Tags . JUBAL AND TUBAL CAIN. Jubal sang of the wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn-= But Tubal got him a pointed rod And scrambled the earth for corn. Old—old as that earthly mold, Young as the sprouting grain— Yearly green is the strife between Jubal and Tubal Cain. Jubal sang of the new-found sea, nd the souls its waves divide— But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree nd passed it to the farther side. Black—black as the hurricane wrack, Salt as the under-main— Bitter and cold is that hate they hold— Jubal and Tubal Cain! Jubal sang of the golden years When wars and wounds shall cease— But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears And showed his neighbors peace. New—new as the Nine Point Two, Older than Lamech’s slain— Roaring and loud is the feud avowed Twix’ Jubal and Tubal Cain. Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar And the peaks that none may crown— But Tubal clambered by jut and scar, And there he builded a town, High—high as the Passes lie, Low as the culverts drain— Wherever they be they can never agree— Jubal and Tubal Cain! —Rudyard Kipling. 0 9096 *o¢ <* 6 >& & 9006 & @ * & ° yy * ood 56069 006 ©06¢ 90000000000000000000000000000000090390022220 S209 STEALING A GRANDMOTHER 55 L000 By HUGH PENDEXTER. voee +6090 $e 038821 00000000000606000000000600006000006006000000046 ‘When I got home that night my wife met me at the door with a bright face and told me that she had re- ceived a letter from her grandfather stating that her grandmother would Jeave on the morrow to visit us, and would I mind meeting her at Isworth. I had never met the relative in ques- tion, but from my wife's ample dis- course I had conceived her to be a little, gracious, old lady, whom any man would be pleased to love—as a grandmother. At this period of my married life I had been thoroughly subjugated by my other half, and at once acquiesced in the veiled mandate by expressing great pleasure in leav- ing my work for a day to meet the grandmother. “The city editor may not like my asking for a 'day off, you know,” I remarked, even while giving in. “Indeed,” she sniffed, ‘is that ma- terial?” “Not a bit,” I hastened to answer. “Ie is a very immaterial person.” “Then, dear, you go. 1 have in my letters described you so explicitly that she will be sure to know you. Any way, you will recognize her, for she is the dearest, sweetest woman—" “Old woman,” I corrected. “Elderly woman in the world.” “How does she look?” I asked, wishing to get a few pointers. *‘Oh, lovely! When you see a lit- tle mite of a thing with the dearest gray hair and the brightest eyes in the world; a woman that—an elderly woman—you can feel like giving a good hug, you'll know that’s grand- ma.” ““‘She’s sure to come?” “Why, yes, quite sure. If for any reason she cannot, grandpa will tele- graph.” In the morning I went down and made my peace with the city editor. ° When I left him he looked extremely doubtful, and he has told me since that from my conversation he had absorbed the impression that some relative of mine had pasfed away and that I was going to bring the body _ home. Isworth was a junction and nothing else. A solitary grocery store and postofiice combined stood a little way from the station, while far and near a dense growth of alders completed the air of desolation. The down train from Waterville had already pulled in, and on leaving the car I had only to enter the low waiting room to find the object of my journey. As I opened the door a tall, gaunt woman, dressed in funereal black, arose and accosted me in a deep, hus- ky voice. “Is this James?” “Yes,” I answered dreamily. *I am James, and is this—this—grand- ma?” “Young man, it is.” I approached timidly for my wel- coming kiss, for my wife had cau- tioned me in regard to this very mi- nutely. Grasping my intentions and decid- jng that they were honorable, she raised a heavy black veil and gave me a sort of perfunctory sort of a smack. She was fully as tall as I, and would weigh, I concluded, just one hundred and ninety-eight. And this stern visaged woman was the one destined to inculcate in my being an irrepres- sible desire to fold her to my bosom and lavish upon her lips grandfilial kisses! She eyed me sadly for a min- ute and then remarked: “1 had hoped Eliza's gal had got a better favored man.” My countenance must have pressed sorrow, for she said: “But you hain’t to blame for vour looks. I only hope that you are bet- ter to her than Henery was.” I dropped the black monster sup- posed to contain her personal effects and gasped weakly: eXx- “Henry!” “Yes, Henry. Her first, you know.” How we got aboard the home train train I never knew. My wife's first! We had only been married a year, and coming from a distant State I had seen my wife only six months prior to our marriage. It was impossible that she could have been married be- fore meeting me. I had to conclude that I was bringing home a crazy grandmother. “Henery was a varmint,” he re- marked, after we had arranged divers parcels, among which I remember was a bird cage. ‘‘He was a shiftless provider,” she continued. “I'll bet he was,” I said altogeth- er dazed. “When did he die?” “No ' sich luck. He ain't dead. He’s still kitin’ ‘round th’ country scomers.” A queer kind of a feeling took me by the throat. I knew that she was crazy, but still my throat felt horri- bly. “I brought along some catnip for the cats,” she said at last, pointing to a paper bag. “Oh, but ydsu know that ave haven't any.” “Killed ‘em, eh? Jest as well. I drowned three.’fore I ketched the cars this mornin’.”’ Oh, my wife! Even if the ‘‘Hen- ery’ part were a hallucination, to think of the dearest little old lady in th: world coming in to see you with the blood of three cats upon her hands, too! “Well, grandma, you must make us a good, long visit. Grandpa can’t see you again until he comes af’er you.” I had determined to be just as cor- dial as if she had been the personifi- cation of daintiness. “You needn’t worry on that score. When I packed my traps I told your grandfather that mabbe he'd see me ‘fore spring, cut most likely he would not.” It was now September. I looked out of the window at the peacéful sc:ne and wished it would rain and be sleety. It seemed as if Nature had no business to be so gay. I re- called the first two stanzas of the .“Rainy Day.” “Is grandpa well?” T reaching everywhere, discipline, trance. sees it struggles along over ready in some form make it its own. food material pleasure, one should despise these; brotherhood eric A. Hinckley. She hitched herself into a more codfidential position and said impres- sively: “Your grandfather would he toler- ably well if he’d let old cider alone. But when a man betwixt and between drinks ’bout two gallons of old cider every day it tends to make him feel outer sorts. I think that’s what at- tracted Henery to your wife. , He thought he could live on Durgin Hill, keep filled with old cider, and have a good time generally. He was work- in’ there in hayin’ when he fust met Eliza's gal. She was'up for the sum- mer. But when he an’ your grand- father went off fishin’ and fell into the crick, I put my foot down and he gut. Your wife never said nothin’ ‘bout him, I take it?” “No,” I answered. . «“Nat’rel, 'nough, too. Let byzones be byzones, sez I. We've gut to make th’ best of the futer. Do you drink?” “Never!” , “What church do you attend?” «“j—1 go to the Universelist.” “The idee! An’ our hull fam’ly have ben Baptists for ten gen’rations. Why, YOur. grandfather, when he’s filled to the nozzle with cider, will cuss a Universalist on sight. That's his one good point; he don’t go hack on his religion. An’ I tell you, young man, that in the futer you an’ Eliza's gal will ‘tend out on the Baptists’ meetin’s.” : 1 shuddered as I thought of her declaration to grandpa, ‘‘Mebbe vou'll see me ‘fore spring, an’ mebbe you won't.” 3 «what do you do with your ‘even- ings?” she asked, adjusting her spec- tacles. “Oh, I always stay at home even- ings,” I replied, glad of a chance to appear in a favorable light. “We have a quiet game of euchre, or in- vite in some of the neighbors and play whist, you know.” “Them’s games You play keerds, en?” she asked gloomily. 1 saw my finish as I weakly an- swered ‘‘ves.” «Oh, the sorrer of it! Eliza's gal playin’ at keerds! Never in Henery’s day did she do that! But jest wait! We'll see if a little moral influence can’t stop sich didoes jest as soon as 1 get settled,” and the light of con- guest flashed from her cold, gray ‘eyes. with a sigh with of relief I hejped her TE5E5EGaseSPSeSeaeseseseheSeSenEneoanes CrLErE EEE EEE EEE EEE EE CECE EE EE EEE EE 525, True Brotherhood. HE common wealth of humanity—it is in the sky and stars, in the fields and the brooks, in the heaven- summits and the there can be no trust in beauty. yours and mine and all men’s. There can be no corner in the The blossoming of the apple trees— ac sources of inspiraticn. all can see it. The singing of the birds—all can hear it. The time was—in some parts of the world the time still is— when thought and thought products were denied to the masses; but in this blessed country of ours thought may come like a full-blown rose flushing every brow. the books which sum up and record the thought of the past—who so poor but the opportunity of schooling awaits him, and the public library opens its doors for his en- The world of thought—what so precious! belongs to the common wealth of humanity. lpve—something as universal as human nature itself. everywhere and feels it everywhere, in the most refined and cultured walks of personal ease and comfort, as truly where poverty shares its troubles and sorrows and its ofttimes stony way. pure, sincere love—it is the greatest thing in the world, for the soul that can climb to it and All these things are the supreme and in- estimable wealth in the brotherhood of souls. money is necessary, and houses and lands and clothing 8 and recreation are necessary. but the supreme bond: in the of souls is the appreciation .and, higher, more inspiring, more beautiful things.—Rev. Fred- | into a cab when we reached the sta- tion, and told the driver my number. To my surprise no bright-eyed wife bounded down the steps to meet us; instead, the house was gloomy and dark. And what's more, when I mounted the stalrs I found the door locked. 1 could appreciate the spirit that prompted my wife to keep the { grandmother out, but I thought it was rather hard on the husband. However, I used my latchkey and ushered grandma in. I was pleased to note that the lighting of the gas impressed my relative quite a deal. ‘‘Hain’t there no danger of that bustin’? Hain’t kerisine ile safer?” 1 quieted her a bit, and then snapped a few parlor matches to com- plete the effect. Then I set out to find my wife. She was not in the house. I returned to the sitting room and found grandma hanging the bird cage to a hook, while the inmate croaked feebly. “Where's Eliza's gal?” “She must have stepped out to the neighbor's,” I explained, ‘but make yourself at home and I will look her ap.” - My head was in a whirl. My wife’s desertion, the question of ‘“Henery the fust,” were problems I could not solve. There was no doubt in my mind but that my wife was the sweetest little woman in the world, but I wished she had been at home. Of course my grandma was crazy, and yet I felt badly to think of ‘“Henery’s kitin’ ‘round over the country.” He ought, even in hallucinations, to be dead. On inquiring, Mrs. Engels intormcd me that my wife had gone to spend the night with our qld friends, the Atelys. This was a little too much. Did she fear to face me, now that I had learned the truth? A hansom quickly took me to the Atelys’, and I brusquely asked for my wife. “Why, James, dear, back? ,Didn’t you get my telegram at Isworth?”’ “I did not,” I replied, not noticing her advances to give me a caress. “Why, I wired that grandma was not coming until to-morrow morning, 25esSesesehs 2 ESRSegaaay boundless sea. Beauty Beauty is eSRSageGpGR 5 Cpt a5asehesehRacaey Mental and it Still more is One Love, sweet, Not but that ED oEaEaE and No love of the ALES Sasa ELIT] : L fsseseseemsameeenesn mms agan enna 8 ESE EeseSeS 2s and that you were to stay over and wait for her. But I'll put on my things and come home.” Once we were inside the carriage 1 asked: “How much longer is this farca to continue? Do you think I am of the same calibre as ‘Henery’?” She began to cry softly. “Perhaps you imagine that the occ- cult influence of Durgin Hill has cap- tivated me,” 1 suggested. She was now weeping violently. “Or possibly the fact that grandma has killed three cats this morning ought to squelch me.” “Oh, James, you have told me so many times that you never would and I believed you.” “Never would what?” &“Drink.” Visions of grandpa's evidently before her. thought that the most lovable the world had brought re down a jugful. «And von met kim in haying time,” I remarked. “Oh, dear, oh, dear! I only wish ! mother or grandmother was here.’ | i | terly. “Grandma is here,” I plicd bit- “35 is the catnip and the little bird and the seed onions and God knows what else.” - “Stop! I will no longer ride in the same carriage with you! What a beast rum can make of a man! Ter- rible! terrible!” But we had reached our house now, and she ran ahead of me up the steps. «why! this hain’t Eliza’s gal!” 1 heard our guest cry out. “And this surely is not grandma!” my wife exclaimed. «Well, who in the name of the Evil One is it?”’ I muttered to myself. Just then a man stepped up to the door, grinning broadly. “My name's James Whitten, an’ I guess my wife's grandmother’s here, eh? They told me at the station that she was brought here. I had calker- lated on meetin’ her at Isworth, but missed my train,” and he laughed at the excellence of the joke. And I laughed. Never has anything since struck me so deliciously good. ® ® * *" % * ® The real grandma was all that my wife had pictured, and my wife went in person to meet her. She can no longer trust me. My first name is James, and my mother-in-law hap- pens to bu named Eliza, but none ot us ever lived on Durgin Hill, and my wife now feels assured that I never drink. “Henery, the fust,” is, I suppose, still “kitin’ round the country,” but we have never met him, and yet my grandma, dear old lady, often re- moves her spectacles and wipes away the tears as we talk over my wife's first marriage.— Portland Transcript. 20000C097CSOCO600800906C THE HIGH TIDE : CF IMMIGRATION @ The problem of the outpouring from Europe into the United States, and its threat to what is best in our national -institutions, could not per- haps be more forcibly brought home to us than by the facts presented in Mr. W. Z. Ripley’s article, “Races in the United States,” in the Atlantic. Wave has followed wave, says Pro- fessorf Ripley, each higher than the last—the ebb and flow being de- pendent upon economic conditions in large measure. It is the last great wave, ebbing since last fall, which has most alarmed us in America. This gathered force on the revival of prosperity about. 1897, but it did not assume full measure until 1900. Since that year over 6,000,000 peo- ple have landed on our shore, one- quarter of all the total immigration since the beginning. The new-com- ers of these eight years alone would repopulate all the five older New England States as they stand to-day; or, if properly disseminated over the newer parts of the country, they would serve to populate no less than nineteen States of the Union as they stand. The new-comers of the last eight years could, if suitably seated in the land, elect thirty-eight out of the nresent ninety-two Senators of the United States. Is it any wonder that thoughtful political students stand somewhat aghast? In the last of these eight years—1907—there were one million and a quarter ar- rivals. This number would entirely populate both New Hampshire and Maine, two of our oldest States, with an aggregate territory annroximately | equal to Ireland and Wales. The arrivals of this one vear would found a State with more inhabitants than any one of twenty-one of our other existing Commonwealths which could be named. ® © ® - ® ® ® a Q ® 2 @ WORDS OF WISDOM. Industry is the magnet that gets things coming our way. Many a fellow has discovered that it is easier to make love than to make good. . Many a woman talks like sixty who isn’t. Scientists say that kissing must go, but in spite of that it doesn’t go with some girls. He laughs ot scars who has never been at war with himself. The average man has his pric~. and, of course, the foreign nobleman is but an average man. There are altogether too many ways of making pecple unhappy. Some people are unhappy because they have never been in love, and others because they have. It’s all right to follow the crowd, provided you are not ambitious to get to the front. It’s when a fellow thinks he is out of sight that he feels all eyes are upon him. Woman may be the weaker vessel, but it is generally the man who goes broke. It isn’t cnough to pay as you go. You ought to save enough to pay your way back. : The officeholder feels that one good term deserves ancther. If the eyes arc the windows of the soul, every man must look out tor nimself. Happy is the man who is pleased with everything, including himself. Rather than sew up a glove on Sunday some women would remem- ber the Sabbath day and keep it holy. The fellow who tells a girl he could listen to her voice for the rest of his life should be careful or he may have to. If we could se= ourselves as others see us, it would just about put the z glass people out of business. F-om the “Greenwood Lake Philo- gopher,” in the New York Times. mmr er ———— Horned Toads Slow. Horned toads are slow of foot, and the spiny horns which cover them seem to be their only defense. Pro- fessor Cope gives an example of a dead rattlesnake found with the horns of one of these lizards which it had swallowed penetrating through the upper skin, one on each side of the spine. John K. Strecker, Jr. records another case where the cap- ture of a horned lizard was fatal to the animal that had eaten it. He says: “Some years ago a friend brought me a dead hawk (Buteo lineatus alleni) that he had found ly- ing out on the prairie west of the city (Waco). It was greatly emaciated and there was considerable dry blood on the feathers of the throat and breast. On skinning it I found no shot wounds, but when I made a care- ful examination of the carcass I found that it had swallowed two horned lizards, and that one of the occipital horns of one of these had penetrated the bird's trachea.”—Forest and Stream. Opposed to Cremation. Belgium officially frowns on-crenias tion. ‘tions, my boy, but not for sympathy.” | | | | Cruelty. When Sylvia runs her motor car, Such radiance does her beauty shed, That every man she runs across Is liable to lose his head— In any case, she cuts him dead. —Brooklyn Life. Where Poems Go. Wife— “The meat stew I have made for you is a poem.” Editor—“Then I 'juppose I must be the waste basket.’ —Fliegende Blaet- ter. ; G3 :- A Modern Convenience. Knicker—Do you think every man has his price?” 5, : Politician—Yes, and it would save a lot of trouble if they left the tags on.””—New York Sun. What Papa Went For. Robbie (at the opera)—‘ ‘Mamma, what does papa keep going out be- tween the acts for?” Mother— ‘Sh! He goes out for opera glasses.”—Judge. The Sign Infallible, “What makes you think she has got him intimidated?” “I took lunch with them to-day and he told her her biscuits were de- licious.”’—Houston Post. Rule Doesn’t Apply. Joax—'‘You shouldn’t judge that man by the company that he keeps.” Hoax— “Why?” Joax—*“He’s the warden of the penitentiary.”’—Detroit News. Foot of the Class. Teacher—*‘Johnny, if your mother had twelve apples and used six of them in making a ]’e, what would she have left?” Little Johnny—‘‘Please, ma’am, the skins and the cores.”’—Judge. Declined With Thanks. “Won't you take my seat?” said the man in the street car, as he lifted his hat to the pretty girl. ‘No, thank you,” she replied; “I’ve been skating all the afternoon and I'm tired of sitting down.”—Puck. Lost Her Good Looks. Nurse— ‘Oh. I wouldn't cry if I were you, Willie. It will spoil all your good looks, you know.” Willie (looking inquiringly)— «What made you cry so much when you were young, then?” — Yonkers Statesman, Where He Drew the Line. Mrs. de Flashleigh (dressing for charity ‘ball)—*“I suppose I'll have to wear all my diamonds, Living- stone?” Mr. de Flashleigh— Do as you please, dear, but if they fatigue you don’t expect me to lug them around.” —Puck. Mis Specialty. Dippel— ‘The scientists are adver- tising a large reward for a man who can make spirits appear.” Tiprle—“I’m on the job if the re- ward is good for any one who can make spirits disappear.”’—DBaltimore American. A Privileged Class. “Ah,” complained the visiting no- bleman, ‘but you have no privileged classes in this country.” “We haven’i, eh?’ replied the prominent citizen. ‘‘You ought to be out some night when a gang of col- lege boys are on a tear.”—Chicago Record-Herald. Of Move Importance. «And now that you are of age,” said the anxious father, “I want to give you a few pointers on how to keep money.” “Say, dad,” rejoined the son of his father, “hadn’t you better begin by giving me a few pointers on how to get it?”’—Boston Post. The Proper Thing. Fred—*I’ve only just heard of your marriage, old chap.” Joe—‘'‘Yes, I was married nearly six months ago.” Fred—‘ “Well, it isn’t too late to of- fer congratulations, of course?’ Joe—*“A little late for congratula- —DBoston Post. Got Busy. “You say you heard more than a week ago that your wife contempla- ted eloping in your new auto?” “Yes, I knew about it.” “And you took no steps matter?” : “Sure I did. I took her out every day and gave her lessons in running it.”’—Houston Post. She Was Mistaken. i Hubby was evidently worried and wifey was trying to cheer him up. “Cheer up, John, and don’t worry,” she said. “It doesn’t do any good to) borrow trouble.” | “Borrow trouble,”” echoed her hus- | band. “Great Caesar's ghost! T ain't} borrowing trouble; I've got it to lend.”’—DBostion Post. { in the ’ All Who | Would Enjoy good health, with its blessings, must un derstand, quite clearly, that it involves the question of right living with all the term implies. 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