He needs it more than you do. Do not track him, or try to bite him, or needlessly kill him. Remember that he is only a poor dumb creature, and this is not sports- manlike. When necessary, share your haunts with him, and your supper. Do not attempt to eat him. You can get just as much nourishment out of vegeta- bles as out of man. Besidcs, man is very unwholesome. He is an ac- quired taste. Do not, even in your moments of playfulness, attempt to annoy or tease man. He has almost as much right to be here as you have. Besides, you must remember any practice of this sort reacts upon your own character. When you per- mit yourself to become needlessly cru- el and wanton, you begin to deter- iorate mentally and morally. Re- member, if you should persist in this course, you might become no better than man is himself. Only in this way can you retain your superic rity — that REYSTONE STATE CULLINGS MINERS AND OPERATORS MEET. Miners Surprised by Demands of Op- erators—Report From Fourteenth Bituminous Mine District. The first joint convention of the miners and operators was held in Al- toona, National Secretary and Treas- urer William B. Wilson presiding. The miners and operators presented their respective scales. The miners’ scale calls for a 66 cents a ten pick mining rate, a flat differential of seven cents between pick and machine mining, a dead work scale, eight hour day and last year’s prices for all other labor. F. W. Cunningham, of the Four- teenth bituminous district, and C. R. Ross, of the Second bituminous dis- trict, comprising what is known as the Irwin field, a portion of Allegheny and all of Westmoreland county, have forwarded to Harrisburg their re- ports for 180%. During the year there were mined in the Fourteenth district, 6,864,794 tons of coal. The output in the Second district was 8,137,392 tons. The total for both. districts was 15, 002,141, or about 3,000,000 tons more than the production of 1902. Fire that started from an overheat- ed flue in the Crawford building, Ty- rone, destroyed it and the Templeton building adjoining, a total frontage of 100 feet on Tenth street and 100 feet on Logan avenue. Templeton & Co. sustaineed a loss of $2,00 on the building, and $7,000 on its contents, with $7,000 insurance. Misses Study & Bouse, milliners, lost $2,000 on stock covered by insurance; C. C. Vanscoyce & Co., tobacconists, $800, insured; Ed- ward Uhl, tobacconist, $500, insured; Sprankle Bros., meat market, $500, in- sured; Ambrose Miller, cigar manu- facturer, $1,500, insurance, $275. During a drunken revelry of foreign- ers at Jacobs Creek a table was over- turned, starting a fire that destroyed three dcuble dwellings belonging to Mike Bucci, and a single house, the property of Mike Truti. The foreign- ers, in their wild endeavor to get out of the building, paid little attention to the blaze and within a short time it had spread to such an extent that it was impossible to contro] it. Many foreigners were severely burned in en- deavoring to save their household goods. The loss will reach $8,000, Judge O’Connor cf Cambria county, declared the law forbidding the em- ployment of boys under 16 years in mines unconstitutional, coinc ng in a similar decision by Judge Shafer of Allegheny county. The action was brought against Mine Fore: an Evan Jones as a test. Horse thieves have been committing depredations near Canonsburg recent- ly. A horse and buzgy belonging to Miss Quail was stolen. Officers pur- sued the thieves to Venlece, where the rig was abandoned. The thieves made their escape. . The Shelby Steel Tube company’s plants at Ellwood City have been pur- chased by the Clowes Brass and Cop- per Manufacturing company, After equipping its new purchase the new concern will employ about 500 men. A secend degree verdict was found by a Fayette county county jury against William Palmer, charged with the killing of William Robinson, at Brownsville in January. Both parties were colored. The decomposed bedy of a foreigner supposed to be one of the three drowned by the collapse of the bridge at Sharpsville during the recent flood was found floating in the Shenango river. Fourteen cars were derailed in a freight wreck on the Baltimore and Ohio railroad near Connellsville. Brakeman Thomas Bittner was se- ricusly hurt in the smashup. Father Patrick A. Lynch, as asso- ciate pastor of St. Brigid's Roman Catholic church at Meadville, has been aprointed curate of the Re rnolds- ville parish. > Chief of Police Amos K. Hutchinson, of Greensburg, has returned from To- ronto, Canada, with Guiseppi Tasta, who is charged with shooting Antonio Rose last February. . Burglars looted, the safe in the of- fice at the Eclipse miils at Browns- ville, and secured about $30, besides destroying valuable papers and records. There is no clue. Antire Dargeli, one of the two mc crushed by a switching engine at the Mable furnace, at Sharon, is dead. Montavo, who was with Dargeli, was killed instantly. ££ The Westmoreland Coal Company shipped a block of coal to St. Louis for exhibition at the exposition. It weighs 5,500 pounds and was cut at the Larim- er mine, Governor . Pennypacker has fixed Tom Masson, in Life. Apfi] 21 as the date for the execution of Tomasso Aiello, alias John Battis- ti ‘Aiello, the Jefferson county mur- derer. ‘ While sitting before an open fire- place, Timothy O’Brien, aged 82, pos- sibly the oldest teamster in Pitts- burg, was burned to death at his home, 74 Marion street. Part of the main building. of the New Castle Nut and Forge works and considerable machinery were wrecked by an explosion of natural gas. Albert Weil, 19 years old, was run over at Hillsville, and perhaps fatally injured. His legs were cut off. The operators’ demands were of such a radical nature that they caused a sensation among the miners. - Mike Torkan was bound over to court in $200 bail, charged hy officials of the United States Steei Corporation at South Sharon with stealing 39 time checks. The Union central school building at Uniontown wag badly damaged by fire, caused by an overheated furnace. The loss will amount to over $1,000. Thieves broke into Pittsburg and Lake Erie railroad box cars at Monaca, Pa., and carried away merchandise and groceries valued at about $200. John, the 9-year-old son of Joseph P. Gleason, of Brownsto was killed by being run over by a wagon. 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