THE GIRL The girl who laughs—God bless her! Thrice blesses h-rself the while; No music on edrth °° Has nobler worth Than- that which voices a smile. The girl who laughs—men love her; She lifts from the heart of despair Its burden of woe And coaxes the glow Of joy to the brow of care. WHO LAUGHS. The girl who laughs—when sorrow Comes by, and a glistening tear Has stolen the glints Of rainbow tints And pictured a world of cheer. The girl who laughs—life needs her; There is never an hour so sad But wakes and thrills To the rippling trills Of the laugh of a lass who's glad. — John Howard Todd in the New York Press. A. PY OOTY PY TrTYTT oodecfecdeoieoderdeofotesieodeodedoded sfesfecforiesfosfoefeafocectccfocficforfecocfocfrcfechrafocfocfocireds & The ® KING AND I IN GOTTESBERG cl cofecdesdesdeodrdeodeodedeol de CASTLE. § sefsefosfecfooiocfociocfechociocfeofeciocfe L From the German. } Lv foufocecesteefosfertociefestosfoctectecferfooforfocforfocfocfecicts It was about 4 o'clock in the after- noon when I, Hubert von Hausach, first discovered the danger which threatened the castle of Gottensberg, and thanked God that my master, the King was not with us. I have always taken pleasure in writing a little in my leisure hours, and when I write I always sit in the east tower of the castle, where there is a magniticent view over the mountain crags and the big pine forest at the foot of the castle. That ill-starred morning 1 had writ- ten a letter to the King concerning Countess Helen, our guest, and thcugh I and many other loyal subjects would gladly have seen her on the cther side of the frontier, I had merely reported on her health. We could none of us foresee anything but misfortune for the country if this woman, witty, high spirited and beau- tiful as she was—should ever become queen. Deep in thought, I had gone to the windew to look out. At a distance from the castle, in the forest, I caught sight of mounted men. ihe sun shone on their green and yellow colors. 1 recognized the crest of Albert of Jaegendorf and understood that the Countess’s hour had struck. Yor this man had sworn that he would neither sleep in a bed nor change his shirt until Helen of Gerelstein should have been driven out cf the country, and most of the King’s sub- jects secretly applauded Albert's senti- ments. 1 had promised the King to protect Helen of Gerelstein with my life, and 1 raeant to keep my word. According- ly, | immediately sent for the Captain of the guard. He was a young fellow, stupid and conceited. “Sir Hubert,” he said, sharp ears for your age. undoubtedly Albert's men.” “In that case I hope you are prepar- ed, Captain,” I rejoined. He smiled. “Gottensberg is impregnable,” he gaid. “The sentinels are at their post, and the drawbridge is to be raised. Ii the Countess is not safe here it will not lee my fault.” Then I went down to break the news to Countess Helen, who was tak- jng tea with her sister Marie. They were the handsomest pair of sisters in the kingdom. She understood already from my tone jn greeting that there was danger in the air, and grew pale when I told her 1 had seen in the forest two mounted men with black feathers and silver Crosses. She went over to the window and looked out. Between the tree trumks a light bluish mist was visible. “There is a campfire in the forest— don’t try to deny it, Sir Hubert. Al- bert of Jaegendorf is there with his men. Isn't it so?” she asked. “I fear so, Countess.” She laid an icy hand on mine. “What ghall I do? Tell me, in heaven's name!” “There is the report which is sent under escort to his Majesty every even- ing at sundown. If you could take it yourself—" “You must be mad!” she cried. “l1— ge woman and alone—and Albert of Jaegendorf at the doors!” “If you were to ride to the city with the message to his Majesty, you would be neither a woman nor alone. You would wear the uniform of a courier and have an escort. The captain thinks the castle impregnable, but there are others who maintain that Al- bert and his men would storm Paradise if they saw a chance of finding booty there. In a few hours we shall know who is right.” Thus Helen of Gerelstein became the King’s courier. When the sun had gone down she left the castle with six dragoons as her escort. “Alpert will read her letter,” I said to little Marie, as we stood looking af- ter the departing ones, “and it will gerve as her passport, as it simply states that she is well and happy at Gottesberg.” The captain and I were sitting af our evening meal, when a servant sud- denly appeared and whispered in my ear that his Majesty had come back and was waiting for me in the little library where he was in the habit of working. The message frightened me sc that my knees trembled under me; and when I stood before the King he at once read the secret in my face. «Where is the Countess? Why did you let her go?” he asked in the clear, cold voice which always preceded an outburst of wrath. “your Majesty,” I stammered, ‘‘she went because Albert of Jaegendorf is at the doors.” He looked at me with his gray eves, and the expression in them showed that he understood and was grateful. «Albert of Jaegendorf?’ he repeat- + ed, doubtfully. “I came along the for- est path and saw neither him nor his men.” “you have These are | | I told how I had made the Countess put on the uniform of a courier. The King thought the plan daring—too much so. However, he wished to con- vince himself of the true state of af- fairs and together we stepped out on the terrace. The night was dark as pitch, but in the heart of the forest there appeared between the trees a reddish haze. “That is Albert's campfire,” said the King, abruptly. “If the sentinels are loyal, he and his men will climb the mountain behind us where no man has ever set his foot before.” “Your Majesty must not sleep in your own room tonight,” I ventured. “In my grandfather's time there was a subterranean passage which went | under the lake,” he remarked, as he went to inspect the sentinels. 1 would give a thousand florins to know if it still exists.” The King did not lack courage, as we all know who have served him. I shall never forget how he looked that night as he stood before me in his blue uniform of huzzars, erect and proud, | ready to fling a jest in the face of death. He knew as well as I what would happen if he fell into the hands of Albert's men. Who could have slept after ail this? Not Hubert von Hausach, at any rate. I still remember how, when the King had gone to bed in the red cham- ber, I took out my old uniform of drag- oons, buckled on my sword and loaded my pistols. Then I went into the ante- room in order to be near him should anything happen. The hours crept on slowly—more slowly than ever in my life before. The steps of the sentinel were the only sound that broke the stillness. In vain I tried to persuade myself that the cas- tle could not be stormed by a band of highwaymen. Suddenly I heard a scream. I after- ward learned that it came from little Marie, who had been torn out of her sleep to be carried wp into the moun- tains. I sprang to the door and called to the sentinel. There was no reply. A pistol shot flashed through the darkness and showed me our guards dying in the corridor and a crowd of strange men with swords and pistols in their hands. In the confusion were heard cries of “The King! The King!” 1 slammed the door and swung into place the heavy iron bars. A knock at the door of the royal sleepingjcham- ber was answered by King Ludwig himself. He was pale and had drawn his sword. There was no need of telling him anything. “How long will it take them tobreak open the door, Huhert?” he asked. “About fifteen minutes, I think, your Majesty.’ Suddenly the large window was torn off its hinges and a man with a rope about his waist came tumbling in. It was one ef Albert's mer. They must have let him down from the tower above the room. He fired at the King, but with a stroke on his arm I deflected the bul- let, and before he could fire another shot the King had felled him with the butt of his pistol. But where one had entered others might follow, and there were already two of them in the room. I left them to the King and ran to the window. Sure enough! There was another hanging at the end of a rope. With a stroke of my sword I cut it and the man fell, like a stone, a hundred feet to the bottom of the ravine. : Then I turned to the King. Two men lay dead at his feet and he was standing with the third before him, at the other end of the room near the portrait of his father. \ Fascinated, I stood watching the King’s swordplay. Albert's men were still working at the outer dbor. What good would it do us if the King should conquer this foe? Death awaited us in the corridor. The clumsy fencing of the bandit re- joiced my heart. and I laughed aloud when his blade struck in the panel be- hind the old King’s portrait. The fel- low threw an evil glance at me, but it was his last for his Majesty's thrust was quick and sure. The man fell, frothing at the mouth. “Here is the forgotten passage, Hu- bert,” the King said, and added with deep reverence, “Lord, it is Thy will!” I bowed my head and looked at the miracle which had happened. The bandit had thrust his sword into the forgotten door leading to the passage to the vaults. The sword must have touched a secret spring, or the wood was rotten with age. The opening in the wall showed us a way of escape. I remember that I took a candle and lighted the King while he descended the stone stairs, after I had closed the panel and replaced tne heavy iron bars at its back. We traversed a cel- lar and then went down another nar- row and steep stairway and through a long tunnel which was so low that we had to stoop as we went. At last we stopped. The way which we had come ended abruptly before an immense well, from which an odor so fearful emanated that we instantly re- coiled. The King sat down on a stone ledge in deep despair. In the stillness we heard a distant, illboding sound, as of many feet and shouting voices. After a while he said: “It is not like my grandfather to have built himself such a rat trap. If we only had a lantern we would try the water in the well.” This sudden inspiration gave me a start. 1 leaned out over the water without, paying attention to the fearful odor. What I saw was a well about thirty feet deep, with a black bottom and slime and mud all over the sides. The bad air extinguished the light in my hand. “If we only had a stone to throw! How dark it is,” the King said. ‘‘Lis- ten, Hubert, do you hear anything?” “] hear a sound as of galloping horses,” 1 said. “At the bottom of a well? Heavens, it is true!” he exclaimed. We leaned over the well and ascer- tained that we were not mistaken. “It is no well, but a tower on the mountain side,” the King suddenly cried. 1 have seen it when hunting. There must be a way out somewhere. I would give a thousand florins for a match!” “I .have matches in my pocket, your Majesty; and as true as I live, I think my hand is touching an iron step.” I lighted the candle and we again leaned over the black hole. Before the light went out it had shown us an iron ladder built on one side of the slimy wall. ‘While I again lighted the candle the King went down—to life or death, as his destiny willed. “Be careful how you step, Hubert,” he called up to me. “There is a door here.” A fresh breeze confirmed his words. 1 threw away the light and felt my way down. At the bottom of the lad- der was a door and through it we stepped out into the valley at the foot of the cliff. All I remember of the rest is that the King’s arms were around my neck and that he repeated over and over: “Not your love—no, I cannot live without it, old friend.” We ran through the forest like two schoolboys. In the nearest village we secured horses and were in the capital at daybreak. ; Thus Albert of Jaegendorf was driv- en out of the country. But little Marie stayed with him, and she who once was carried screaming from the castle now rules over him with an iron will. That the King’s marriage also come to pass does not belong to this story. But of me, Hubert von Hausach, it shall never be said that I served any one but my King, whom I pray that all good spirits may protect from evil. —New York Sun. “ALONG THE SAGUENAY.” Primitive, Peaceful Life of French Canadians Attracts Tourists. To say that the inhabitants of Chi- coutimi and the Saguenay provinces are 50 years behind the times would be to do them an injustice. The strife and turmoil of the outer world never penetrate this region; the noise and confusion, the insolent discourtesy so frequently encountered, the nervous, restless, ever-surging throng of the metropolis live not even in the minds of these simple people. The rugged heights that hem them in, the broad waters of the St. Lawrence, the som- bre tide of the Saguenay, mark the boundaries of their little world. a sealed book, save from the tales handed down from generation to gex- eration of the old home in sunny France, whence came the sturdy pion- eers whose descendants now occupy the very land they struggled long and manfully to acquire and who in turn will hand it down to posterity. Unfortunate they may seem at first thought, yet the more one studies their characteristics, the closer he in- vestigates their condition, the great- er is the inclination to pity himself. Gentle, quiet, happy to a degree that is infectious, there is an air of contentment everywhere in evidence that is in strange contrast to the strife and discord that prevail in the outer world, the keen competition, the glittering possibilities, the bitter disappointment attendant on failure, are all foreign to them, and their cup of joy appears ever ready to bubble over. Happy people indeed are they; be- nighted they may be, yet it is with a feeling akin to regret that the stran- ger turns his back on the peace and quietude .that abound everywhere here, to begin the homeward journey toward the strife, turmoil and selfish- ness of the outer world. Lucky peo- ple they; fortunate is the man who is permitted to spend even a few days amid such mellowing influences.— Len G. Shaw in the Detroit Free Press. Railway Reports. In his address to Dartmouth Uni- versity, Andrew D. White, who takes rank among the great thinkers and doers of the country, urged that legis- latures should insist upon the fullest publicity of railway reports, in order to protect shareholders; and he thought that railroad directors should meet the people more than half way in order to satisfy their wants. The time will saon come, he said, when there will be a great body -of citi- zens who will demand honest, fair, and exhaustive reports of the dcings of their representatives in the control of the business of the country.—Wal To them the rest of the universe is | 7 LOST MINES. Romantic Stories of the Abandoned Treasures of Mexico. Among the rich miles worked by the Spaniards was the Tarasca, in So- nora, of which Humboldt writes so fascinatingly and Ward and other his- torians mention favorably. The his tory of Tarasca is one of evil deeds, of duplicity, of theft, of greed and oll the base passions incited by the love of gold. The mine was worked long before the Spaniards arrived in Mex- ico and the gold and silver fashioned into ornaments by the aborigines. A family in Guaymas has a necklace of flying fish purchased from a Pima In- dian chief who stated that the metal was dug from Tarasca. The mine was worked by various Spaniards and la- ter acquired for the Crown of Spain. It was extensively worked, barring certain periods during Apache wars, until the epoch of the French interven- tion, when the shafts and tunnels are said to have been concealed by the ad- ministrator, Don Juan Moreno, an im- perialist, who was forced to seek safe- ty in flight. After the restoration of peace Tarasca was looked for in vain, and to the present time no one is cer- tain of its location, though the mine now known as Ubarbo is believed to be the Tarasca. Ubarbo had been ex- tensively worked when re-discovered, years ago, and the shafts and tunnels concealed under earth and brush. Rich pillars of ore were found on the drifts, and the mine corresponds with the description in the archives of the American Consulate at Guaymas. But the lost mine about which tradi- tion gathers thickest is Taiopa, sup posed to be located in the Shahuaripa district, in Sonora. Little documen- tary evidence exists’ to prove Taiopa’s reality, and that has evidently been manufactured by unscrupulous mani- pulators. A wealthy Mexican gentle- man recently made a trip to Madrid, and after minute search, at great ex- pense, found absolutely no data to prove that such a mine was worked for the Crown of Spain and no reli- able data in the Mexican archives or elsewhere to prove that such a mine was ever known. But quite as trust worthy as most written documents are the traditions gathered from the Pima Indians. They stoutly maintain that Taiopa exists, and a few claim to know its locality. Small quatities of very rich ore are occasionally sold at the mountain mining camps, and all attempts to follow the Indians to the spot where it is found or bribe them to reveal it have failed. Wanting but little in addition to the corn they grow, they are imbued with a super- stitution that if they reveal the lo- cality of a mine they will instantly drop dead. To one unacquainted with the Indian character this statement may seem incredible, but any prospec- tor or miner in the Sierra Madre will affirm its truth. Large sums of mon- ey have been offered the Pimas to teli where the lost mine is. They scorn money, and the only open sesame is mescal, by the liberal use of which the Indians may be made to disclose many things, but so far he has held inviolate his vow to reveal to no man the famous Taiopa.—Modern Mexico. How to Win Her. Elmer House, who is an authority lays down these rules for lovers: 1—Don’t try to create a monopoly. Give the other fellows all the rope they want, but insist on being “it.” 2—If you have a keen rival, give him five nights in the week if he wants them, but never take the siding for him. Ask for but little, but insist upon getting it, and if you don’t get it, jump the game. 3—Let the girl do most of the chas- ing. She likes to do it, and will like you all the better if you force her to tag. Also, you will like her better. If she won’t chase, there's nothing doing for you, anyway. 4— Don't show jealousy of anybody. Be especially indifferent to the fellow who is giving you the hardest race. Never for a minute assume that any- body can beat you out. 5—Don’t be a hypocrite. Don’t give up anything for the girl's sake that you wouldn't give up for the sake of your own self-respect. 6—Allow the girl the greatest pos sible freedom in regard to men friends; don’t monopolize her time, and keep an anchor or two to the windward in the form of pleasant, friendly inti macies with other girls. There'll be lots of times when you'll need an anchor. 7—Keep this thought in mind: If you lose you'll get over it. They all do.— Kansas City Journal. A Secret Standard. A small boy and his smaller sister of a West Philadelphia family were be- ing interviewed by an admiring visi tor. She asked the boy how old he was, but he had an attack of shyness and could not tell. His sister, however, did better, and announced that he was six years old. ‘Six years old!” ex claimed the visitor. “What a big boy! And how tall are you?” This stumped both the children. The visitor ex- pressed surprise that a six-year-old boy could not tell his height, and even the little sister hung her head in shame. Then the visitor gave it up and talked of other things, but soon the little girl edged around to her and whispered: “you musn’t tell mamma,” she said, “hut Rob is just tall enough to reach the jam on the pantry shelf.”—Phila- delphia Record. Kindness te Animals. In Spain, ‘tis said that a society founded to protect the lower animals finding itself in difficulties, arranged 8 bull-fight to increase its funds and clea; away its debts.—Cunninghame-Grahaw Street Journal. | im the London Saturday Review. Tlingit ae pment) ¢ The Army and Navy { | Kill Capacity g Lv By Leslie M. Shaw, Secretary of the Treasury. astm ttre pronto » F you serve the government for hire you are no use. Most work is naturally drudgery, but the men who do the hard- est and best work are those who do not know they are doing it. ’ The man who works only for the pay he gets can only work eight hours a day, but the one who works to accom- plish things is good for 16 hours, and at a- pinch much more. There is one thing, however, which I want to warn you young men of. There is nothing that will take the native capacity out of a man as quickly as employment in any branch of the army or navy. If I wanted to make a fine preacher out of a young man 1 would send him to West Point, for it is the best school on earth. In one branch of the government service—I won't say which—if a man has a good idea they court martial him. _§fter he has suppressed ideas for hb two or three years no more propose themselves and he becomes a figurehead. . The army and navy have lots of men whose ideas have been suppressed. I want to sympathize with you young men on one point, and will congrat- ulate you also. You have certainly succeeded in getting into an easy place. You officers of the revenue department are not as important in the eyes of the world as men who are lying around all the time, supposedly, waiting for an opportunity to do some fighting. Something about all of the government departments which might ap- peal to some of you, however, is that you are not likely to die from overwork. I weuld willingly go one thousand miles to see the grave of a man who had died from overwork, but I am sure I would not find that he had been in the employ of the United States government. -1 am disposed to think that the American boy is lacking in self-reliance.. Don’t misunderstand me; I did not say self-conceit. About the latter char- acteristic there is nothing to speak on, because of the fact that it is present in such quantities as to do its own talking. If you work to accomplish something and let the government’s pay hap- pen along incidentally you will get to the top. Better still, you might get an invitation to another job. The only rule for you to go by is to measure your standard by that of the American people, which is “greatness.” The N ational Flag No Possession of a Country More Loyal: ly Loved and More Deeply Revered. VY By Capt. Harold Hammond. HERE is no possession of a country which is more deeply revered, more consistently loved, or more loyally supported than its national flag. In our country is this especially true, for in that one emblem are embodied all the principles which our forefathers upheld, all the benefits of a century and a quarter of enlightened progress, and all the hope and assur- ance of a promising future. The stripes of alternate red and white proclaim the orig- inal union of thirteen states to maintain the Declaration of Its stars, white on a field of blue, proclaim that union of states constituting our national constellation which receives a new star with every state. Thus, the stars and stripes signify union and “in union there is strength.” The very colors have a significance. White stands for purity, red for valor, and blue for justice, together forming a combination which it is our inherited privilege to honor and uphold. It is not the flag of a king, or an emperor, or a president. It is the flag of the people, brought into being by their will, defended when necessary by their ‘patriotism, and to which they turn for protection in time of danger. No matter into what parties our people may be divided, due to political beliefs and leanings, they all stand united under one flag. It is the emblem of unity, safety and faith.—St. Nicholas. A Age of Fraternalism By Dr. Lyman Abbott. shar 2909990002 N the coming age all the creeds and sects will be united by & & 2 common aim, purpose, spirit; because the coming age is to : 1 3 be a fraternal one. Every age has its vices and its virtues. & @ The 19th century has had vices, all due to the same source. % Ss The first vice has been that of accumulation. Put men to- LE4 C000 gether and tell them to look after their own interests and : push ahead and each man will be measuring himself by his 00000060 accumulations. The second vice is the lawlessness of self- will. We hear of the criminal classes. Can you tell me today who belong to the criminal class? Do the insurance directors who bought stocks low and sold them to companies in which they wege directors at high prices? Do the railroad officials who broke the law of the land and now stand convicted? Do the coal carriers who did by a gentlemen’s agree- ment that which was against the law? In religion the tendency has been tow- ard narrowness and sectarianism. Each man has thought for himself and has thought that this was all there was to be thought. This is the irrever- ence of self-conceit. It is not alone the processes of the Chicago packers that need inspection. We have false labels in this country. There is one remedy for all this. So- ciety should be considered as a unit. And the law of society should be the law of mutual service. Already accumulation is on trial. I am not attacking the multi-millionaire. It is better to be one than wish to be one and not have the ability. We have learned that the best interests of the community are not served by each man’s voting for his. own interests. He must look after the national welfare. The age you enter has heen called socialistic, but that is false. It is fraternal.” The Americar By Luther Burbank. 9090000000 AN has by no means reached the ultimate. The fittest has aay not yet arrived. In the process of elimination the weaker ¢ : 3 must fail, but the battle has changed its base from brute * & force to mental integrity. The man of the future ages will 3 prove a somewhat different order of being from that of the 4 ¢ present. He may look upon us as we to-day look upon our ) 9909909009 ancestors. 0060606000000 Statistics show many things to make us pause, but, after all, the only right and proper point of view is that of the optimist. The time will come when insanity will be reduced, suicides and murders will be greatly diminished, and man will become a being of fewer mental troubles and bodily ills. Whenever you kave a nation in which there is no variation, there is comparatively little insanity or crime, or éxalted morality of ‘genius. Here in America, where the variation is greatest, statis- tics show a greater percentage of all'these variations. As time goes on in its endless and ceaseless course, environment must crystallize the American nation; its varying elements will become unified, and the weeding-out process will, by the means indicated in this paper, by se- lection and environmental influences, leave ‘the finest human product ever known. The transcendent qualities which are placed in plants will have their analogies in the noble composite, the American of the future.—The Century. SR i —_ tify the withstar scene of responsi a8 soon determi: No wq ner for ner is t ways h: evade i that an ner is : All won - thing o: mind th but to t the ver thur Pe | It ma; for long attentios are in t day” in are not | Black g in the worn w waist, | became fancy t Glove n custome tan, ma hue. B: tan are tan shoe ufacture gloves” but girls gloves a fed kinc ; Pre One d; sitting « heard tl Followir the sou snake i frog, sa panion. 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