V WHERK THB What Is the sorrow? A little spaeo Tha cry of tlia fallen In tlio race , The dying cry which the world heeds not Ill remembered, or fioon foit, Joy or sorrow will end In rest Dust, and a rose on a dreamless breast. What Is the niching? It Is not Inns; Una In the end nru the sIkIi nnd song, One the faith, and one the douhl Tha cry of tho vanquished the victor's shout Victor nnd vanquished must creep for rest When tho dust Is blown o'er the drcuinlcsa breast And what In the transient plnom nnd Blow Is the beautiful love tint we cllna; to so. The rose red lip. and the sparkling eye? A gnfclous greeting a sad good-liy! With pallid laces and lips Kilef ir. st The lovers creep to the rose for rest. lo we smllo nt the dark on tho pathway rough; There shall ho sunshine nnd rest enough After the stormy wavs are past, Kest shall be sweeter nt last nt last! Joy ami sorrow will end In rest Dust, und a rose on a dreamless breast. Atlanta Constitution. I i The Kidnapping J By W. R. The room was plainly but neatly furnished. There was an air of com fort about It that the young mun liked. Nevertheless his face was clouded by a shadow. And the lace -A the young woman whose clear gray eyes Intently regarded him was cloud ed, too. "No, Martin," she presently broke the silence, "I cannot bo persuaded." He looked at her tenderly. "I am selfish enough to think you are wrong," he said, "but that's a lover's unfairness. Anyway, there Is no question about the beauty of the acrlflce you are making." "I am only doing what I believe to be my duty, Martin." "And you would marry me If it were not for George?' She hesitated a moment. "I I think I would, Martin." He moistened his lips. "George looms very large nnd very formidable," he said. "What ran be done with him?" The girl sighed. "Nothing.' ' There was a little silence. "It Isn't right," murmured the man beneath his breath, and there was bit terness in his tone. "It is the only thing I can do," said the girl. "You know he Isn't worth the sacri fice." . "He Is my brother." The man drew a long breatn. "Such a brother." The girl's face flushed. "I cannot discuss this even with you, Martin. I must do my duty as I ee It. George needs my care. My mother with her last words asked me to watch over htm, to be his helpful friend when all others deserted him. I will carry out my promise." The young man looked up eagerly. "Let me help you care for h.m, Margery." "No, Martin. He shall be my dis grace alone." Her head dropped, her gaze was turned from him. "And can nothing bo done?" "Nothing. I have had the best medi cal advice. It was of no avail. He will do nothing to help himself. Ho is utterly indifferent to his condition. If ho cannot get brandy, he reBorts to morphine. He has been given the bo called 'cures.' Tho Instant the next temptation assailed him he fell before ft. There is but one thing that prom ises any relief. If he could bo taken away from this perilous atmosphere, far away from, these wicked friends who are sapping his life and bis money, If he could be made to fight out the battle with himself alone and unaldedwhy, it would either cure or kill him. And that they tell me, Is the only hope." , Martin stared hard at the floor. I would be glad to help George 2 - I could," he said, "but he repels me. He appears to regard me as an enemy." He paused and then looked up. "I have told you, Margery, that on your decision an Important move in my ca reer depends. If you will marry me I will remain here In Somerton. If not, I will accept an offer I have to go to Egypt where a contracting engineer Is needed." He looked at her anxiously. "Is there any hope?" "No, Martin." "I will be gone at least two years." ' "Yes." , : "Will you wait, Margery?" "Do not ask me to make any prom ises, Martin. I cannot tell what may happen." He hesitated an instant. "You have sufHcIent income?" "Yes." He arose. "I must wire my acceptance of the offer tonight and start tomorrow." Before she could answer this the outside door was nolsly slammed and a heavy footfall was heard in the hall. The girl drew a little nearer to her guest A young man staggered through the doorway. He was very Blender and .very pale and very . drunk. "George!" said the girl in a pitiful cry. t "What's that?" he muttered thickly. "S that you, Martin Henley? What you doing here? Makin lore to my lister? She don't want no thin' to do with you. She's got her dear brother to look after. Good night, 1 Martin Henley, goo' night." , He lurched toward the sofa and fell upon it heavily. Martin Henley, his eyes avoiding those of the girl, passed into the hall. The girl followed him.' He turned quickly as they neared the outer door. WAYS END. of George Selby f ROSE J ', ', "You say the only hope for George Is a new scene and new surround ings?" "Yes," she whispered. "Come back here, Bister," the profli gate called. "I need you. Don't you hear me? I need you." And the maudlin voice trailed off In a dis cordant song. Martin Henley put out his hand. "Hcotlby, Martin." And he was gone. If he could have looked back into the hallway he would have seen the girl leaning against tho wall and sob bing as If her heart would break. Quite unconscious of this, however, he strode along, a new and strange Idea dulling the pain of the departure. The Idea still held possession of his mind when he entered the telegraph offlce and penned his dispatch accept ing the Egyptian offer. When tea time came the next day and George did not return, Margery Sal by felt little anxiety. He was an Idler nnd came and went as he chose. When the Bniall sums of money she allowed him were spent he usually wandered home. Ordinarily he had enough sense to seek his home before he was too stupefied to find it. When he did not return at 11 o'clock the girl began to worry a lit tle. Going to the front windows she peered out into the street. A boy was coming through the gateway. The lamplight shone on the brass badge on his cnp. Margery hurried to the door and trembling read the telegram that was handed her. This was the message it brought: "Have kidnapped George. Am try ing the only hope. Don't worry. Martin Henley. The telegraph fluttered from her hands. Then she stooped and picked It up. It came from New York. At 4 o'clock the next day Margery received another message. "Just boarding a Mediterranean steamer. Everything hopeful " Margery drew a long breath of re lief. Somehow these messages Inspir ed her with a dawning belief that George's regeneration might be brought about. But was It possible? Could anything short of a miracle reclaim this human wreck? She shuddered as she recalled the awful struggle when they had tried to keep the liquor from him. And yet somehow she felt a thrill of confidence In the clear beaded splendid fellow who had taken this burden on his broad shoulders. Ho was doing it for her sake. And he had done it after she had virtually re pulsed his love. The days wore away and it was al most a month later before Margery received the first letter. It was dated at Gibraltar. "We have been buffeted about by storms," Martin wrote, "and both of us have suffered somewhat In conse quence. It is too early yet to talk about results, but I have not lost hone in the success of the experiment. No doubt you are wondering how I con trived to kidnap George, but it wasn't very difficult. I lured him away at a time when he scarcely realized where he was going. And when ho awoke he was in New York. It was a harder matter to get hlra aboard the steamer, but I finally succeeded, I am sorry to say that he does not appreciate the efforts I have made in his behalf. In fact, he regards me as his bitterest en emy. ' Perhaps this, feeling will wear away. You may rest assured that It will make no difference in my feel ing toward him. And whether he likes my company or not he will have to en dure it. I will write again when we reach Alexandria. Have courage and believe that I am doing all that can be done." Margery cried over. this letter. It seemed to her as if she detected an undertone of hopelessness running through it. She could only faintly imagine the events of that long voy age. But she knew that Martin would persevere to the very utmost. The letter from Alexandria was a long time coming. She opened it with a feeling of dread. "George has oeen ill," Martin wrote; "so ill that I did not have the heart to write you until he was better. But he Is so much improved that in a few days I hope we can start up the Nile. There was one very gratifying fea ture of his illness all his old animos ity disappeared. He seemed to want me near him all the time, and when the horrors that ' beset him were at their worst he would cry out for me and beg me to protect him, and even the touch of my hand seemed to soothe him. I trust that the old feeling will not return after he fully recovers. II has Just called to me, 'Tell sitter,' be says, 'that I am In good hands.' I will write to you again before we en ter the desert." Then Margery waited for the letter from the desert and the time t.emed, oh, so long! At last It came. "More delays," Martin wrote, "but now our equipment Is ready and we enter tho desert tomorrow. I do not know when you will hear from us again. , We are going to be cut off from the usual means of communica tion. But I will do my best to re lieve your anxiety. I am writing this In a troop shed, the only quarters we could get. George is lying on a blanket-covered board within reach of my hand. I do not dare let him leave my sight. He Is very melancholy, and his antipathy to me has returned. I have cut down his allowance of brandy by one-half and I think he craves It less nnd less. I can only hope thut his lack of: appetite for stimulants does not mean a dangerous collapse. I am writing to you frankly, dear girl, just as I am sure you would have me write. We hnd a hard battle and tne outcome is not at all certain. Good by and heaven keep you." That was the last that Margery heard from Martin many months. A year wore away and still no mes sage came. And then Margery almost ceased to hope. She knew there had been an uprising of the savage tribes of the Soudan. The fanatic followers of a leader long supposed to be dead hnd swept away the outposts of the British advance and destroyed much of the work upon the new railway. It had required months to assemble a sufficiently large force to push thsse wild Invaders back, and then the ad vance, harassed by the foo and ham pered by fever, was very slow. And Margery shivered when she read all this. Where was that little railway post? Did It He in the red pathway of the galloping hordes? Was there any hope that it could have escaped? Later on came the tidings of a bat tle In which the British forces had routed the fanatics with great loss. But their own loss was heavy and the ndvnnce was slow. There were rum ors of white prisoners somewhere In the Interior, and as soon as re-enforcements arrived there would be a vigorous attempt to rescue the un fortunates. Later on the rescuing column was reported to Its advancelng. There were sharp skirmishes alon3 the line of mnrch and then another battle. And this time the fanatics were overwhelmed and their leader became a friendless fugitive. . Six weeks later Margery received a cablegram. "We aro coming home," It told her. And the namo under It was "George." Another long period of waiting fol lowed, but now Margery's anxiety was tempered with hope. Then came a clear and beautiful morning in June, and Margery was busy with her household duties when tho bell rang, and two men, one Btrong, robust, clear of eye, and rosy of cheek, the one gaunt, pale, hollow eyed, confronted her. Margery gave a little scream. This fine young fellow, whose hand firmly clasped hers, was Brother George, and the figure holding fast to his arm, a shadow of his former self, was Martin Honley. The tears sprang to Margery's eyes at this pitiful sight, and Bhe caught hold of Martin's wasted hand and drew him into the little sitting room and gave him the easiest chair. "There he Is," cried Goorge. "He took me away from home, and I've brought him back. Sister, Margery, it I talked for a month of Sundays, I couldn't begin to tell you what that man has done for me." "Don't, George," murmured Martin. "Look at me, Margery," cried George. "See what I have become! This Is a man. Oh, you needn't be afraid. My craving for the stuff has gone. It was burned out of me and starved out of me and beaten out of me! A thousand temptations could n't harm me now. And this man stood by me and nursed me back to life and saved me from the Arab swords, and dug me out of the Arab prison." He paused, his eyes were sudenly suffused. He caught up Mar tin's hand. "What horrors we have been through, brother!" he half sobbed. "A fine fellow, Margery," murmured Martin with a smiling nod at George. "He brought mo through the desert fever." "That was the ovnly chance he gave me," cried George. "He broke down at last and then it was my turn. I twice thought I'd lost him, but when I whispered 'Margery' in his ear he ral lied and fought on. Oh, but he's going to be all right now, sister. The one tonic In all the world that will make a man of him again is here, and its name is Margery." He turned abruptly and went out of the room. Then Margery went to Martin and stooped over him and put her rounded arm about his neck and pressed her rosy cheek to his wasted one. "Dear, dear Martin," she sobbed, "you will never leave me again!" Cleveland Plain Dealer. Best Books Cheapest. Seriously speaking books are so cheap nowadays that poverty is no ex cuse for ignorance. And, what is ex cellent, the best books are cheapest. 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Then add to this care the selection of always all wool material, the careful shrinking, the up-to-the-minute designing and you have Clothcraft tho clothing which exhibits real clothing knowledge, and which should lead you to be a Clothcraft believer. And CLOTHCRAFT wearers are not only well dressed, but they are not required to waste money. Thorough system and care have enabled the makers to keep their prices low. - THE NATIONAL GAME, fin Inn? nn thn Ttrnnklvnn Imvpn't A percentage of .023 hope is not ex tinct. Catcher Henry Pelts has come to terms with Louisville and has signed a contract. The Holyoke Club, of the Connec ticut League, has released outfielder Thomas Devine. Orlndorf, of Boston, Is the only catcher In the National League who bats left handed. Hugh Jennings says Amos Rusle and Al Maul pitched the widest curves of any boxmen he ever faced. Pitcher Ambrose Putlman, who has been holding out for salary Increase, bn signed a Louisville contract. It Is the opinion of a good many that the team that beats Jersey City out this year will win the pennant. "I'm more afraid of the Detroit team from the seventh to tho ninth Innings thnn anyteam in the league," says Lajole. Jack Chesbro signed a contract to pitch for the New York Americans, and joined the team at Cleveland in condition for work. "Nick Altrock Is one of the hardest pitchers in the world to beat, because he doesn't give base runners a chance to steal on him," Bays frank Selee. Cut In St. Louis they assert that Byrne, the third baseman of the Car dinals, is tho best youngster devel oped in the National League this sea son. Not satisfied with having a crack moist manipulator in Walsh, fielder Jones wants two. Frank Smith is now at work mastering the humid heave. Rapid Indeed has been the rise of Bob Unglaub. Two seasons ago he was a utility man with no regular place on the team, and now he Is cap tain-manager ol tne Boston Ameri cans NEWSY GLEANINGS. The English fear another Indian mutiny. King Edward's return has made London society very gay. Justice Davis ruled that Intoxica tion was no ground for legal separa tion. King Leopold's attempt to Induce France to support him in the Congo failed. Inquiry Into the Fertilizer Trust was begun at Montgomery by an Ala bama legislative committee. Central America's coming revolu tion aims at a confederation of States under Zelaya, now President of Nica ragua. The City of Cleveland, a steamboat nearly ready for delivery, was de stroyed by a mysterious fire at De troit, Mich. The American Bison Society has asked the New York Legislature for $20,000 to establish a herd of buffalo In the Adirondacks. Tho 300th anniversary of the land ing of the first English settlers at Jamestown was celebrated at the Jamestown Exposition. Senator Foraker kitked the har mony fat into the fire by issuing a statement refusing to be bound by the action of the Ohio conference. Charles S. Fairchild, ex-Secretary of the Treasury, was arraigned on the charge of forgery, pleaded "not guil ty" and was released on $10,000 bail. The whole of Southern Morocco, according to news received at Tan gier, is in revolt, and the brother of the Sultan has been proclaimed ruler. George Qulmby, of Belfast, Me., has promised, if legally subponaed, to testify in the Eddy equity suit and disclose the whole story of Mrs. Ed dy's instruction in mental healing by his father. Dr. Phineas Qulmby. ,The government is said to Be ex perimenting on the effects of certain foods in making men fat or lean. The agricultural experiment stations hav ing done so much good, K is desirable that human experiment stations should be established. Then no man would need to. deplore his excessive weight or the scant covering of his bones. 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