WHEN FALLS Wbea falls the curtain, he who plays the clown ! 'And he, the king, ere on common level ; The villain with the virtuous one arts down. : The anp-i smiles on him who played tho devil; The peafiant fraternizes with the peer; And village maids and courtly dames and queens Mingle together without fear or uneer They're only players all, behind the scene' liil THE PRIDE OF A "52 By MARY The sun beat down fierce and hot upon the Dakota prairies, and Im parted the temperature of a bake oven to the endless red road, where the shuffling hoofs of the cattle raised a smothering cloud of dust. Riding beside the "bunch," on a wiry little buckskin cow-pony, gal loped a girl of fifteen, in a short cloth skirt, high leather shoes, and a loose flannel blouse. Her Bhort, wavy brown hair blew loose and free beneath the shadow of a broad brimmed felt hat. She sang as she rode in and out along the wavering, snorting line, cracking her long whip and shouting, "Hi! Hoy! Whoop-la!" as she drove a straying steer or a wandering calf back into the ranks. Before the cattle, and upon the other side, rode a cowboy in his wide sombrero and leather "chaps," and behind the bunch a woman rode slowly, her tall, straight figure se verely outlined by a black dress, and her face shaded by a broad-leafed Mexican straw hat. It was past noon, sultry and still, and the cattle plodded quietly along the road with drooping heads. "Ride up a little, Billy," called the girl, in a high, clear voice, "and let's get out of this dust! They'll go quietly enough now, and mother is behind to drive." Touching her pony with the quirt, She galloped on to the head of the column, and fell in beside the cow boy, who, with one leg over the horn of his saddle and his hat on his knee, was pacing along before the herd, singing lustily. "Hot, isn't it, Billy?" "You bet it is! I'll be glad when we git to some shade; and," looking back at the animals that plodded wearily behind him, "them pore crit ters will, too. They ain't had no water sence yist'day, and I reckon them steers is plumb dry." "I reckon they are, poor things. It seems kind o' cruel to drive 'em on a day like this, but this bunch had to be got back to the ranch. It won't be long now before we get to the river. There's the bluffs over fonder." They both gazed ahead to where a high bluff loomed up before them, its red sides broken with outcropping rocks, and variegated with green patches of weeds and clumps of stunt ed timber. As they approached it, the level prairie road wound close in along the edge of the bluff, while the land at the other side of the road gradually dwindled away until there was only the width of a narrow wagon - road between the high walls that rose up above their heads and the steep bank that fell sharply away into the river twenty feet below. The shade thrown by tho high bank was grateful, after the ride along the broiling road, and the cattle threw op their heads and sniffed noisily, while the cow-ponies fell in side by aide, and tffa girl lifted her hat from her damp hair with a blissful sigh. "Isn't it cool and lovely here?" the murmured, gazing up at the steep bluff and out over the shining river. "I wish this trail went all the way home." The cowboy, who had been looking back over his shoulder uneasily, turned in his saddle, and said, bluntly: "Well, I dou't. Not by a jugful." "Why not? Don't you think this Is a pretty road?" "H'm-m, wal, It's pretty enough, I guess, but it ain't any good to drive a bunch of thirsty cattle over, I'll tell you that." Both riders turned in their saddles and looked back. "Oh, they're all right, Billy," said the girl, easily. "See, they're coming along as peaceably as can be." Behind them the cattle ambled along quietly, and through the still, ultry air the voice of the woman came to them in the soothing, croon ing, long-drawn "Yo-hee, yo-hee, yo-o-ho-hee!" which the cattle love. Billy Jerked his thumb over his shoulder. ."Yer mother knows what the dan ger is," hp said, quietly. "Harken at her? She's a-singlng to 'em back there for to keep 'em quiet an steady." ine gin turned ner neaa, ana a soft brightness shone in her wide, trank gray eyes. "Yes, she knows mother does," she said, softly. "She knows most everything. Poor mother!" The cowboy glanced at the Bitn browned face and wistful eyes, and nastily changed the Bubject. "You shore can ride some, Miss Jess," he said. Irrelevantly. "I seen you ylBt'day over to the round-up How come a leetle gal like you to know so much about ridiu' an' cattle an' sich like?" "Mother taught me," nnswered the girl, simply. ''When afters-father died there wasn't any man or boy about the ranch to do things for us and so mother and I had to do all the THE CURTAIN. When falls the curtain on the play of life This play designed to entertain the gods The parts assigned us in its mimic strife (Though now we think so) will not make much odds; Who plays on earth the king will be as mean As any thrall that wearied him with pruyei-s reason t ami peer and country girl and queen Behind the scenes will all be only players! Denis A. McCarthy. PRAIRIE GIRL K$ . MAULE. HSV.i? work ourselves. I learned to rldo then, so's to be mother's boy." The cowboy looked at her dumbly, while a gentle light dawned in his hard, keen eyes, and a slight flush crept up through the brown of his lean cheeks. "Well, mother's got a first-rate kind of a boy, all right," he said, presently; and then, as if fearing that he had already said too much on a tender subject, he burst into a loud roar of song, and caroled and yodeled as if trying to turn the girl's thoughts Into a more cheerful mood. Suddenly, in the midst of a rol licking cowboy ditty, the girl gave a startled cry and looked back. "Billy!" she screamed. "Billy! Hush! Look! Look! The cattle the cattle are coming!" With the song frozen on his Hps, the cowboy gave one swift backward glance, leaped square in his saddle, and wheeled his pony into the road beside the girl. "They've stampeded, by thunder!" he muttered between set teeth. "I was feared it might happen! The river the river ride, girl! RVle for all you're worth! We can't never turn 'em here! Our only chance is to get out of here! Ride!" With blanched face and widely dis tended eyes the girl gripped her bridle-rein and looked back. Down the narrow trail behind her thundered a wild, dark, packed mass of crowding bodies and madly tossing horns, as along the road between the bluff and the steep embankment the stampeded cattle, with lowered heads, blind nnd mad with thirst and fury, came plunging on. Digging her spurs into her pony, she waited for no second glance at the death which thundered so close behind her, but, followed by the cowboy, plied quirt and spur, as she galloped for life along the narrow trail "Ain't there a turn up here in the road somewhere?" shouted the cow boy, as with strained muscles they plunged on, urging tho terrified ponies to their utmost. "Ain't there somewheres we could turn out, so's to get a chanst to turn 'em or mill 'em? We can't hold out long thls-a- way! Hurry, Jess! Faster, faster, girl! Give him the gad! Can't you make that old pony go no faster? They're a-gainin' on us every min ute!" The girl, sitting straight and square in her saddle, with her lips set firm and white, and her quick keen gray eyes glancing now behind her, now In front along the curving,' narrow trail, shook her head. ' She had been over this road many times before, and knew there was no turn in the road, no widening of the trail for more than a mile ahead, and before they could reach that The thunder of hoofs came closer, the snorts and bellowings of tho maddened beasts were in her ears. With shuddering heart she glanced back. As far as she could see along the trail behind her came the black wave of tossing horns and lunging forms, coming every second nearer and nearer, bringing a death the hor rors of which this prairie girl knew all too well. Setting her teeth hard, she gath ered her reins firmly in her hand and bent to the neck of her pony. "We've got to do it, Buck!" she almost sobbed in his ear. "We've got to risk it, boy! It may be our last Jump, but there's nothing else for us to do!" Then, as the foremost of the cattle ro3e as a breaking wave behind her. she screamed, "Jump, Billy, jump! It'B our last chance!" And giving the buckskin a cut of the whip, she plunged over the embankment anfl sank like a stone beneath the rush ing, yellow waters of the river, At the same moment the leading steers, unablo In their mad wild rush to Bee or heed the turn in the road, plunged after her over the embank' ment, in a huddled, plunging, strug gling mass of hoof3 and horns. The cowboy, caught on the brink of the bluff by the wild rush of the cattle, had no choice but to leap into the river with them or be ground to atoms beneath their tramp ling hoofs The chances of life ware small, anyway, and with something like a prayer on his lips, he shouted to bis horse, and went over the embank ment into the river in the midst of a struggling heap of horns and hoofs and tumbling carcases. ine gin sirucK tne water a mo ment ahead of the avalanche of liv ing creatures from above, and came up gasping and panting, but in fair swimming water. With a cry she urged her pony on with whip and spur, and struck out into the middle of the channel in time to avoid being crushed to death or drowned by the frantic struggles of the cattle, Glancing continually behind her as the brave little buckskin breasted the i current, sne saw itiuy ananan s red bead bob up from beneath the waves, and breathed a thanksgiving as she saw his powerful horse strike out for clear water. As Billy came to the surface he looked about him, and then began to shout with all the power fright and water had left In his lungs. "Hi, there!" he yelled. "HI, where you goln', girl? Why don't you make for the shore? What you doln'? Air ye crazy? What ye " "I can't go and leave those cattle!" shouted Jess. "Do you think I'm going to save myself and let those cattle drown? O, Billy, help me, help me to save them! They they're all we've got, and m-mother mother has worked so hard to get them to gether. I I could never look her in the face again if I let them drown! She trusted them to me. I'll save them If I drown myself trying!" Regardless of lunging horns and plunging hoofs, she swam her little pony in among the struggling mass, and began to drive the cattle apart, shouting meanwhile the "Hi, hoy, whoop-la!" which was as familiar music to their terrified ears. With a look of mingled admiration and astonishment on his face, Billy Callahan gave a mighty answering shout, and putting his horse into the current, swam in among the cattle. He called to the girl to keep well out from the shore and away from the quicksands, and adding his familiar whistle and whoop, as he circled in and out among the bewildered ani mals, herded and drove them on one side while the girl "held the bunch" on the other. So they guided the swimming cattle down-stream with the current, until at last they were able to drive the now thoroughly meek and subdued creatures out of the water and back to the road. As the pontes came out of the river, with their riders safe but drip ping on their backs, the girl turned In her saddle and sent a joyous "Whoop-ee!" ringing over the prairies. "We're safe, mother!" she shout ed. "Safe and sound, and we never lost a steer!" And Billy Callahan, wiping his dripping face upon his dripping sleeve, echoed, with a grin, "Never lost a steer! She saved 'em all, she did, and there ain't another girl in all Dakota could have done it!" From Youth's Companion. PROFITS THROUGH ADVKHTISIXG It is the Cheapest Form of Salesman ship, Diners Are Told. Men who help to sell goods for those who make them sat down in the concert hall of Madison Square Garden at the first annual banquet of the New York Advertising League, and discussed their problems. Ger ald B. Wadsworth, the president, in the introductory remarks Bald that the work of the advertising agent was "not how can we catch suckers, but how can we give a square deal." W. S. Crowe talked on "The Fourth Party," meaning the pur chaser. The other three were the advertiser, the publisher and the ad vertising agent. Mr. Crowe said that the fourth party was the most im portant, because he fed the other three. He ridiculed tho idea that the advertising cost in disposing of goods to customers had to be added to the selling cost, thus making their price necessarily higher. Advertis ing was, in fact, he said, the cheap est form of salesmanship, which was the reason why mail order business had proved so profitable, and why a New York houso could sell goods cheaper to a man in Buffalo than to a man across the street. Advertising was tho world's industrial university. "On account of a few fake adver tisements advertising agents as a class have been blamed," said Mr. Crowe, "probably on the principle that the braying of one jackass can be heard above the neighing of a hundred horses. I don't so much ob ject to lying per Be as I do to the lack of style. What distresses me ia the utter stupidity of the ordinary sort of advertising lying." New York Evening Post. Canada Heats Us. The foreign trade of Canada, ob serves a writer in Harper's Weekly, has grown during the last ten years from $239,000,000 to $552,000,000, and is now two and a half times per head that of the great American Re public. The expansion of her home market is attested by the statistics of her economic prosperity. Last year her railroads, in which $1,2S9,- 000,000 are invested, carried .10,000, 000 passengers and 102,000,000 tons of freight and earned $108,000,000 The paid-up capital -of the banks in the Dominion is $S3,000,000, and the sum of their asso-ts is $767,000,- 000. In 1905 the revenue of the Do minion was $71,000,000 for 6,000, 000 people; in 1855 the revenue of the United States was but $05,000, 000 for 27,000,000 people. No bet ter proof could be afforded of the immensely greater purchasing powei of Canada to-day than was possessed by our republic half a century ago. In view of these facts, it is nut strange that Canada should face tne future with supreme confidence. It remains to add that the opening oi the short route to Europe by way ol Hudson Bay a route which will be open for five months in the year, and will shorten the distance between Liverpool and the Western shippers of grain by about 2000 miles is now definitely assured, no fewer than sii railways to Port Churchill, the best of the Hudson Bay harbors, having been already chartered. Any man who can get used tc drinking poor code? rn get used, tu being married. New York City. Thin, soft, crush able materials are the more fash ionable ones of the season and they bring with them a very natural de mand for waists and gowns that aro made full and soft. Here is one of the latest variations of the over salst that is charming after a dainty fashion and that is as well adapted to ail the many filmy Btuffs. In the il lustration it is made of crepe de Chine and is trimmed with bands of taffeta piped with velvet and em broidered after a simple fashion. All the marquisettes, voiles, foulard3 and the like make exceedingly at tractive waists of the sort, whllo it also will be found charming for tho genuine summer stuffs of cotton, linen and eilk and cotton miitures. It suits the odd waist and the gown equally well and consequently is adapted to a great many occasions. The waist is made with front and backs and is cut in one with the sleeves. Shaped trimming bands are arranged over the neck and sleeve edges, and there is a novel girdle that finishes it at the waist line. The quantity of material required for tho medium size is two and five eighth yards twenty-one, one and three-quarter yards, thirty-two or one and three-eighth yards forty four inches wide with one yard twenty-one inches wldo for the trim ming bands and girdle. Large Venise Stoics. A new soft and fluffy stole Is made of two large venise stoles, with little ruches all around. i The Locket's Return. The sentimental ylrl, rb.3 who is addicted to tying her letterB with blue ribbons and secreting locks of nalr in her top bureau drawers, will be glad to hear of the renaissance of the old-fashioned locket. This pen dant, in submission to the style of twenty years ago, is either heart shaped o' oval and generally has a small drp of gold attached, which makes it look like our grand mother's earrings. Best of all, It A Parisian Fnd. It is a Parisian fad among young women to wear on their blouses ol linen or bodices with chemisettes ol lace a ribbon of black moire, ol which the ends are ornamented with large rough pearls set in diamonds. Short Juniper Kimono. The Jumper kimono is one of the later developments of the all popu lar Idea and very charming, very graceful it Is as well as simple in the extreme. Indeed, it Involves so little labor in the making that even the busiest woman might have a num ber, while it falls In altogether graceful, becoming and satisfactory folds and lines. In the illustra tion dotted dimity is trimmed with an embroldei-ed banding. But not alone all the pretty lawns, batistes and the like are appropriate, the ki mono also could with propriety be made from Japanese silk, from cot ton crepe and from such light weight wools as cashmere and albatross, while for still colder days pretty light weight flannels are appropriate. trimming being almost anything in contrast that the individual may sug gest. The kimono is made in one piece, It is slipped on over the head, there being no opening whatsoever. Straps are attached under the arms that form the sleeve portions and serve to keep the kimono in place. The quantity of material required for the medium Bize is two and three eighth yards twenty-seven, two and one-eighth yards thirty-six or onj and one-half yart-3 forty-four lnchei "m tth five and one-half yard banding. is commodious enough to accommo date a cabinet photograph and a wig-makers' shop. Long Litre Cuffs. In Paris long lace cuffs are being used with short sleeves when a long glove is not desirable. The first choice in them is tho plain filet cuff of the same tone us the gown. Elas tics are run in tho tops so that they can be put on and taken off quickly. VLf. ( WWWIWWI VW I 3ft-S iu r n Sunlicht will cenetrate very clear water to the depth of 1500 feet. The Inferior Bohemian graphite. which is too Impure or compact for use lu pencils, Is ground fine and freed from sulphides and other heavy minerals. The refined material does not contain more than fifty or sixty per cent, of graphite nnd Is used in the manufacture of inferior crucibles and for stove polish. A plant has recently been com pleted In Mexico to recover silver from the material in the dumps from an old mine which has been operated since 1547. The available supply aggregates 2,000,000 tons and more than an equal quantity of stone fill ing, all of which has been demon strated capable of yielding a good profit. Engineer. The curious name of the anaes thetic "stovalne" is duo to its discov erer, M. Fourneau. M. Fourneau was anxious to perpetuate his own name in connection with it, but as the anaesthetic was of the nature of cocaine and no compound resembling that could be contrived out of "Four neau" he translated thd name into Its English equivalent of "stove" and added the necessary termination. The most frequent cause of col lapse among small water tanks, saya the Building News, is the corrosion of the hoops. These are flat wrought Iron bands one-eighth inch to one quarter inch thick which are seldom1 painted, so that they become subject to corrosion both from the outside and from the inside. Hoops should; be made without welds and thorough ly painted before and after erection. Engineer. Paper cuspidors are the latest sanitary novelties.- The paper of which they are made is quite stout and is coated with parafine. They are put in flat bundles at the factory that is, in what is termed "knock down." In this shape they take up but little room, and When they are desired for use it ia the work of but a minute to turn the thing into a box well adapted for the purpose for which it Is designed. After use it is consigned to tho lir-a. Do Indians travel on scalded tick ets? A carriage cleaner has to sponge for a living. When a man longs for money he Is generally short. Can a woman be a "silent" part ner in business? A pawnbroker died the other day, and now his wife is a "loan" widow, A hasty remark sometimes gets man in trouble, especially at auc tion. The postmaster on Pike's Peak has the highest office In the United States. A married couple who had eigh teen children called t'ue last one "Anonymous." Armour, tho pork packer, began life on a newspaper; he made all his money by the "pen." A man went to- Atlantic City last summer for a change and rest. The hotel got the change and the porters got the rest. A married man may not be able to find anything in his house when he starts to look for it, but he can al ways find fault. A young man got married the oth er day, and his mother-in-law paid his rent for ten years in advance. She wanted to show "pay rental" at- J fectlon. Farmer "My boy is a baseball pitcher; he has been defeated only I twice this season." 1 he played?" Farmer "To-morrow will be the third one." Selected by Louis Sitner. A Selfish Man. He regarded hi3 children as nul sauces. ' v He did all his eourting before marriage. Ho never talked over his affairs with his wife. He doled out money to his wife ac if to a beggar. He looked down on his wile a3 an inferior beiag. Ho never dreamed that there were two sides to marriage. He had one set of manners for home and another for society. Ho never dreamed that his wife needed praise and compliments. He never made concessions to his wife's Judgment, even in unimpor tant matters. He thought the marriaga vow had made htm his wife's master, instead of her partner. Ho thought he had a right to smoke and ehew tohncro and drink liquor and bo boorish and brutal to bis family ia l e :i;oj regardless of the effect o:i thrv.i. Surely such a man hp- Hs - -ratius to be fit to liva wUb .mu-.1v. v.ord and Work.
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