THE MARINER'S DREAM.
In ilumbers of midnight the satler-hoy Iny,
Illi hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind;
But, watch-worn anil weary, his cares flew away,
And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind.
He dreamed of his home, of his dear native bowers.
And pleasures that waited on life's merry morn:
While memory each scene gayly covered with flowers.
And restored every rose, but Becreted Its thorn.
Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide,
And bade the young dreamer In ecstasy rise:
Now far, far behind him tho green waters glide,
And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.
The Jessamine clambers, In flower, o'er the thatch.
And the swallow sings sweet from her nest In the wall.
All trembling with transport he raises the latch.
And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.
A father bends o'er him with looks of delight:
His cheek is bedewed with a mother's warm tear;
And the lips of the boy In a love-kiss unite
With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear.
Tfce heart of the sleeper beats high In his breast:
j'oy quickens his pulses, his hardships seem o er:
And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest;
"O Oodl thou bast blessed me; I ask for no more.'
Ah! whence Is that flame which now glares on his eye?
Ah! what Is that sound which now bursts on his carT
TIs the lightning's red gleam, painting hell on the sky!
'Tls the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere!
He springs from his hammock. he flies to the deck;
Amasement confronts him with lmnges dire;
Wild winds and mad waves drive the vesfel a-wreek,
The masts fly In splinters; the shrouds are on Are!
Like mountains the billows tremendously swell;
In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save;
Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell,
And the death-angel flaps his broad wings o'er the wave.
O sailor-hoy! woe to thy dream of dollpht!
In sarkness dissolves the gny frost-work of bliss;
Whera now Is the picture that Fnnry touched bright.
Thy parent's fond pressures and love's honeyed kiss?
O sailor-bov! sallor-boy! never again
Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay;
Unblessed and unhonored, down deep In the main,
Full many a fathom, thy frame shall decay.
No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee,
Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge:
But the white foam of waves shnl! thy winding-sheet be.
And winds In the midnight of winter thy dirge!
On a bed of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid; "
Around thy white bones the red enrol shall grow;
Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made,
And every part suit to thy mansion below.
Days, months, and ages shall circle away.
And still the vast waters nhove thee shall roll;
Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye.
O sailor-boy! eaiior-uoy! peace
THE FACE PAT PAID FOR
By ALBERT
It was no wonder that when Tat en
tered the room he threw tip his hands)
and fled In mortal fear. He expected
to see his" sick wife, but Instead he be
held, seated In the huge armihelr Be
' Bide the window, a form part human,
part monster. He turned and looked
gain. No, there was no mistake. He
aw plainly enough the enormous (ore
bead, the awful nose, the grinning
mouth, the hideous cheekbones. And
Pat was not crazy, nor was he Intoxi
cated. Rational as ho was, lie did not be
lieve his own semes. And, going back
once more, ha peered through the half
opened door at the strange figure In the
armchair. He was more startled now
to find that everything but the face
belonged to his wife. There was the
flowered waist she had worn when he
left In the morning; there was the
aame snowy kerchief about her neck;
there was the same skirt; and there.
Lv clasped upon Its somber folds, were
tea, those were his wiles nanas. ui
mis he was as certain as that two
lad two are four. Even the cloth
Jippers protruding from beneath the
rt belonged to his wife. But the
face oh, that awful face! Yes, his
Wife was sick, but no disease could dis
tort a human countenance Into the gro
tesque one that was most certainly his
Wife.
Pat went out on the doorstep and
pondered. Then he went and sat on
the bench bv the tmmn. From there
be moved to an old stump opposite the
window at which the strange being was
aeated. He tried to look In, but a tan
' tied growth of vines prevented this.
60 he advanced cautiously, and when
be reached the window he peeked
through Into the room. There It still
at, solemn, stolid, awful. Pat made
a basty retreat He sat down on the
doorstep again.
He began to wonder where Mary, his
daughter, bad gone. Why had she
left "It" that 'g what he now began to
4 term the figure In the armchair
lone? He had cautioned her before
be left, telling her to be Bure to re
main constantly at his wife's side. This
awful catastrophe would not have oc
curred had she heeded what he told
ber. Well, how could anything like
It happen, anyway? Pat ran his fingers
through his hair. How could his wife
get another face? How could? Pat
wore under his breath and went back
to the old stump again.
At length Mary came sauntering
down the road. She had a parcel or
two In her arms. These she placed up
on the step beside her father, and then
asked how her mother was feeling.
"Why didn' ye sthay to home?" Pat
asked. Then with true Irish abrupt
ness be added. "Yer mltber's lost her
bead. She's gone. Ye got"
But Mary listened no longer. Her
khrill voice rose In wild weeping at
bearing her father say she no longer
bad a mother, and she rushed up the
Stairs and Into the house.
. Pat sat on musing, and, of a sudden
fa awful shriek came from within the
' bouse. A moment later Mary, her face
White, her eyes staring, almost fell out
M the doorway into hts arms. She was
(ordering on hysterics.
"Did ye lver In your lolfe see slch
a lookln' mlther?" Pat asked.
"It ain't mother," Mary sobbed, "It
Jn'l mother. But It's her dress, and
and her hands. But her face! Oh,
It ain't mother. It can't be mother!"
"It's mlther all but the the fa-ace."
psi declared. "But how did she git
that fa-ace? Did ye lver see wan lolke
It? It's enough to scars the dlvil bini-
to thy soul!
William Dlmond.
J. KLINCK
Mary clung to her father. "I had to
go to the store,' she began by way of
explanation. "I went just as the doc
eamo la so mother wouldn't be alone
for long. I hurried as much as I could.
Oh, If 1 hadn't only gone, If I hadn't
only gone!" "Yis, yls," said Pat, "if
you'd 'a' sthayd at home, you could 'a'
seen how It happened a.nnyway, even
If ye couldn't 'a' stopped it. Mary, you
don't think No. 01 don't think mesilf
they could gra-aft anlther head on;
do ye? Shtill, they do wonderful things
these days. If the docthor did put It
on, whoy didn't he put on a dacent
one? 01 bet he put on the worBht one
In the lot. 01 won't pay fur It, Mary,
no, 01 won't pay fur It, not till I'm
satishfied. He's got to put on a better
lookln' fa'ace than that before he gits
anny money out ma, 01 tell ye. Did
ye lver see slch a for-ead? And slch a
nose! It's plashtered all over the fa
ace. The mouth Is laughin" all the
tolrae. 01 don't want a face lolke that
that's grinning all the tolme. He's
got to put on a dacent one, or he don't
git no pay."
Pat folded his arms and threw back
his head.
"He couldn't do It," Mary now said;
"no, he couldn't put on a different
face."
"Will, Is that yere mlther's fa-ace?"
Pat asked. "01 say. Is that yere
mlther's fa-ace7"
Mary had to acknowledge It was
not.
"And the rlst of It's your mlther,
ain't It?' he further questioned.
Mary had to acknowledge It was.
"Will, there you be," Pat said. "The
docthor said the poison olvy molght
git In her olyes and blolnd her, didn't
he? Will, 01 suppose it did. But Ol'd
ruther have hei blolnd than with such
a mug. In all me loife 01 nlver saw
a fa-ace lolke that He's got to ta-ake
it off, Mary, Ol tell ye. 01 won't
stand It"
Mary sat'dowa and held her head In
her hands.
"Honest, now, Mary," persisted Pat,
"did ye lver see slch a fa-ace?"
"It's awful, It's awful," she moaned.
The next moment they almost fell oft
the steps from fright Some one called
Mary. It was her mother's voice.
"D'you hear?" Pat whispered, "d'you
hear? She's callln', and with that
that fa'ace. But It's her voice. Ain't
It, Mary?"
They listened. Once, twice, three
times they heard It call Mary. There
was no mistaking that voice.
It was getting dark now. The trees
about the doorstep threw that region
into deeper gloom. As they sat there
Pat and Mary heard sounds from with
in. They crouched closer together.
Both were shaking from head to foot
And when they beheld, framed In the
doorway, the familiar figure bearing
that awful face, they slunk away In
mortal terror. When they reached
the bench by the pump they sunk
breathlessly down upon It
"01 say, Mary, Mary, where be ye?
Pat! Pat! come lolght the lamp. It
must be tolme fur me med'eine. Mary!
Mary! Mary!"
' The words came to them, striking a
chill to their hearts.
Finally Pat became emboldened.
"It's no-o use, Mary," he said, "01
got to go and folnd out about It But
Ol'H nlver be satisfied. Mlther's got
to have a dacent fa-ace, or no fa-ace
at all. 01 won't pay a rid clnt fur slch
a fur slch a"
The words died away as he moved
toward the open doorway, through
which there now fell the feeble rays of
the low-turned lamp. From distance
he could look In, and theie, seated at
the table, was the well-known figure,
the hideous countenance. The lamp
)!b& iade It look still more horri
ble. While Pat was gazing Mary crept up
to htm, and together they continued to
look in silence.
"Let's go In," suggested Pat
Mary shook her head.
"Come on," said Pat, "I'll lade the
way and face the face of her."
So they went In, like two culprits,
stealthily.
"Where wuz ye?" Mary's mother
asked. "An" why didn't ye come whin
01 called?"
Neither answered. While they stood
trembling Mrs. Muldoon slowly raised
her hands and removed the cause of all
their fear, laying It upon tbe table be
side her.
"Oh, oh," gasped Pot, "praise be to
God! It's a falst fa-ace!"
Mary heaved a sigh of relief at sight
of the familiar cotton-batttas with
which her mother's face had been cov
ered for the past week.
"Was you fur foolln us, mother?' she
asked.
"'Twas a good Jo-oke," Pat said,
and began to laugh boisterously.
" 'Twas no jo-oke at all," said his
wife sternly. "Ol'H have ye under
stand 01 don't feel lolke jo-okln." "
When Pat heard this he ceased
laughing. The statement that It was
no Joke aroused In him a new fear.
Perhaps, after all, the face was not
false, perhaps
Pat's wife arrested his further
thoughts by clapping the face Into place
again.
"Trow that thing out!" he now ex
claimed. "Ol won't be havln" It scarln'
the lolfe out o' me. T'row It out, 01
say! D'you think ye look nolce with
it on? Ye look worse than the dlvll.
What ye wearln' It fur?"
"What'ra 01 wearln' It fur?" repeated
Mrs. Muldoon. "What do ye suppose
Ol'm wearln' It fur? It's to hold the
cotton-battin' an' the salve on me
fa-ace. That's what Ol'm wearing It
fur. They have reg'lar masks fur that,
the docthor troled to git wan, but
couldn't, so he got this here falst face.
It answers the purpose julsht as well."
"Ol'm willin' to pay fur that face,"
said Pat chuckling. From The Home
Magazine.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
A battleship canal across Scotland,
29 miles long, 30 feet deep and 120
feet wide at the bottom Is one of the
possibilities.
An English woman writes to the
Woman at Home that she always uses
an alarm clock In her kitchen' to save
her from overbaklng what she may
happen to have In the oven.
A Frenchman In France, If he Is
under 25 years of age, whose parents
are dead and whose grandparents are
living, cannot marry without the
written consent of both or either of
them.
The Euche Indians, 500 In number,
who live In a remote part of the Creek
Nation, cling to their own language
and marry principally among their
own tribe, after having been con
quered and absorbed by the Creek In
dians more than 200 years ago.
There are more women than men
in Hampshire, New Jersey, New York,
Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Mary
land, Virginia, North Carolina, South
Carolina and Georgia. . The largest
proportion Is In Massachusetts, close
ly' run by the District of Columbia.
The acoustic properties of the court
rooms in London's new Criminal
courts building are so bad, It is said,
that the other day a prisoner who had
been sentenced to six months thought
he had been sentenced to 12. He
said to a warden, "One of the beaks
gave me Blx months more." Also, be
sides echoes, "reverberations" are
complained of.
A cat, which has adopted the plant
of the Sandusky (Ohio) Foundry and
Machine company as her home, under
took to Jump through the flywheel on
the engine. The cat got caught In
the spokes, was whirled around 400
or 500 times and then through a win
dow. With eight lives still to her
credit, she hoisted her tall and
started on a swift run to f)nd another
home.
Canada and Alaska.
The conditions for the acquirement
of a homestead In Canada are far
easier than In Alaska. In Canada
it Is possible for a man and three
sons, the youngest of whom Is 17
years of age, each to take up a quar
ter section at trifling expense, build
a house for all on one quarter sec
tion, do the required six months' Im
provement work on .each for three
years, and at the end of that time ob
tain crown grants for all four quarter
sections. In Alaska, while conditions
are very liberal, a man taking up a
homestead of 320 acres must do Im
provement work for five years before
obtaining title, though he Is privi
leged at the end of the first year to
have 160 acres surveyed at his own
expense, and by paying $1.25 an acre
obtain full right to it Boston Alask
an. The Apparent Reason.
"Wyndley doesn't play the cornet
any more, does he?"
. "No, he thought he'd better give It
up." '
"Bad for the lungs, eh?"
"It wasn't that One of the neigh
bors shot two keys off the Instrument
while he was playing it." Cleveland
Plain Deft! r.
Now York City. Seldom has any
fashion been so enthusiastically re
ceived as has this one of the over
blouse, and there are excellent rea
sons for snch being the fact. It Is
generally becoming, It Is very charm
ing In effect, yet It Is simple withal
and Involves so little labor In the
making that the veriest amateur need
not hesitate to undertake It. Here
Is one of the very latest developments
that is chic in the extreme and that
can be worn over a lace, net or lin
gerie gulmpe as may be liked and
which also is adapted both to the
gown and to tbe separate waist In
the illustration it Is made of old apri
cot crepe messallne with trimming
of velvet banding, and Is worn with
Bkirt to match,' but it Is adapted to
every material that is soft enough
to be shirred successfully, and this
season that means a whole host of
lovely and attractive things. In ad
dition to the beautiful silks, the
voiles and the marquisettes there are
the still simpler silk and cotton fab
rics that make such fascinating din
ner and evening gowns for summer
wear and all of which would be
charming treated after this manner.
The finish can be any banding that
suits the material either one of tbe
ready made ones or something cut
from the same or contrasting fabric,
or again it could be of plain silk
braided or embroidered.
The over blouse Is made In two
portions and the girdle. Each por
tion of the blouse is shirred at tho
shoulders, where stays hold the shir
rings In place, and again at the waist
Hair Worn Lower.
Changes are being made In hair
dressing modes which have to be
taken Into consideration. The hair is
still massed full about the forehead
and ears, but much lees on tbe top of
the head, and it Is beginning to be
worn low in the nape of the neck.
New Motor Veils.
The new motor veils, huge squares
of chiffon with hemstitched sides,
are to be had in all the new shades.
line, while the contro front and cen
tre back pieces are crossed and at
tached to position over the girdle.
The girdle Is a simple full one.draped
over a fitted foundation, and the
blouse can be arranged to close at
either front or back.
The quantity of material required
for the medium size Is two and one
fourth yards twenty-one, two yards
thirty-two or one and one-eighth
yards forty-four Inches wide, with
five and one-half yards of banding.
Fitted Lining.
The plain fitted basque or lining
makes the foundation tor so many
blouses and waists that Its uses are
almost numberless. Here Is one that
can be utilized In an infinite variety
of ways and that Is cut to give the
latest and most fashionable lines to
the figure. When such a lining or
basque Is fitted exactly to the figure
It becomes an easy matter to cut, fit
and arrange almost any sort of over
blouse or drapery upon this founda
tion and wIbb women, bearing this
fact In mind, are careful that a per
fectly fitting one shall always be at
hand. In the Illustration the basque
Is made with high neck and long
sleeves and is closed at the front, but
It can be made to close at the back,
It can be cut out to form a low, round
or square neck or the halt low or
square neck, It can be cut longer or
shorter over the hips and allows" of
the three lengths of sleeves, so that
really every possible contingency Is
provided for. All lining materials
can be utilized for the foundation,
although a firm one Is always to b
desired.
The basque is made with front
and side-fronts, backs and side-backs
and under-arm gores. . There is a
stock collar that completes the neck,
and the sleeves are made in two por
tions each.
The quantity of material required
for the medium size is three and one
ttp.lt yards twenty-one or two and one
eighth yards thirty-six inches wide.
Velvet For Boleros.
' Tbe present styles adapt them
selves beautifully to remodeling
velvet boleros, sleeve puffs and skirt
trimming bands, the authorized orna
mentation for entirely new gowm
filling the exact needs of the old
garment la orCer to bring it up U
the mode.
AFTER SHE BOWED.
Why. yes. good reasons 1 can bring,
I think, that she's a horrid thing.
I know quite well we won't agree, :"
But she's as mean as she can be. J
I'll hold my tongue If you prefer.
But still 1 have no use for her.
That girl But I'll not say a word,
I'm prejudiced? Now, that's absurd,
A treacherous, tame pusy cat!
what can men see In girls like that?
I don't ahfise her no. Indeed;
There really Isn't any need.
There's nothing that I need to say
The creature gives herself away.
She can't deceive a woman's eyes;
They penetrate through her disguise.
But men don't show much evidence
That they possess a lick of sense.
I don't believe she'll turn her head.
But If she does I'll cut her dead.
I'll not discuss her not worth while.
I limply say she's not my style.
Bhe bowed! . look there! I think, don't '
you,
She's stylish! And so lovely, too!
Chicago Dally News.
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feWKM,
THE WoFfLD-
"He seems to enjoy the little things
of life." "Yes, he has seven small chil
dren and a runabout." Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Deacon WIgg Now, that was a fin
ished discourse. Farmer Wegg Yes;
but do you know, I though It never
would be. Judge.
Mrs. Blank How do you get along
with your new cook? Mrs. Frank
Finely. Fortunately enough, her card
club and mine meet on alternate Wed- .
nesdays. Life.
Editor Threatening to sue us for
libel? Good heavens! What for? Man
agerThrough some mistake we de
scribed her as being In evening dress
at a five o'clock tea. Harper's Bazar.
Editor I wish I knew what our
lady readers want Assistant Why
don't you send out a circular letter
and ask them. Editor Great heav
ens, man, do you suppose they know?
Puck.
"Why does Woggsley look so blue?"
"His rich aunt died." "Thought a good
deal of her, did he?" "That doesn't
account for his blues." "What then?"
"She didn't think of him at all."
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Church What's that piece of cord
tied around your finger for? Gotham
My wife put it there to remind me
to mail her letter. "And did you mall
It?" "No; she forgot to give it to
me!" Yonkers Statesman.
"Has your daughter made her so
ciety debut yet, Mrs. Comeup?" "No,
she hasn't, and sho don't have to,
neither. We can get all our society
fixens from them Paris dressmakers
new." Baltimore American.
Mr. McDooley Faith, an' it do be a
question Oi have yer fez, me darlin'.
Miss Clancey Pfwat is it, Pat. Mr.
McDooley Whin it comes tolme fer
the funeral how would yez lolke t' be
th Wldder McDooley? Chicago Dally
News.
Bishop (who has "looked In" at ru
ral Sunday school) "Now, children,
can any of you tell what is meant by
the visitation of tho bishop?" Little
Girl (after a long pause) Please, sir,
an affliction sent from heaven!
Punch.
Mrs. Caterby (Just moved to the
suburbs) Don't you think the people
here are awfully slow? Caterby I'm.
too busy to notice. Mrs. Caterby
Why, really, my dear, it's hardly
worth while living beyond our income
to associate with them. Judge.
Vicar I am so glad your dear
daughter is better. I was greatly
pleased to see her In, church this
corning, and shortened the service
on purpose for her." Mother of dear
daughter Thank you, vicar. I shall
hope to bring her every Sunday now
Punch.
"Senator, how are the people stand
ing "by you In your campaign?" "Firs
rate, replied Senator Badger, as be
took a chew of flnecut "I've sold my
crops two years ahead, mortgaged my
home, and made a loan of $10,000. 1
guess that ought to keep them by me,
hadn't It?" Milwaukee Sentinel.
"Are yon sure your motives are not
mercenary rather than patriotic?
"My friend," answered Senator Sorgh
um, "If I have not been neglectful of
this world's goods. It was merely be
cause I wanted to check some fo the
Idle gossip about my beloved country
being ungrateful to those who have
served It" Washington Star.
"My dear, will, It bother you If 1
ask a question about our club book
keeping? You know I'm treasurer."
"No; delighted, I'm sure." "Well, we
gave a charity euchre for the benefit
of the Old Ladles' Home. It cost our
club $300, and we only took in $250.
Now I figure tt out that the old ladies
owe us $50. Am I right?" Life.
Good Guesses.
One man in 20S Is over six feet -One
In 100 women c&rries life In
surance. One man succeeds fct 'Justness to
eight who go bankrupt.
There is one sudden death among
women to eight among men.
One cold is taken out of doors where I
nine are taken Indoors.
One In each 1000 couples lives to eel- '
ebrate the golden wedding. Philadel
phia bulletin
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