- MASSIE'S I've Just been wondering, Bill, If you re member Massie's Crick Or "creek" they call It nowaday with sumach growing thick Along tlio bunks, and willows that bent down to make a shado Above the dreaming shnllowa where us boys one time would wade. Semomhcr how it used to loaf sedately through the town And out into the pasture lands, and then would hurry down Between the cliffs and sung and sang a song to you nnd me .That told ua of the outer world, tho rivers and the sea. I've Just been wondering. Bill, that's all, If you still hear It sing, If you can shut your eyes and see the spiny tlmt It would tllng Above the rocks until It sparkled on the hanging ferns That nodded from the mossy cliffs In hid den nooks and turns. I At the Turning: of the LoDg Lane, i ' ' J ; By ROSALIKE MASSON." -tt.t..4....4,i.4.4,4,4. Miss Janet Galbrlath tocke ter best Mack kid gloves out of her corner drawer, and gave the strings of her Bnmlay bonnet a final adjustment be fore Bhe turned away from the mirror. It was the self-same mliror in a olid mahogany frame with a Htt'c drawer in the stand, that had reflect ed Miss Janet Galbralih'8 face for ver thirty years; but the mirror's task uiust have been as grateful now ms ever, for the face under the Sunday bonnet was undeniably comely and winsome, with the pink of rose eptals td the cheeks, and an attractive crinkle in the soft hair that was turning to hat beautiful creamy white that re compenses many a Scots woman In fcer oil a?e for the red tinge endured in lur youth. But it was Miss Janet iCallnp.ilh's eyes that made her lovable eyes blue and apologetically gentle, .with, in them and in the soft wrinkles round them, a wistful hint of sad ness. It was not Sunday and yet Miss Jan ist donned her Sunday bonnet and took ut her best black kid gloves this May (morning, and sallied forth with a face f dignified intention. She was to-day going to carry out a great resolve, to put into execution a long and prayer fully considered purpose; she was go ing to select the spot of ground which he Intended to purchase in the new sjraveyard, in order that she might feel that her bones would be decently laid there when her time came. Her father (who had so long been the chief doctor In the small town and everybody's friend in time of trouble, and her mother, whom she could not remember lad the half-dozen little brothers and aisters, who had died In Infancy be fore her birth, as well as several un cles and aunts end cousins, were all laid beneath one upright slab in tho wall of the older burylng-ground; but, las! an uncle-in-law who had died ten years previously, had left it in his will that he desired to be buried beside ais wife, and this, as Miss Janet pa thetically remarked to the minister, "Hilled up the lair," and left, no room for her. But she had not gone against, the dead man's wish and sho was too gentle to be assertive. Miss Galbraith visited the grave very Sunday at the conclusion of ser vice. This was a decorous habit, Cl io wing Miss Oalbraith's little servant time to run home and rapidly dish the potatoes, and also allowing tlms for the congregation to disperse. When Bliss Janet bad read, line by line, the feames and ages of her forbears and kindred down Jo the inconsiderate un-Me-ln-law in the last line "'Thomas jWyllle, relict of the above Susan Gal Vralth" then she was sure the last loiterers would have gone, and that be could feel secure from garrulous acquaintance. For Miss Janet was liopelessly shy and diffident, and her dignity of carriage and reserve of speech were as much the outcome of ahyness as they were the result of the (wide natural in the last survivor of highly respectable and professional family. "Ay, she keeps herself to her-, elf," they said about her In the small snarket-town that had known her for ver half a century. "She has aye kept hersel' to hersel,' and been that Kspectable I doot if she has ever had M offer o' marriage," it was . once added. - But the speaker was mistaken. The anniversaries that are marked in the calendar are not the only one's in a (woman's reckonng. There was a cer tain day in June it was, when the sun hone and the birds sang year efter year in unconscious cruelty when Was Janet always, unostentatiously iwore black; and in the afternoon, rwhen the duties of the day were aver, she would go upstairs to her ws room and after carefully draw ing -down the blinds, whether to keep ut the sunshine or to prevent the birds from looking in was uncertain, would unlock en old desk and take kence three letters tied together, and a photograph, and' two or three appar ently meaningless trifles. When ' Miss Galbraith came downstairs again quite two' hours later, the sad look in her klue eyes was intensified, and ner tjentle mouth was somewhat tremu lous. But, indeed, there wee no one to notice. ' When Miss Galbraith walked Into fhs graveyard on that May morning ft was with an added sense of import ance that she made her way, not to the moss-grown monuments she knew so well, under the dark yew-trees be low the church, but up towards the newer part that lay east Here red granite and new black lettering bounded; and as In moat Scottish churchyards, very few of the grave stones were in the form of crosses, liss Janet went towards a green cor- CREEK. Remember how we used to throw our bare selves down, and lie A-looklng through the checker work of gcod green leaves and sky, And count tho cloud ships sailing through tho sea of limpid blue Ah, then we did not know how much that meant for me and youl Tho sunshine shuttled through the leaves and Jewelled all the stream, As laughter sometimes bubbles through the mases of a dream, And we knew not that roundabout the big world waited then To rob us of our boyish ways when we should grow to men. I've Just been wondering. Bill, If you can hear old Maggie's Crick Call softly through the summer days and does y.iur heart beat quick In answer? l"oea your mind leap back into the long ugo And laugh nnd ping and dream again the days we used to know?. Chicago Post. , ner, across which the afternoon sun struck. Her head was bent and she was thinking perhaps of a grave far away under the palm trees on the Pa cific coats, where the hot sand had lain for was it thirty years? Or perhaps she was thinking of that presumptu ous uncle-in-law who had ousted her from her rightful place In the old cor ner, and forced her to rest at last, as she had lived, alone. Suddenly she raised her head, and as she did bo, she paused, and drew herself up with a quick, shy movement, and a shade of annoyance passed over her gentle face. There was a man, a stranger, standing beside her "lair." The man had his back turned towards her, and, If one Judged by his bent head, was thinking also. Miss Galbraith pres ently found courage to draw near and take up her position on the little piece of mossy turf she had selected to be her final resting-place. She measured the plot with her eye. It would be cos ier next to the wall, but that would not get the warm sunshine, and she loved warmth. She would feel easier in her mind when this purchase was settled, and she knew where she would be put when her time came. She had left all directions for the funeral, nnd everything would be decent and in or der. There would be no chief mourn er. She was the last of her race. Her annuity would die with her so would her race. She was so lost in these thoughts that she quite forgot the vi cinity of the stranger, and failed to observe that he had become aware of her presence, and was now quietly re garding her. He was a tallish man, older than one would have judged from his broad shoulders and upright carriage. His hair was gray and griz zled, and his gray moustache hid his mouth and showed only his firm chin. Under his rather shaggy gray eye brows his eyes were alert and keen and kindly. Yes, her annuity would die with her and so would her race. They had been much respected folk, the Galbraiths; but she had done them no discredit. She had lived quietly in the little stone house with the front garden, had been peaceable with her neighbors and helpful as far as her means and her abilities allowed her, had been a dutiful church member, and had train ed her maid-servants and given them teas-Bets when they left her to be married, and had done up her hair neatly morning after morning in front of the mahogany mirror with the drawer in it. Well, one day, it would be over, and they would lay her here, where the afternoon sun struck the Trass. They would carve her age on 'he tombstone. There would be no ihief mourner; but beside her in the gmve, if her written instructions were carried out, a little sealed packet Miss Janet suddenly became aware that her tears were tickling her face, -and worse still, were falling on her best bonnet-strings. She drew out a folded - cambric handkerchief and shook it open, and in dong so nervous ly remembered the man a few paces away, and glanced in his direction. But at the hint of the handkerchief the man had turned quickly on his heel, and Miss Galbraith's agitated look found him apparently absorbed In contemplation of a budding ash tree. She raised her veil and dried her eyes, and furtively regarded the stran ger. What could have brought him to the graveyard of the Parish Church? It was not any past association, for that would have taken him to the old er graves down among the yews. Could it be a future interest? Could he, also, like herself, be selecting a "lair?" There was room for but two in this corner; was he then choosing the one next ber own? Miss Galbraith kept her eyes on the ground, and be gan to walk slowly to the path that led to the gate; but In doing so she had to pass the stranger. "Are we to pick up our last moor ings alongside, in this little haven?" asked a quiet voice, and she looked np to find him standing in front of her, his hat in his hand. A sudden pink tinged Miss Jane's pale cheeks, where the marks of tears still showed. She bowed gravely. "It would seem so," shs" answered, in her soft, low, Scottish voice. They stood in silence, side by side for a moment or two, eh with shyly, averted face. He still kept his hat in bis hand, and Miss Galbraith, to whom these courtesies were unfamiliar, was gratified. - "It h a pleasant spot," the man said, presently. . "And rery peaceful," the woman re plied demurely. He glanced at her kindly. "That is what I was seeking, ma'am," he told her, "but you " he paused, "look the embodiment of peace In yourself," was how he ended the sentence in his own mind. Miss Galbmith made no answer. She thought the conversation ought to cease it was very irregular. But it seemed ungracious to walk away; and then what had he said? sonethin? about last moorings and a haven. It really seemed like an introduction sanctioned by the Church by the bur ial service. "I have coir.e heme from a wander ing, sea-faring life purposely to lay my bones in old Scotland, b:slde my parents; but " he glanced westward towards the yew. "Is the lair hill?" she Inquired with sudden Interest. "That Is Just.how it Is with me!" And after that it seemed very natur al that they should saunter west to gether to the older graves among the yews. Thus It came about that she learned, from one tombstone, that his name was Jamleson and that his father had been a farmer, aud he learned from another tombstone that her name was Galbraith, and that her father had been the doctor of the little town. "Doubtless they would have been ac quainted, living so near one another," she hazarded. "And some day we are to have homes next to one another," he re minded her. After this it became a tacitly ac cepted custom that he should accom pany Miss Galbraith after service on Sundays to visit the tombs of her forbears and of his, and then that they should leave the shadows of the yews and linger on the green patch of open ground where they had first met And so May passed into June, and June brought the anniversary with It, and it foil on a Sunday; and Miss Gal braith, clad in unostentatious black, walked slowly beside the stranger who was a stranger no longer, and the thought of the old desk and-the coming rite of the afternoon kept her cold and silent. They stood beside her parents' grave, and he laid his hand on It. It was a broad, bronzed hand, and on the little finger was a thin. Worn old wedding-ring. Her eyes rested on it; she had not seen hm wear it before. He followed the direction of her glance, and took the ring off, and held It thoughtfully. "I don't know what made me put it on to-day," he said. She made no reply; but she shiver ed a little, as if with cold. "It was my mother's," he said. "I was not a good son to her I was a wild, heedless lad, and I ran off to sea, and never wrote." He looked from the name on the greivestone to the ring that lay in tho palm of his hand. "I should like to make a good wom an happy before I die," he said. MIbs Galbraith turned silently to lead the way as usual to the newer part of the churchyard; but he put out his hand and detained her, "Won't you have It?" he asked, nnd held out his hand, in the palm of which lay the ring. "Ever since I saw you standing there, all alone, crying, with your sweet face " "Oh, whisht!" she interrupted. A sudden pain leaped Into his eyes. ,7boes that mean" he cried, hoarsely, and his fingers closed tightly over the ring. "You are surely forgetting what day this is," Bhe said; "this is the Sab bath!" " He laughed outright, In a sudden re vulsion of gladness. "Have I broken the Sabbath?" he cried. "Rivet it, then, by accepting me." That afternoon Miss Janet Galbraith pulled down the blinds and unlocked the old desk, with Its contents lying on her lap. She did not read the let ters, but suddenly she laid her cheek against the photograph. "Oh, laddie it's not that I forget you!" Bhe said, "but see how young you are by me you'd maybe expect me to be the lassie you left and oh, lad die, I've been so lonely!" Scottish Review, The Lady and the Anecdote. Quonah Parker, the millionaire ohlef of the Comanches, was discussing in Guthrie a new Indian bill. 'The bill is no good," said the chief. "It would not have any effect It re minds me of a young French lady in Washington. "I was dining in Washington at an Ambassador's house, and this youtvg lady was the only female guest. An Italian Duke wanted to tell an anec dote, but he hesitated. " 'My story,' he said, 'is a very good one, but it is rather low in the neck, and before the young lady "But she laughed and interrupted him. " 'Oh, don't mind me!' she said. 'I'll shut my eyes. Go on." Philadelphia Bulletin. Lightning Dries Up 8pring. During a severe storm on Friday in the lower part of this county near East Prospect, the lightning struck a large chestnut tree on the farm of George Anstine. The shock burst the tree asunder, and then the elec tricity disappeared into a spring at the base of the tree. The old spring seemed never fall ing and had quenched the thirst of the people on the farm for more than 100 years. When the lightning struck It the course of the water was entirely changed and the spring had disappeared as though it never ex isted. York Dispatch to the Philadel phia Press. Sir Walter Bcctt's poems are Lord Rosebery's favorite reading. He of ten sleeps with them under his pil low, so that they may be handy for waking moments. ENSURES SUCCESS. . Advantage of Getting on the Right Track. By MADISON C. PETERS. James Russell Lowell tells us that "every man is born with his business or profession In hni," while Sydney Smith long ago said: "Be what na ture intended you for and you will Bucceed, but be anything else nnd you will be a thousand times worse than nothing." There can be no greater mistake than to bend your design where your genius does not incline. Emerson wisely says that "the crown ing fortune ut a man is to be born with a bias to some pursuit which finds him in employment and happi ness," while Shakespeare asserts: "To business that we love, we rise betimes, And go to It with delight" No man can struggle victoriously against his own character, and one of the first lessons of life Is to learn what groove we are intended to fill. Evidences of one's right calling will manifest themselves early In life. Han del, the famous composer, whose father was a physician, was Intended for the profession of law, and the father did all he could to discourage the boy's fondness for music, but he got an old Spinet and practiced on it secretly in a hayloft; he produced an opera be fore he was fifteen. Beethoven com posed nt thirteen, while Mozart gave concerts at slxi Victor Hugo presented a poem to the Academy nt fifteen, Goethe wrote nt ten, Pope at fourteen, at sixteen Bacon had successfully pointed out the errors in Aristotle's philosophy, while Pascal at the same age wrote a treatise on the Conic Sections. Bach used to copy whole books of music by moonlight when he was denied a can dle. Napoleon was at the head of armies at ten years of age. At (his time, when a student at Brienne, writ ing to his mother, he said: "With Homer in my pocket and my sword at my side, I hope to fight my way through the world." Murillo, the famous Spanish artist, filled the margins of his school books with drawings. Michelangelo, whose parents punished him for covering the walls with sketches, declaring he was no son of theirs should he become an artist, spent whole nights copying drawings by moonlight, which he dared not bring home. Galileo, who discovered the princi ple of the pendulum at eighteen and Invented both the microscope and the telescope, was set apart by his parents for a physician, but when compelled to Btudy physiology, he would hide . his Euclid and secretly work out difficult problems. Lorraine, the painter, was apprenticed by his parents to a pastry cook. Arkwrlght's parents appren ticed him to a barber. It is a serious miBtake for parents to wish their song to be reproductions of themselves. John Jacob Astor's father wanted to make a butcher of his boy, but the commercial instinct was strong enough in him to make him run away from borne and come to America. Fathers, don't try to make that boy another you one of you will do. The father of Daniel Webster deter mined that Daniel should become a farmer; he took the boy out Into the field and showed him how to cut hay, but no matter how the father fixed the scythe, Ft didn't hang to suit Daniel; until the old man In despair and dis gust exclaimed: "Get out of the field and hang that scythe to suit yourself." Daniel hung the scythe on a tree and said: "Father, there, it hangs to suit me.'.' Many of the world's most successful men have failed in one or more pur suits before they finally got upon the right track. Barnum failed in four teen different occupations before he discovered he was a born showman. Goldsmith failed as a physician; but who else could have written "The De serted Village?" Cromwell was a farmer at forty and Grant a tanner at thirty-eight Moody, an indifferent shoe salesman, became after middle life the world's greatest evangelist. No man will ever do his best until be fills his proper niche. One of the most mischievous notions that ever have ob tained lodgement in the popular mind is the belief that a man to be respect ed must be a doctor, lawyer or a preacher an idea which has spoiled many good carpenters, done Injustice to the anvil and committed fraud upon the potato patch. I would rather my boy became a shoemaker and put gen ius in his shoe3 than become a preach er, preaching sermons that nobody wanted" to hear. Many an ambitious parent forces a boy to become a doc tor or a lawyer when measuring tape and calico would have been the fittest thing for him to do, while on the con trary we find men selling dry goods whose adroitness at parry, and whose fertility of resources in .every exigency show that nature designed them for the pulpit or the bar. There are thousands of men in the learned professions defeated and dis pirited who might have been success ful farmers and look' upon the farmer's life with envy and chagrin, while thousands more who have been pitch forked through a course of Latin and Greek, with college honors thick upon their heads, are reduced to necessities which degrade them in their own esti mation and are humiliated by the wretched compensation which accom panies the average professional career. AH callings in life are alike honorable if they are useful. There is a world of truth in Pope's familiar lines: "Honor and shame from no condition rise Act well your part, there all the hon or lies." The world does not demand that you shall be a famous lawyer, a skilled physician, an eloquent divine, or a merchant prince, but that with a no ble purpose, a high endeavor, and a useful end in view you shall make yourself a master In your line. If you are only a bootblack, be the best boot black in town. A lawyer sought to hu miliate his rival In public by Baying, "You blacked my father's boots once." "And I did it well," retorted the suc cessful opponent. You may know that you have found your place If your work Is a pleasure to you; If you long for the time to quit you are on the wrong Job; if you go to your work with no more delight than you left it the Job belongs to some oth er man. When you have found your true calling you will not find nature putting auy barriers in your path of progress. If you have been boring away in the same hole for fifteen years without striking something you have either found too short an auger or you are in the wrong hole. As a rule, few men change their occupations to ad vantage late in life, yet I advise every man to have the moral courage to change his occupation until he finds the right place. There is a right place for everybody. Your talent, whatever It may be, is your call. When you strike water you will find use for your flns. It is true that 'a rolling stone gathers no moss," but sometimes "a change of pasture makes fat calves." If you- are sure you are in the wrong place get on the right track; if you are on the right track you will not be wondering whether the rails are laid down right you will know it by the way things run. In the right place you will expand and grow, and at least be comparatively successful;, you may net make millions in a congenial oc cupation; It is possible to make a for tune and still be a failure. Money making Is not the highest success; character is success, and there is no other. Did Columbus fail be cause iron bit into his flesh and neglect Into his heart? Did Cromwell fall be cause his bleached bones were hung In chains and burled among thieves and murderers? Was the gifted musical genius, Mozart a failure because he died penniless and sleeps in an un known grave? Was Milton a failure Milton who sat in his blindness and received $50 for his Immortal epic? No true man fails who has lived a life that has accomplished its purpose: Madison C. Peters in Michigan Tradesman. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. The coal consumption per bead is greater in England than of any other country. The machine which cuts up wood to make matches turns out 40,000 "splints," as they are called, in a sin gle minute. A healthy adult breathes from four teen to twenty-four times per minute. The rate of the pulse is four times that of the respiration. The larger kind of West Indian fire fly gives.. light so brilliant that by It printed matter may be read at a distance of two or three inches. A Kentucky negro earns double wages as a hodcarrler, because he is able to do the work of two men. He carries from forty to Sfty bricks at a time. He places the bricks upon a board which he balances upon his head as he climbs to the tops of high build ings. The only law passed at the recent session of the Manx legislature, which has received the royal assent, has been proclaimed at Tynwald Hill, in ac cordance with the custom for 1000 years. The law abolishes the compul sory viewing of bodies by coroners' Juries. Bananar are being ripened In Eng land by electricity. The bunches are hung in airtight class cases in which are a number of electric lights. The light and heat hastens the ripening, and it has been found possible to make delivery of any desired quantity at any agreed date. A man who has a faculty for statis tics has made out a statement to the effect that it takes twice as long to transport women in elevators as men, because they take longer to get oft and on, and he says on that account the elevator service is slower where wo men are carried up and down. Proverbs of the Arabs place a very low value on women. Here are some samples: "The beauty of man Is in his spirit; the spirit of woman is in her beauty." "Always consult your wife, but do as you please." "When you want to get square with a man give him a handsome wife; when you want revenge on a woman give her a hand some husband." PEARLS OF .THOUGHT. It's a long credit that has no dun ning. A girl learns to swim so that some fellow can teach her. A woman's age depends entirely on whether her children look It More children are trained by being a warning to them than an example. A nice think to a boy about school Is playing truant from It to go swim ming. You could keep men away from the racetrack If you called It a Sunday school. Hardly anybody hates his relations enough to be willing to die ta get rid of them. , A woman tells her friends what a good husband she has so she will be lieve it. The average man Is never as big a fool as be wotilif be if he had more chances to be. A man is impertinent If he tries to flirt with a girl and Insultingly indif ferent If he doesn't. When a man brags about having a dry cellar it's more likely to mean bot tled stuff than water. When you hear a woman admitting there are such things as freckles it's a sign she hasn't any. A comfortable thing about' being rich Is you only get fined when you ought to be put In Jail. A nice thing about being a fat wo man is how comfortably she can slip and bang herself in the bath tub. It makes a woman very proud of her husband's business ability to have him know how to hook her up the back. If a man is making money he is willing to advertise it to everybody ex cept the tax collector and his poor re lations. A man's idea of being a patriot is yelling himself hoarse because some body tells him something is against the Constitution. When a girl has a broken heart over a man she can't marry It's a sign her parents will have, to buy her some new clothes before she gets over it. From "Reflections of a Bachelor" in the New York Press. SPOONFUL OF BRAINS GONE. Only Apparent Effect Is that Boy Has Forgotten Book Tales. . Cecil Mulllns, an eleven-year-old boy, was taken to the hospital recently with his skull badly crushed in the re gion of the left temple. A sharp brok en bone had been driven Inward, not only tearing a ragged hole through the delicate brain covering, but actual ly burying Itself an Inch deeper in the brain itself, cutting and bruising the fine tissues over a circular space as large as a silver dollar. Dr. J. W. Shankland performed an operation immediately. Then Cecil was put to bed to die. The case was regarded as almost hopeless, but he lived, and is declared by Dr. Shankland to be practically out of danger. That is a part of the wonder. Another part is the fact that in two operations and in the care of the injury no less than a teaspoonful of the brain has been tak en from the boy's head. This strange wound to the brain itself is rapidly healing. Cecil appears all right, bright and cheerful. The wound was found to be In that part of the left side of the brain which years of experimenting has pretty clearly identified as the "speech zone." Injuries In this "sone" show various effects according to their location. Sometimes the injured person will re tain his understanding of words, but will lose the power to speak. A strange feature of the boy's case is that he can not remember books and incidents that a few weeks ago were familiar to him. "Robinson Crusoe" and fairy books are entirely new to him. A Cruel Will. The will of Thomas Snell, filed for probate, brought to light a queer ex hibition of eccentricity. Snell took advantage of 'the extreme limit al lowed by the law, and was enabled to keep an estate valued at $1,000,000 in tact until twenty years after the death of his youngest great-grandchild, now aged six. The legatees are thus al lowed a share of the income only. They comprise Richard Snell, Clinton, a son; Lena Dlnsmore, San Jose, Cal., a niece; Thornton Snell, Elkhart, Ind., and Harry Snell, Bloomington, neph ews, and seven children of a deceased brother residing In Kansas City. The will virtually orders that the inheri tance shall not fall due till the heirs are dead. Chicago Inter-Ocean. Dlsrael's Home Life. After an exciting debate and suc cessful division many of the younger members pressed Mr. Disraeli to re turn with them and have supper at the Carlton; but as Lady Beacons field told me afterward, with mani fest pride and Joy, "Dlzxy came home to me." And she then proceeded to describe the supper: "I had got him a raised pie from Fortnum ft Mason's, and a bottle of champagne, and he ate half the pie and drank aH the cham pagne, and then he said, 'Why, my dear, you are more like a mistress than a wlfel ' " And I could see that she took It as a rery high compli ment indeed. Kebbel's Tory Me moirs. Nature 8tudy. Teacher Eddy, what makes thee grass grow? Eddy The grass has blades an' with these H cuts its way. tnrougn me ground. Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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