ERR eRe
“Of course
CAPE OF GOOD HOPE,
Cabo Tormentoso the sailors called it first,
Ard Stormy Cape all mariners shall find
it evermore.
The passion of the hurricane on
rocks Is nursed,
Veering winds of huge desire that thwart
the plunging bark,
Pale witch-fires glisten on the wave and
beacon from the shore,
And shipwrecked voices
gramarye accurst.
Cape of Good Hope! Te seek it far across
e waters dar
But Capo kg the sailors named it
its fron
bid beware of
By this wild cape the mzrizers go to thelr
spicerie,
Weather- Ly asted Tor nery
aming eye
Behind Map tuss hg sullen leagues of mon-
ster-haunted sea;
Before them. oh, before them lift the
breathing groves of mace,
Nard and clove and cinnamon, where fra-
grance never dles,
Where amber balsam drips from the flame-
shaped incense tree.
with dreaming,
Cape of Good Hope! year in, year out,
the reckless sallor rac
Throw Fico upon your Se mrests for a
aft of spicerie.
ia Lee Bates in The Century.
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© Ho Handkerchief Flirtation, <3
Ey ERMINIE C. STRAY.
She never meant to do wrong. She
was always modest, unassuming and
ladylike. She never flirted in her life.
She was too much of a woman, and
was shocked at the thought of coquet-
ry, or flirtation of any kind. .Every-
one knew her to be upright, honest
and pure. Everyone, even to Vane
Stanley, who for a whole year ad-
mired her in secret and afar off, be-
cause he could never approach her or
have a moment alone with her, for
Madam Clarence and her two unmar-
ried daughters were always on the qui-
vive to hear what Mr. Stanley had to
say to their pretty cousin, who had
neither money nor home, ard nothing
in the world but her virtue, and
beauty, and her accomplishments.
Mr. Stanley was fully aware of all
these facts, and admired while he
secretly feared her. Women as clever
as Lucy Dean did not often marry
commonplace men, but he meant to
marry her, and he meant to make Miss
Dean love him, too. But it was uphill
work, with madam and her. two
daughters forever watching, and Mr.
Stanley was put to his wits’ end for a
remedy.
It struck him one evening, while
paying them his accustomed visit, that
he would employ the language of thé
handkerchief, knowing full well that
Lucy would not«notice it even if she
understood it, but as constant drop:
ping wills wear away a stcne, so he
hoped to wear away her, prejudices.
He began that very evening by telling
her with the aid of the kandkerchief
that he loved her, but Miss Dean never
noticed him. ;
This went on for two weeks, Mr.
Stanley making frantic efforts to se-
cure her attention, and Miss Dean re-
maining in sublime indifference, until,
in very desperation, after telling her
with his handkerchief that she was
cruel, asking her to wait for him, and
numberless other idiotic performances,
he seized the opportunity to whisper,
when they were for a moment alone:
“Do you understand the language of
the handkerchief, Miss Dean?”
“No,” she replied, quietly.
“And would not employ it
did, I presume?”
“l don’t think I would.”
Then Madam Clarence came bustl-
ing up to the young couple, sitting
go near them that further conversa-
tion was for that time suspended, and
Mr. Stanley departed without another
word to Miss Dean.
In a few days she received through
the mail a mysterious package con-
taining full descriptions for the hand-
kerchief flirtation. She tossed it in-
dignantly aside, her cheeks burning at
the very thought of stooping to that,
and wondering what Vane Stanley tock
her for.
A little later, however, she picked
it up and read it over, and before his
next call had made herself familiar
with its language, never intending to
use it, but merely out of curiosity to
know what Vane Stanley would do
next.
She was becoming interested in that
gentleman and his novel way of com-
municating with her, although she felt
as though she should despise herself
if she “ever answered back.
“He ‘must’ have -a poor opinion of
me,’! she: thought, -“to think that I
would? iat :
But Vane Stanley did not have a
poor opinion of her. He only thought
she might engage in a handkerchief
flirtation with him with perfect pro-
priety. It wouldn't be like flirting
with other men, of course.
He gave her many little signs that
she understood at o.ce, and though
her cheeks burned scarlet, yet she
never replied. She had said she never
would flirt, and would not this be flirt-
ing? DBesides—ah, just Heaven!—she
was beginning to love him too well
to flirt with him.
. It went on like this for a year—for
a whole year—and Mr. Stanley's assid-
wity never failed. Madam Clarence be-
gan to hint of the probability of a
wedding before long, for Mr. Stanley
always had so much to say to Laura.
it was Laura. Lily was
quite too young, and as for Lucy Dean
—well, nobody would ever marry her;
she was to much like an old maid, and
although she knew secretly. that.Vane
Stanley admired Lucy immensely, yet
she took good care that she should
never have a more intimate acquain-
tance, but throw Laura and Lily con-
stantly in his way, and kept the quiet
orphan in the background.
It was a clear, lovely June day. Mr.
Stanley dropped in, firm in his resolve
this time that Miss Dean should an-
swer him and give him an opportunity
to speak with her alone. He had
grown desperately in love with her,
and meant to tell her so. But if he
told any of the Clarence ladies that
he wished to see Miss Dean, the an-
swer was always: “Miss ‘Dean is en-
gaged, and will see no ore,” or “Lucy
is not at home.”
if you
The ladies were all in the parlor,
even Lucy Dean, who looked as fresh
and fair as a rose, although she
blushed slightly when Mr. Stanley
came in.
After a few commonplace remarks,
he took’ out ‘his hamdkerchief, and
looking directly at Lucy, folded it, as
much. as to say:
“I wish to speak with you.”
There was such a magnetic influence
in the look that he gave her, saying
plainer than words: “I will not be re-
fused,” that almost before she knew
| it, and for the first time in her life,
Lucy replied by tossing her handker-
chief over her shoulder, which signi-
fied: “Follow me,” and going out into
.the rose garden, she waited with
downcast eves and blushing cheeks.
Would he’follow her? Did he really
want to speak to her, or did he do it
to see if she would reply, and was he,
even now laughing in his sleeve to
think what a fool she was? She
turned suddenly, determined to flee to
her own room, and never
again. But Mr. Stanley frustrated
that plan:by suddenly coming forward,
and taking both of her hands, said:
“You have pitied me at last, Lucy.”
“What did you want?’ she asked
abruptly.
“Come with me, and I will tell you,”
and he drew her arm within his, just
as Madam Clarence came up to them,
her eyes literally snapping fire, but
her face wreathed in smiles, as she
| said:
[> “ron you think thi
specimen of the ciimbi
Mr. Stanley?”
“Yes, it is very beautiful,” he said,
quietly, determined for once not to be
thwarted. He continued: “Come,
Lucy, 1 believe you promised to walk
with me.” 3
She shrank and started back. She
knew full well what Madam Clarence
would say when she returned, and she
dreaded the terrible ire of that lady.
But Vane Stanley was determined, and
drew her on, not at all prepared to
be followed by Madam Clarence, who
took Lucy’s other arm, saying:
“If it will be no intrusion, I "would
like to go along, too, for 1 dearly love
to walk.”
‘We need not say that that walk was
necessarily short, and that they came
back to the parlor again anything but
satisfied. But the minds of two, at
least, were made up, and from that
time the handkerchief flirtation .pro-
gressed rapidly. The signs were, how-
ever, not so covert but that Laura
and Lily Clarence both discovered
them, and duly reported them to mam-
ma, who soothed them with the re-
mark:
“Leave it to me. I'll atend to Lucy.”
She came into Lucy’s room an hour
later, with flaming cheeks and flashing
eyes.
“You wicked, shameless hussy, I will
ruin your character in Vane Stanley's
eyes, or I am not Madam Clarence!” *
For an hour she poured forth her
vituperative language, until Lucy
cried piteously for her to stop. She
had no thought, this bright, fascinat-
ing madam, that Mr. Stanley heard
every word, and resolved to marry
Lucy at once. She went out, giving
her niece a parting salute, but in a
low voice that reached only the girl's
ears:
“Vane Stanley only laughs at you.
Laura and Lily both say he laughs at
you.”
The words rang in her ears for
hours. Vane Stanley laughed at her!
They changed her from a sweet, tremb-
ling girl to a bitter, proud woman. She
would indulge in one more handkerchief
flirtation, and let Vane Stanley know
that she was rot to be laughed at.
The next time they met she an-
swered his signal of “Wait for me”
with one equally as effective. Unmind-
ful of Clarence eyes, they continued:
“1 love you,” he signed.
“We will be friends,” was her re-
ply by dropping her handkerchief.
She led- him on pitilessly and cruel-
ly, because of those words: “He laughs
at you,” until he again signified his
love.
She drew hers through her hand
scornfully, which means:
“I hate you.”
He was surprised, but thought it
only a joke, and continued:
“You are cruel.” "
“I am sorry,” was the reply.
Again:
“Wait for me.”
“I am engaged,” she replied, by wind-
ing her handkerchief around her fore-
finger, and “I hate you, again;” then,
deliberately ‘putting it in her pocket,
left the room.
Her handkerchief flirtation had fair-
ly commenced and ended.
She went up to her room, thinking,
“He shall never laugh at me’ again.”
He did not come for weeks. Madam
Clarence sent for him at last, and the
two so curiously estranged met again.
They bowed as the distant of
acquaintances—coldly. proudly, serene-
is is a lovely
ng white rose,
Ty “t+
most
.him off adroitly,
see him.
A
ly, as though nothing had ever passea
between them, and it was so for weeks
after, Mr. Stanley coming because he
could not help it, and Miss Dean meet-
ing him because she couldn’t avoid it,
and Madam Clarence weatching both
and thinking how little they had to
fear from Lucy now. They met often
at concerts, parties and social gather-
ings, looking at each other with en-
vious eves, but never venturing to ad-
dress one or the other with other than
the merest commonplaces. Thus an-
other year passed,” and Lucy Dean,
knowing that she could never love an-
other man as she loved Vane Stanley,
prepared to give him up; because he
met her now simply. as a: friend or
acquaintance, it was more exasperat:
ing: than coolness could - have been:
Rumor said, too, that® Laura Clarence
would. soon be his wife. Indeed, she
seemed to be his choice, for sre was
with her continually at various places
of amusement, and Lucy’s heart: sank
with a kind of dread when- she thought
how soon the hour would come that
would make it sinful for her to think
of him as other than a friend.
She went down to thé parlor that
night, and thinking herself alone and
unseen, began mechanically using her
handkerchief in various signs. She
was not alone, however, for Laura and
Lily came in immediately, followed
by Mr. Stanley and szveral, other
friends, who soon went out upon the
croquet lawn, bearing Lucy with
them. The game was at its height,
Miss Dean, almost unconsciously,
dropped her handkerchief. Mr. Stan-
ley picked it up and handed it to her,
whispering: ;
“Will you be nothing but a-friend?”
She did not reply, but watching him
furtively saw his sign of “I love you”
again. This time she did not throw
but answered with
the same, turning to carnation red as
s.e did so. Two minutes later he was
by her side again, upon pretense of
sending her ball through an arch, but
really to say:
“Tell me the truth, once and foreyer,
Lucy; do you love me or hate me?”
a do not hate you.”
“Then you love me, and you» will be
my wife?”
*Yes.”
The game was up; the handkerchief
flirtation ended, and two hearts were
made happy at last, much to the dis-
gust. of © Madam Clarence - and her
daughters.—New York Weekly.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
Oklahoma now has the greatest
broom-corn producing district in the
country, and will produce more this
vear than Kansas and Illinois combin-
ed. It is estimated that the crop will
amount to about 25,000 tons.
The British government committee
cn public accounts has submitted the
report of the expenses of King Ed-
ward's coronation to parliament. They
amounted to $2,000,600, instead of
$600,000, as it was said it would.
China has a tree which produces oil,
and two American firms now have
houses in China which are exporting
the oil. The business has proved so
successful that about one hundred
thousand trees have been transplant-
ed from China to California, and are
now growing well.
Lord Curzon’s writing was so bad at
Oxford that when he wrote to a rela-
tive and to a friend with whom he
was wont to be candid about that re-
lative’s shortcomings and put the let-
ter in the wrong envelope, no harm
resulted. His kinsman couldn’t read
the letter, but surmised it must be a
request for money and sent a check
at once.
Probably no ruler of modern times
has a throne of such barbaric splendor
as the Shah of Persia. It is said tn
be shaped like a bed, nine feet in
length by four in height, and is high
enough to require three steps to enter.
The body, steps and legs (which re
semble elephant’s trunks) are heavily
lacquered in gold and incrusted with
jewels, says The Upholsterer. On the
gold embroidered rug rests a gold
chair, behind which rises a sunburst
of diamonds with a jeweled bird on
either side.
Miss Clara Webb, a young woman
of Portland, Ore., has just made the
ascent of Mt. Hood ‘alone. She was
camping with a party just below the
snow line, and one day decided to at-
tempt the climb to the peak. She
started on the impulse of the moment,
took no food with her, and was nearly
exhausted when she reached the crest.
After resting for a short time, she be-
gan the descent, and made the peril-
ous trip in safety. The danger of her
feat can be understood when it is
considered that the mountain is over
eleven thousand feet high.
Aids to His Memory.
A lawyer in a western city once
went to another part of the country on
business. On arriving at his destina-
tion he found he had forgotten the
name cf the firm he had come to see
and had left all enlightening memo-
randa in his desk.
After wasting valuable time in use-
less efforts to remember, he tele-
graphed home to his partner for the
necessary information. He got it, and
more.
“Your business is with Smith &
Jones,” his partner's message ran.
“Your name is Brown.’
azine,
'—Sunday Mag-
Very Similar.
“The Jap is great at an ambuscade,”
Said tke coalman, Mr. Slaite.
“Much like the scales you use in your
trade,”
Said his friend; “he lies in wait.”
—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
-
Oompa FEUNTE
Anything to
~ Simuse the Public
¢
HE booksellers of London have been uttering some business-
like heresies anent free libraries. Sober Englishmen, de-
void of enthusiasm, ate asking themselves and their neigh-
bors Wliéther the free library is an unqualified blessing, or
an unmitigated nuisance. In view of the fact that eighteen
hiindred and fifty-nine novels were published in England
last year, they might be pardoned for doubting the advisa-
bility of learning to read.
The curious thing about the dispute (to American ears at
least) is the emphasis lain. by the disputants upon the tax-payer’s point of
view. In our nobler land no weak consideration for the tax-payer enters into
anybody’s mind. It is startling to read in'an English newspaper a narrow-
minded paragraph like the following: :
“Tea and coffee are good things in their way—at least as good as the av-
erage novel—but the tax-payers are not required to furnish free tea and coffee
rooms. Yet it would be quite as just .to establish free tea and coffee rooms at
the expense. of tax-payers as to establish free libraries for the use of un-
washed loungers and novel- -Treading boys,
How comes if, we wonder, that we ‘have not established the free tea and
coffee rooms long ago?
this suggestion, and offered to provide the teapots and coffee-urns (marked
with his name and appropriate inscriptions), on condition that the tax-payers
should keep them always full? Some gentle stimulant is needed to keep the
weary novel-readers awake.
There are those who assert that the ‘overcrowding of our great cities is
due, in some measure, to our intelligent efforts to provide entertainment for |
the public—games for kindergarten babies, clubs for girls and boys; libraries
for young men and women, concerts, fireworks and parades. By contrast with !
all these joys, bucolic life ‘must seem terribly bald and bare. To depend upon
one’s own energies and resources may be wholesome, but it is far from enliv-
ening. No wonder that ‘Rome was the Disses of all big cities, when she gave
her shows free!—Lifa,
fren ;
> Avoid Mannerisms
Crefifirete Reapers
we
By Beatrice Fairfax.
O habits are more easily acquired than little peculiarities
of manner and ncne that are more irritating to one’s
friends and acquaintances.
A girl wi ho would otherwise be very charming can quite
spoil herself by a habit of drawing in her lips or screw-
ing up her eyes. :
* One. woman whom I know nearly drives her family
distracted ‘by her habit of hesitating for choice of a word
when describing anything.
A JAPANESE FABLE. ~
How a Retainer Imitated the Example
of His Master. :
From “Japan of To-Day,” by James
"A. B. Scherer (J.B. Lippincott Co.,
_ Philadelphia), we take this
charming
i example of Japanese humor:
Why has not some philanthropic citizen awakened to
Once upon a time—so runs the story,
which I quote from memory—a certain
bald retainer called upon his lord and
master, to have a long talk about vari-
ous matters pertaining to the manage-
ment of the large estate. It was win-
ter, and when the noble lord came
in, be saw to it that a liberal supply
of glowing charcoal embers sent forth
their grateful heat from a brazier set
between them on the floor. Thus they
sat flat upon the mats and talked, the
retainer mow and then uttering ex-
clamations of ‘astonishment at the:
wisdom of his sage employer, who
was known far and wide far his
sound sense and unfailing presence of
mind.
latter ‘quality received fresh and con-
vincing illustration. For the charcoal,
snappy and saucy in the frosty air,”
suddenly sent a glowing ember ‘Jeap-
ing into the very lap of the stately
lord, full upon his handsome apron of
brocaded silk. The bald retainer flew
all to pieces in his helpless anxiety
to relieve the situation—gazing wildly
around for some implement to remove
the red-hot coal, and sputtering like a
sperm-whale in his excitement. But
{ meanwhile, the master, with a icalm
i bald head of the ret
ey |
Another friend; a man, uses one gesture so often in telling a story that |
vou find yourself watching for it so intently that you frequently lose, the!
point of the story.
Many people,
telling a story.
very regrettable.
Exaggeration of expression is a habit that is easily formed and hard;
to break. I know this to my cost, for 1 daily fight against it.
It comes from the idea that in order to impress people you must en-
large facts and numbers.
At first it takes very well, but after a while they cease to believe what
you say or at least place but small importance on your utterances,
It is so easy to become a slave to little habits and so very hard to
break away from them.
Never, if you can help it, form any habit unless it is such a virtuous
one that to be without it would be a grave error.
We may become the slaves even of good habits.
There is nothing ‘that needs always to be done
long as the right principle is adhered to.
The man who does the same thing in the same way every
in and year out, becomes the slave of routine.
does ‘it and unhappy when he does not.
Diversity goes a long way ‘toward contentment.
Try to make each day a little different from the day before and go
at your work in a different spirit. Of course all work must be dore in a
certain prescribed manner in order to be well done, but there will be many
little ways in which variety may be attained.
Make up your mind that you will not be conquered by the habit of doing
things in the same way.
Conquer habit; don’t let habit conquer you.—New York Journal.
quite unconsciously, form the habit of grimacing when
It comes from their earnestness in their subject, but it is
in the same way as
day, year
He is unhappy when he
2 0 2 4 2
£3 Scolf\rsrtortmen floes
& Russia’s Plight
An Empire of Graft in High Places—Burst-
2 ing of the Bubble of its Terrible Greatness.
Coz
G
ov
By John Foster Carr.
REAT fear of Russia has hung over the world for more than a
quarter of a century, but today, after a nine months’ war with
Japan, its dreaded power has become almost a laughing-stock.
Russia has great size joined with great weakness. Some of
the causes of its lethargy are incurable. Others are due to
a backward civilization. The roads are mere military routes.
The postoffice handles one piece of mail for fifteen that pass
through our own. For every two miles of telegraph in Rus-
sia, we have five; and for each mile of her telephone wires, we
have fifty-three. :
Russian industry tells the same stery. For each inhabitant, Russia invests
in industrial enterprise four dollars; the United States, cone hundred and twen-
ty-five. Our factories out-number hers twenty-three to one. The value of her
cotton spinnings is but two-thirds of ours. She manufactures somewhat more
than half as much tebacco; and only in sugar does she surpass us.
Ignorance leads misery by the hand. Three-fourths of the children never
see the inside of a-schoolroom. ©f those who go to school, few are taught
more than their alphabet, the catechism. and the elements of arithmetic. In
Russia proper, ninety-four people out of every hundred cannot write their
names, or spell out easy words. Technical education is even more neglected;
and, for every 11,000 people, there is but a single physician
The bureaucracy and the merchants in collusion have built up a perfectly
organized system of graft. It is openly recognized, treated with tolerance, even
thought of with respect. Not only do admirals buying coal in foreign ports pro-
cure receipts for much larger sums than they. have paid, pocketing the differ-
ence and dividing it with their under-officers, but no contract is let at home
whieh does not allow a liberal margin for a “rake-off.” In this way, Russia
has paid for her railroads two and a half times the amount which the Minister
of Finance estimates as their value—and by American standards, his estimate is
50 percent higher than the necessary cost. It is said that fully 75 percent of
the large Red Cross Fund which was subscribed at home and abroad has been
stolen. The magnificently equipped hospital train which the Czarina sent to
the Bast was looted Between St. Petersburg and Moscow. Not a thing of value
was léft in it. ;
To sum up; Russia stands at a great crisis in an evil plight: Its aristoe-
racy is rotten and tyrannous; its people sodden in ignorance, without moral
sense, dull and brutish; its priestcraft often degraded, extortionate, and sen-
sual: its land of natural resource wasted and consumed; its imperial line,
counting human souls and bodies as bullion for its coming; and its Czar,
a grotesque weakling.—World’'s Work.
| He looked from side
remark to the effect that it was of no
consequence whatever, bad quietly in-
serted his hand beneath his silken
apron, and, with the skilful ‘‘cBuck”
of 4 boy playing marbles, had shot the
saucy fireball back into: its proper
place before it had even scorched the
precious silk. When the excited re-
tainer at length compreliended what
had happened, he sat back upon his
haunches speechless with admiration,
unable to do anything but utter am oc-
casional “Narubodo!” of rapt amaze-
ment over such marvelous presence of
mind. He had learned a iésson=ever
hereafter would he strive to emulate
the matchless wisdom of his'lord.
Meanwhile, the lord sat talking as
though nothing had happened, t0 his
faithful, if somewhat abstracted, ser-
vitor, whose thoughts were now fixed
on -loftier themes. than ‘tenantry and
rents. Would that he might have op-
‘portunity to imitate .the wisdom of his
master! As luck would have it, the
opp yortunity was «not long delayed.
For the malicious charcoal. once more
Pon its fiery * spleen, ‘a living, coal
leaping this time Siri it for
.whereit lay
a 3
and glowed with wrath.! It was now
the master's turn to berome excited.
to side for some
implement of relief; he clapped his
: hands wildly to summon the maid—
and exclaimed:
“Why, ‘man, that coal will’ burn
straight through into your stupid
brain!’ !
But the retainer sat perfectly cool
and ‘collected, an expression of calm
and elevated superioriiy upon his suf-
fering ‘brow.
“Never mind,” he murmured; “it ‘Is
at no consequence whatever,”’—and,
mindful of his lord's example, reached
up and chucked himself under the
chin} -~
All He Asked. ,
“I have a favor to ask you.”
As he spoke, the visitor looked ap-
pealingly at the agent of the automo-
bile house, who scauned his face gloss :
1y.
“Unless 1 am gr aby mistaken, sir,”
he observed, ‘you are the gentleman
to whom we sold a second-hand auto
i two weeks ago.”
The other man smiled a pathetie
smile.
“I am that unhappy man, sir,” he
observed.
“And your favor?’
“Is this. In order to make that
machine go, I found I had to put in
a new chain; this necessitated new
front and rear sprockets, which meant
new bearings. Then I put in a new
fly-wheel, new gears, new ball bear-
ings, new carbureter, new tanks, new
circulating sySiem, including gear
pump and radiators; alsec new back
and front, new tires and new inner
tubes. And now, my dear sir, having
gotten the old thing so I can worry it
back and forth twice a day to and
from the station, I want to know if
you would have any objection to sup
plying me with two feet of one- -inch
rubber hose pipe at the regular dis-
count to the trade.”—Tom Masson.’
How the Parson Got His Oinner.
A clergyman who always spends a
part of his summer preaching in small
country churches mear his home city
was relating one of his experiences of
i last summer.
“I went cut to preach in a tiny tewn
about twenty miles from here which
does not boast a hotel or anything ap-
proaching it,” he said. “I conducted
the Sunday morning service, and'at its
conclusion waited for the usual invi-
tation to dinner. . For some reason
no one extended such an invitation.
I was ravenously hungry and in des-
peration approached a prosperous lcok-
ing farmer.
“Brother,” said I “won't you come
bome to dinner with me?
“He beamed with pleasure.
certainly,’ he said.
live?
“‘About tw enty miles from here,’ T
answered.
“He looked at me stupidly for a min-
ute and then the point of my invita-
tion dawned upon him. With a hearty
Juugh he grasped my hand and” ‘said:
* ‘Parson, let’s go over to my house.
It's a heap nearer than your'n. Ye
New York Press.
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