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Into the silent valley,
Knee to knee,
1 rode between two riders
I could not see,
Because the hod had fallen ’twext them
and me.
13.
We passed a lonely out-fire,
And one turned;
Across his eyes an "instant
The low light burned,
And in that flash their biueness I had dis-
cerned.
In.
But he, the other rider,
Dimly scanned,
Was dark amid the darkness
That held the land—
Only, upon the bridle, I saw his hand,
Out of the silent valley,
Knee to knee,
1 rode between two riders
I could not see—
Known for a day, forever unknown to me.
—XElizabeth Foote, in the Century.
FETUUEE UG UUUUE Ie
THE
POPPY BOAT.
ARN AANA ARARAARARARAR
AOI. HOMAS had ! :
of ) leave the room with his
Oo ! | \ © Mother, but he looked back
at me over his shoulder.
turned to
© “You may come with me
in wwe roppy Boat,” he said, gracious-
ly. The Poppy Boat is his, and it trav-
els between here and the Land of
Dreams. Thomas has such queer no-
tions about dreams. He thinks,
among other things, that you can al-
ways choose the people who are going
with you, and he never fails to make
up his own party every night. This
night he chose me, which was a great
honor.
“And I'll wait for you at the Bridge,”
he added, as his mother drew him out
of the room. The Bridge is just where
you begin to think that in a few min-
utes you will be asleep. Thomas al-
ways plans to meet his Dreamland
guests at the Bridge, but sometimes
they are so long in coming that he has
to go on without them,
I thought perhaps he would not wait
for me to-night, because first I had to
talk a little with his father, and then
this mother came and talked to me; and
after all that, I had to go home and
get ready for the journey—and it was
late—O! so late—Dbefore I came to the
Bridge.
But although Thomas was impatient,
he waited for me.
“And where are we going first?’ 1
asked him.
“To the Baby Land,” he said, his
face aglow, “to find a baby sister.”
‘And so we started off.
The Poppy Boat is like a poppy
flower. You sit in the middle, and
then, if you are cold, you draw the
petals up over your head. Tle river
is blue and quiet, and there are many
other Poppy Boats which are gliding
around here and there all over it. One
of them drifted up by us. In the mid-
dle of it was something very tiny and
very fair. I held my breath when I
saw what it was. “Thomas,” I whis-
pered, “she’s from the Baby Lang!
Perhaps she’s a little sister.” :
Thomas waved his hand to Ler, and
she waved hers back very prettily. So
Thomas guided our boat until it came
closer to hers. I wish you could have
seen her boat. It was pink—not red,
like ours—and the petals were soft
and satiny and so delicately shaded.
‘And they were drawn up close around
her, as if she felt that the night was
cold.
Thomas leaned over gently and
pushed the petals back. ‘Are you a
baby sister?’ he demanded, eagerly.
She ncdded a baby head at him.
“I’m just going home,” she told him.
“We are just going there, too,” he as-
sured her. “Come on along home with
us.” She said she would, and Thomas
clapped his hands.
“Let's find my mother and tell her,’
he suggested,
*She’s around here somewhere.
‘And Thomas held his hand out to the
little sister, who put a dear baby hand
into his. And so the two boats came
together, and we drifted on.
“Do you know where your mother
goes in her Poppy Boat?’ I asked
Thomas.
He thought a moment.
she goes with me,” he said, “and some-
times with father. Sometimes she
goes where they build houses, and
sometimes where they make dresses.
and sometimes :
“If she goes to so many places, we'll
have to hunt all over to find her,” I
said, ‘and so we better begin right
away.”
Thomas drew his forehead into
puckers, which means that he is think-
ing hard. “Dresses first,” he an-
pounced, finally; “she’s been talking
about them.”
Sure encugh, so she had, and to me,
that very night. ‘Do you know where
they make dresses?’ I asked the baby
sister,
Yes, she did, and if we wanted to go
there, all we had to do was to say,
“Dresses! Three dresses! To dresses
I want to go!” and then we’d be there;
but if we didn’t s:
should get it all mixed up and say, for
instance, “Dresses! Two
Three dresses I want to go!” or *
dresses!’ or anything like that, there
was no telling where you'd go to, the
baby sister said.
Thomas picked it up immediately,
without a bi : trouble, and before
she had fairly Lied telling me about
it, he had said the waole thing, just
exactly right, and was drifting away
from me in his boat, and I was floating
»
“Sometimes
away from him in another Loat which!
had mysteriously appeared under me
a;
from somewhere. | A $
“Thomas! Thomas!” I cried to him in I
dismay. “Five dresses! Six dresses! | H
All the dresses you want, Thomas, if |
you'll come back!” But he had gone;
so far that I could only just see him, |
a wee little speck on the edge of the |
water, next to the sky, and I was all
alone, |
Then I racked my brain to think how !
it was you said those things about h
dresses, but I couldn't remember. The ep
more I tried to remember the more I
: HEALTH FADS ON THE BRAIN
V it just right—if we |
| so accelerated that it is quite po
{ for the tourist to pass through five shoulder yoke and
i tercontinental express you proceed to
forgot. Presently I forgot what it was
I was trying to remember, and just To get all sorts of health fads on the
| drifted along, not thinking of anything brain is a disease in itself. It is a
‘in particular. I met several people I| very prevalent disease, too. With a
{ knew, but no body was going in my {few foolish rules to observe; a whole
| direction. And after a while the river | lot of hygienic quirks to adjust to and
narrowed until it was just a thread, |a schedule of superstitious «sanitary
the trees came down closer to the edge | notions diligently followed by day and
and the chirping of crickets, and all | begins as a mental derangement and
sorts of land sounds. Then suddenly, | ends in a complete physical fizzle.
but gently, my boat pushed on the No room left for a spontaneous life,
shore and stopped. no place for free, joyous liberty. Not
“Do I get out now?’ I asked of no-| a minute's space for rollicking disre-
body in particular. And nobody an-| gard. Everything fixed, every. minute
swered, so I got out, anyway. disposed of introspections without
I had only to take one look about me number. Forebodings, . misgivings,
to be sure that I was in a pleasant | hovering vaguely about the mind like
place; flowers were under my feet; the | locks of carrion crows.
sky was blue above my head; the air Such a life is not worth living. One
was sweet and sunny, and yet I was | might a thousand times better go back
not contented. to the reckless regime of a rough
“Whatever is the matter with me?” | rider.—Medical Talk. 18
I scolded myself. “Here I am, in a .
lovely place, clothed and in my” —I AMERICAN CHILDREN.
stopped myself immediately. “That's | American mothers know in the range
just exactly it!” I exclaimed. “Clothes | of their gentle appreciation just where
is just what I want. Let me see—|lto find and emphasize the gayety.
what was that I wanted to say? Ob. | daintiness, the sweet helplessness of
ves—I have it now!” And I shouted | very littlehood. A ‘great deal of the
triumphantly, “Clothes! Three clothes! | inner truth of things may reside in the
To clothes I want to go!” And away | arrangement of curls and sashes; the
1 went in my Poppy Boat, most beautiful intuition may be De-
1 had not yet remembered about] trayed in the cut of a pinafore. Even
Thomas, or his mother, or the baby sis- | the much criticised precociousness of
ter. I was simply interested in the | American children reflects in some de-
scenery as I went along. There were | gree their excellent understanding
heaps of dark things along the coast | with their mothers. There is no doubt
that looked like rocks. “It's a rock-! an extraordinary stimulus in being met
bound coast,” I exclaimed to myself. | more than half way from the very
“I've heard of such things before.” | first day of life; it must wonderfully
But they were not rocks—they were | help to an early basis of general un-
piles of old clothes. derstanding with the world. Other
“Now, what did I want to come here | factors may contribute less desirably
for?” was my first and only question | to the quick development of American
as my feet touches the beach, and I | children, but this one cannot fail to
could find no answer to it. I wan: | be there.—Mrs. Everard Cotes, in Good
dered around for a little while, and | Housekeeping.
then I stepped into my boat and drift-
ed away. Where I went I do not now
remember. But I heard from Thomas
the next day.
“I know where mother
ARTISTS AND ALDUMS.
Ada Rehan’'s favorite autograph m ot-
fo is, “Now, 1 am in holiday Aum 4
went last | She gives this to all of those
night,” he called to me, running into | honors with more, than a mere, auto-
our house soon after breakfast. graph. Ignace Paderewski is very
“You don't!” I exclaimed. For who | likely. to write no more than ‘en sou-
ever heard of so astounding a bit of | venir de Ignace Pader revwski” uniess
knowledge as that? he feels. especially cor dj 1l.to the per-
“In the Baby Land!” he shouted, | son. Then he will write J55, nusic
fairly dancing in his joy. * “‘And- the | of the luilaby from Mr nr’ 5 8 a few!
he
baby sister is*at our lfouse now!” bars of his minuet, Jol Pl ancor for
“No!” I said, unbelieving.- Ais friends, gives his. “amities,” | put:
“You come and see,” Hé&¥said, draw- | coldly writes fon, stamgen “Pol Ll
ing me by the hand. And I went; And con.”
it was just as Thomas. said.—Helen Sometimes the artists have thet “own
Lockwood Coffin, in the Club Woman, | formulas and need no suggestion as
4 te a to what they should write. For Jorty.
Music as Medicine. years Adelina Patti hias been. w i iting
From the days of Saul: and Pavid| “A beautiful voice is the aiff ofr Goa.”
music has no doubt been the medns of | In whatever country she might’ be'and
alleviating, if not actually curing, | whatever might be the language spo-
many ‘serious cases of mental disease. | ken in it, she steadfastly wrote only
Modern experience has’ proved this | this phrase.
conclusively, and many instances may Nowadays she rarely writes in al-
be quoted from antient history: bums or troubles herself to give pho-
Pythagoras commended music in the | tographs to anybody, unless the books
treatment of the insane; and Thales | are brought by some very infiuential
when the pestilence ravaged Sparta, | friend. But during her last visit here
found in music his most powerful | she did consent to write in a few al-
means of combating it. Henocrates| bums. In every one appefied in a
soothed maniacs by it, and Theophras. | hand, still firm and legible, The mbtto.
tus held that even-tlie bites of venom- | “A beautiful voice is the gift'8f God.”
ous reptiles were rendered less fatal Mme. Sembrich usually writes *In
by subjecting ‘the victims to the influ- | kind remembrance” on photographs,
ence of melody. unless for very particular friends she
When Philip of Spain was in a mor-{ transcribes on the photograph the
bid and desponding condition; ‘Farin- | notes of the Chopin waltz she sings
elli, the vocalist, was sent for by the | so much.—Indianapdlis News. y
queen, with a party of musicians, to Eni
sing and play in the adjoining room. GOWN FOR BRIDE'S MOTHELL
The effect was a speedy and rapid A handsoine gown for the I
eure. ” mother to wear at the
Both Buckman and Hafeland relate her
instances in which music ‘has cured
cases of St. Vitus’ dance, and Becker
and Schneider demonstarted practical
ly its influence in different cases of
hysteria,
e's
wedding of
daughter may be fashioned of soft
gray silk or voile, trimmed with rich
lace of a deep cream color, vest and
lingerie sleeves of white chiffon, trim-
mings of cut steel beads and tcuches of
violet and black embroidery on the
bodice. Of the embroidery may be of
black and white, dik
Whence Comrys It.
When a small magnet kept in a The stylish toque or bonnet should
drawer has been ready to act On 2a) pe of black or tulle, the edge and
compass any time during the "Iast| ..own embroidered “in: steel and jet.
twenty years, and has not altéred-its| pjack and white osiricli pofupor sand
appearance in any appreciable - tay, aigrette of paradise plumes,
whence comes the continuous supply? If preferred -the:-gown may be of
Again, when a lady ‘has had for a| pack ring-dotted net embroidered
‘great many years a cedar 'WOrk-box,{ sats and worn over a lining of white
which has never failed of its charac: | ok. preferably peau de sole. The toque
teristic odor, it is a natural question may be of ‘black and white tulle, jet
to ask, whence comes the smell? The ornaments, black and white tips.
statement in text books both of phy- Delicate heliotrope silk,
sics and physiology is that something
material is given off from the wood
which alights on the thc a white chiffon and inserted motiffs of
brane of the nose. MS IS POrelYi vy, vicivans trann, : ak ave
gratuitous, as the statement is with PS pone fre as Nr
out a shadow of proof, the box being) wy;n would be entirely suitable.
to- all appearances in no way dim- While the latest fashi dotnnnds
inished in size or otherwise altered. horizontal trimmings a woman inclined
1 the hypothesis for it is nothing to embonpoint will eschew this mode
more, fails, how does the case differ and insist largely upon vertical lines.
in ,rinciple from that of radium? A skirt with.a narrow fromt panel
ET with side and back ‘es pleated at
the top will be becor Outline the
Facitities for traveling nowadays are | front panel and foot of skirt with a
ble! band of trin £, and tne drop
narrow vest to
match, or, with set-in lace. Have a
narrow crush girdle carefully boned
and closely fitted.
voile or ne
of the new crepes with trimmings of
Venice lace dyed to -mateh; eam
Doing Europe.
{ European countries in fourteen hours,
barring accidents—ramely, England,
I'rance, Belgium, Germany and Hol;
land. Take the express from Charing | is
Cross to Dover and cross over to Ca- STYLES IN STATIONERY.
lais—two countries. Then with the in. The tendency in st:
1tionery for spring
1se is to go back to the old styles, and
Brussels—three countries. From the what are known as regular shapes.
n capital ‘by train to Aix-lad The envelope is long, with a long flap
Chapelle, which is German territory, and the paper is wide and fo
making the fourth country, and after
all tno ioe for vq ive 1
allowing time for a meal a drive ta the same shape is Pp
Vaals, in Holland, makes the fifth In
13
AS once
s drved
country—and all in fourteen hours. rage, with light bine ss a close seco
and I could hear the singing of birds | dreamed of by night is a malady which
across the eentre. In small note paper |
| flowers,
new tints pale gray dis all thejar
]
some contend that as much
Indeed,
grayish blue paper is sold as gray—
and the fashionable gray has a blue
cast. Lavender, or gray paper with a
lavender cast, is entirely out of use
among exclusive people.
The sticklers for correct stationery
avoid any of the extremes in styles.
To be old-fashioned in their choice of
new stationery is their fad, so they go
in for linen lawn and organdy in the
popular colors.
The monogram and address are
stamped upon the top of the sheet and
no longer appear upon the flap of the
envelope. The monogram and letter-
ing are small and refined and there is
no- effect at display.
A marked fancy is also being shown
for ‘what are known as handkerchiefs
or hemstitched borders on stationery.
Young girls are fond of these and
also of long, narrow and large square
gray and white paper.
The stationery extremists select im-
ported mecire antique, and fine paper
in the style of envelope and paper all
in one piece, folded to form an enve-
lope on the outside.
Tor invitations and short notes the
moire antique comes in little colored
borders, fastened with a small silk
bow.
Another new paper has the little
scenes at the top, diversified by paper
with dogs’ heads, horses’ heads, and
the heads of women.
Ameng young people college paper
has quite a vogue. It is popular in
light tints and is decorated with the
flags and colors of different colleges.
Mourning paper, too, has its fash-
jons, and the very narrow border is
now in style, instead of the wide bor-
ders that were formerly
New Haven Register.
popular.—
According fo an old Greek idea of a
perfect woman, her height when fully
attained sould be five feet five inches,
and she should weigh 138 pounds.
Anong--her many Mme.
Rejone possesses a ring given to her
by King Edward, a ruby bracelet from
the Czar, and some splendid sapphires,
a present from the ex-Queen of Spain.
The pet jewel of Her Majesty Queen
Alexandra is an exquisite cross known
as Queen Dagmar’s cross, says Home
Chat. It is.a perfect replica of one
made for a Danish queen in the
twelfth century.
A good recipe for a lotion for weak,
tired or.inflamed eves: Fifteen drops
of spirits of camphor, one tablespoon-
ful of powdered boric acid, two-thirds
of a cup of boiling water. Strain
through muslin, cool and apply twice
a gay.
Lady Aberdeen, whose husband was
formerly viceroy of Ireland, has done
more, perhaps, than any one else to
encourage Irish industries. She is
president of several women's organ-
izations, and an enthusiastic advocate
of them,
treasures
Before massaging the face the skin
should be perfectly clean. Use the
compiexion brush, with warm water
and pure soap, When rubbing in a
cream always have all the motions up-
ward and teats Send the fiat-
tened palms from chin up to the ears.
Move the finger tips about in little
circles, pressing inward gently and
the flesh
being careful not to push
up into tiny lines.
One or two flounces on almost every
summer skirt.
Automobile veils for only twenty dol-
lars—think of it!
Loops instead of buttonholes on some
of the new blouses.
Frilly lingerie collars and cuffs on
the French shirt waists.
Tan shoes with brown gowns on the
street—and very effective, too.
ted is becoming a fashionable color,
especially in the dark, sombre shades.
Beautiful robe costumes of voile
with wide borders of French crochet.
Blouse sleeves seamed and joined to
the shoulder by lines of delicate vein-
ing.
Straw hats with as many as eight
hades of cre color woven into the
is of white and colored
dainty summer
Adorable coa
iace to wear with the
frocks.
softest qual-
Pin-check taffeta of t
ity for tiie summer shirt waist suit par
excellence.
fight little bunches of tin
white and all pale
that’s to copy Pa
Among the new
more effective
cloth and velvet tak
f
Man’s Love Versus Woman's
By Helen Oldfield
HERE be some subject of never-ending discussion, all the more
so, it would seer, because they are such as can by no possi-
bility be definite ¥ decided one way or another. Among these
unprofitable questions few are more thoroughly and con-
stantly thrashed out than this: “Which loves best, a man or
a woman?’
To this there would appear to be but one answer. Feeling
cannot be measured excepting by results, and even this
measure is but partial.
Some men love more deeply than other men, more devotedly than some
women, and vice versa. It seems the fashion of late to insist upon analy zing
feelings and emotions, to strive to grasp the impalpable, to discuss men and
women as though they were of different species instead of one flesh, members,
ail, of the same family. Humanity is much the same, male and female. At
one time so wholly selfish that it thinks only of its own gratification, of its
own trials, vexations and suffering; at another it will welcome the greatest
sacrifices with the spirit of a martyr, will yield everything and endure anything
for the sake of the beloved. It is truthful, yet suspicious; timid, yet bold;
Liumble, yet arrogant. One moment it is reproachful and complaining; at an-
other it pours forth praises and tender protestations. Weeping one hour and
smiling and singing the next, no one knows what to expect of it nor what
phase it may assume. All this applies as well to men as to w omen, and none
can determine upon which side the balance sways lowest.
The balance of proof of strong and irresistible affection, as evidenced by
desperate deeds, such as murder and suicide, is largely upon the masculine
side of the ledger. But against this fact may be charged another—namely,
that a man may, if he be so disposed, shout his love from the housetops. Peo-
ple may consider him a fool and suspect him of lunacy, but, since love is not
infrequently accounted madness, he will have no such measure of scorn and
contumely meted out to him as is the portion of the woman who openly parades
ar unrequited attachment. Tradition and custom are inflexible in demanding
that she shall be silent in such case and hide her wound, however painful. It
is as instinctive with a woman as with a wounded deer to creep to cover when
hurt through the heart.
No one can dispute the fact that men often love devotedly and suffer cruelly
from the inconstancy or heartlessness of women, but fate, here as in many
other things, is on their side and against the woman. A man has many re-
sources, chief among which is his business, for hard work is a sovereign anti:
dote for mental troubles. He can get away from the familiar places which
speak constantly of his sorrow, can make himself a new life and create a new
atmosphere; while the woman, poor soul, must usually ‘stay put,” with no
chance of escape from her ghosts nor ability to seek ‘fresh fields and pas-
tures new.”
Woman's faith and unfaith, man’s unshaken truth and man’s contemptible
treachery, these are to-day, as they have been from the beginning, the never-
failing theme of poet and romancer, the threads interwoven with all human
history, the underlying currents of life and love. Some ships are wrecked and
cthers arrive safely at their desired haven, and none can prcphcsy befcrehand
which shall be saved and which shall be lost.
az 7
Every Man's Ear Tells
the Story of His Life
By Loeb Weintrob
P24
HE ear, to have any significance at all, must Lave the outer
rim corresponding to the skull. Whatever point on the skull
is more eminent, that part of the ear corresponding to it
should be the most in evidence, and you will note that what-
ever group of faculties predominates, to those: faculties does
the whole ear point.
The principal thing to notice is “the convolution inside of
the ear, whether.the ear protrudes from the head or is ciose
to the same; and whether it is large or small. a
the convolution is well in evidence, healthy in color, and running parailet
to > rim, you will always find keen intelligence.
If the rim of the ear is thick, turning over on the inner convolution, it de-
notes a thick skull. The brain has not yet fully expanded.
If the ear is shapeless, cramped up, or large and flaccid, either flat without
any prominence inside, or the shape of a clam ‘shell, and empty without any
convolution, no matter how large the head, it has no capacity. It is a failure.
There is an ear that is often mistaken for a sign of the harmonious tem-
perament. The rim has no particular point in evidence more than another—
almost round. The interior of the ear is pretty well developed, but not very
prominent and defined—rather meaty, and of a healthy color, with fair-sized
lobes. The people who have such ears are at all times satisfied with them:
selves, and most of the time with everybody else.. They are neither mental
nor physical giants, and less so in a spiritual direction; but they strike a good
balance between the individual who is in a tremendous hurry to go to Heaven
and the one who is running post-haste to the other place.
The ear that has the upper part developed (judging from the opening, which
is the centre,) and narrow at the base, without any indication of a lobe, indicates
activity and industry in the direction in which the ear points, but those whe
have this ear suffer from mainutrition.
An individual with an ear like this must be judicious in the selection of his
foods. The theory that to eat a potful of peas and be able to lift an ox, and
to eat the ox and not be able to lift the pot of peas, may not be as foolish as it
sounds, in their case.
Be that as it may, the diet of peas will not suit the people with a fair-sized
lobe on their ears and a fair width at the base. The larger the lower half of
the ear the keener is the relish for the good things of mother earth. Whether
they will share their substance with others depends on how large the ‘toper
kalf of the ear is.
The perfect ears are those that have fair and shapely development, with a
broad and prominent convelution running parallel to a fine rim all the way
around, a fair-sized lobe and the cavity in the centre not obstructed. The
whole ear is not too low toward the jawbone, nor too high up, of a good color
and when viewed in profile with an inclination to point upward and forward.
When looked at from the front the inner convolution will be the most in evi
dence, with little of the points and lobe protruding. I do not expect you will
know this ear at once when you see it, so I will tell its works, and you wil}
know it thereby.
The owner of this ear will shake the whole world to establish justice, and
a little harder for mercy. He will shake the trees of the celestial kingdom for
the heavenly fruit, as well as the terrestrial, and more. He will move botb
places in order that all of the human family may edt their full share.—New
York Journal.
2 7
If the Wrong Man Proposes
By Winifred Hall
$1 a OW does a girl feel when the WIONng man proposes to her? Ask
the woman who knew herself waat love meant, and then ques:
’ R tion the girl who had yet to be touched by Cupid's arrow. Teo
) this latter it is merely a trying time, with a certain romantic
Perri charm about it. :
¥ Probably it is a first proposal—that something that comes
into the life of nearly every woman. It is enjoyed. Unexpected or not, there
is a flavor distinctly novel and interesting about the experience.
It is amusing, too, she thinks, and she lingers over the thought of it unti?
she realizes that she has to give an answer, and that, of course, she cannof
think seriously of the proposal; she must say “No.” This is not easy; the lover
is persistent, begs her to think it over, to let him try again in a little while.
1t is difficult to make the ardent lover realize that his love can never be
reciprocated, and whether the man hovers around her or gees right away the
girl bas a trying time keeping the unpleasant part out of her mind. If she has
tasted of love herself, the proposal from the wrong man means untold misery
to a girl.
Perhaps it happens her own love is unreturned, unsought, unknown, and
yet she sees a love equalling her own being poured out at her feet, and knows
that by no wiil of hers can she take it up, caress it,
love should be t sured.
LF
and trea » it as al] true
Ske has to wound the man who would give his life for her, to gently crush
out all the sweetness of his h hopes. To fail to do it completely would spell
rroienzed trouble to them both. Her task difficult, but with an infinite
LLC
n of pity, she will do what she knows to be right; she will send this
lover away, and try hard to overcome the sadness that is left “ehind for her
dc battle with.— New York Ncws.
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