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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
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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 |
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ing. Several of the girls had brought
and tendered it to Margery,
whom they called chairman of the com- |
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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 .
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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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