) 1 DUTY. She wore her duty a9 a crown, And In her pasfn? up nnd clown, One citmo who laugh&d to see her wear Euch trllle Willi so grand an air. She took It ofT. "Ono cannot be A InuKhlng gtock for euch as he." liehold! her fect onco swift to go. Move now reluctantly and slow. She walks a prisoner, looking; down At that which binds her limbs In pain. Who wears not duty as a crown, Must drag It as a chain. Good Housekeeping. Y MUSCVLAR CHRISTIANITY I By JOHN SMITH TASSIX I 1 CopyrigMtd, 1903, by The Authort PubltiMng Company I I "Brethren," began the preacher, when all had been assembled, "I feel like Jacob did after he had wrestled all night with an ansel for a sight of the Almighty." "Amen!" bawled the blacksmith at the head of the congregation, and his eyes roved ceaselessly as If In quest of someone. "Only my fight has been with the powers of darkness; and I bear about me the stains of the soot, and the Bears of the Ere and the brimstone of that terrible place." . "Amen!" bellowed the lu3ty fellow fn a louder voice, and his eyes con tinued their fruitless search. "Brethren, lot us pray and thank the Lord for the victory He hath granted over Satan in this benighted spot." And the blacksmith prayed with all the fervor of a convert on the mourn ers' bench. His voice was like the echo of thunder in the mountains, peal redoubling upon peal, and crash after crash deflected from tho many hills, until thi little building fairly shook with its reverberations. Meanwhile he craned his neck and almost stood up in vain endeavor to single out somebody. i "Guess yo're lookin' fo' da Cocto', ainft yo'?" gibed an Irreverent youth behind him. I The man glared at him but did not answer.- Doctor Ben was there. He chuckled despite the sanctity of the place, and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a siy smiie auoui me cor ners of his mouth. His face was as a mask, behind which all manner of droll thought held high carnival. Bill Jenkins caught sight of him, where upon the doctor made the sage reflec tion that it would be bast for him to have his horse shod by another black smith for some time to come. At this his face fell, for tho prospect was not inviting, Bill Jenkins being acknowl edged the best horseshoer within miles of the neighborhood. The doctor's irresistible longing for little fun was responsible for the blacksmith's discomflture. Thh Is the way it came about: "No preacher-man ain't agoin f preach In dls 'ere town; no, siree, not ef I knows m'self." The group about the anvil stood stock still, and burly Bill Jenkins straightened himself to his full height. The "help" paused with the horse's hoof still in the lap of his leathern apron. Standing with folded arms and with his back to tho table, on which were bis artisan's tools, was a figure so qulzzift&lly queer that it was sure to set you laughing. It was Doctor Ben; short and thin, with red hair, red beard, and red spots on his face which pome would call freckles. He was ctoop-shouldered and hollow-chcstad, "No preacher-man ain't agoln' to preach in dls 'ere town." and had a cast of countenance so com ical that you could think of him only as a king's Jester. The blacksmith was so angry that tj fairly bit bis words. "See 'ere, doc," he cried, and his forearm sawed the air, "we ha' spliced ou' young uns, an' buried ou' dead in dese 'ere cross-roads fo' nigh on to thirty years withouten inte'fe'ence o' no pa'son-man; an' we ain't agoin' t' pay no fees now fo' w'at de good Gawd grants free." "Oh, I dunno as to that," said the little doctor. "I hearn our pa'son 'low that he intended holdln' a prey'r veetin' here to-night." "Dang yo' pa'son!" replied the other. And ho bared his arm, on which the muscles stood out like cords of steel. ' The bellows heaved; the fire leaped up; the Iron became a cherry red; then white scales formed upon It; tho anvil rang, and a shower of sparks fell about the placo. The little doctor chuckled knowing ly. It was a way he had whenever highly amused,' which must have been most of the time, for his thoughts were a perennial fountain of fun, bub bling up within him. It Is not to be concealed that Doc tor Een a recent convert, by the way, The spectator gathered arcund. and one whoso motives were not al ways easy to fathom had been at the parsonage that very morning. He found his friend expatiating on tL3 glory of such as were called upon to contend with the heathen in for eign parts, thereby securing for them selves tho crown of martyrdom; whilo ho bitterly lamented the fact that his own ministry lay In a civilized land, where nothing ever happened, and the only distinction possible was that of patience and long suffering. "Oh, I dunno as to that," remarked the little doctor smiling blandly. "Now there is Rowden cross-roads, for in stance, which, while not exactly pa gan, is about as tough a place as one would wish to run gainst. They ain't had a pa'son there inside of thirty years; not since the last one was stoned out of tho settlement."" It ought to be a purty good field fo' the sowing of the Gospel, seeln 's how the land has lain fallow so long." "Enough!" cried the -arson, smil ing, "I shall preach there this very night." The doctor stopped again at the par sonage on his way home, after his visa to the blacksmith snop. Ho found the preacher, like another Paul, work ing In his carden, that he might not bo a burden to his charge. He leaned on his hoe and mopped his perspiring face with a colored cotton handker chief as the doctor came up. "Hello, pa'son! still beet on preach in' at Rowden to-night?" "If tho Lord spare me, brother, I chall most assuredly try to do His work in that part of His vineyard." "Wa'al, it looks as if you might find opposition." "We have to expect to wrestle with Satan sometimes, brother." "Yes, but it looks as if Satan di be powerful strong in this instance." "How so? Was it himself you saw in the flesh?" "It was himself that I saw in the flesh of Bill Jenkins, the blacksmith at Rowden. He's a heap sight heavier man 'n you be, pa'son, an' he says that you'll have him to lick before you preach in Rowden to-night. So long, pa'son." The little doctor chuckled. He knew his men and that they were game. "Goin' to be a littla affair down to iwowden to-night; better be there about sundown," he shouted to more than one acquaintance as he drove past. True to his word, Parson Jones rode into Rowden about dusk and hitched his horse at the rack near the smithy, rhlch at that hour resembled a fiery pit. The interior was lit up by the sullen glow of the forge as with an evil eye, and without was the gather ing gloom. The preacher was long and lank, and in his clerical clothes was a eight to see. They hung about him as loose ly as the limp rags flap about a scare crow in the fields. The blacksmith came out muttering lnaudibly. "Are you he who would dare inter fere with the preaching of the Word of, God in this place?" asked the par son, as he calmly removed his coat. "No preacher-man nln't agoln' t' ;rcach in dls 'ere town," sputtered the blacksmith, drawing off his leathern apron and wiping his hands upon it. "No, siree! not ef I " The preacher's hand descended upon his mouth, cutting short the sen tence. Then ensued a lively scuflle, during which the spectators hastily gathered around the two combatants. Tho blacksmith directed a well-aimed blow with all his force; but the wiry parson simply turned sideways, and it went past him like a blade, which unexpect ed ruse sent bis heavy antagonist sprawling face foremost, in tho dust. He soon bad him covered and was pounding vigorously. "I am going to preach in this town to-night." "Not ef I" Again the blows hailed thick end fast. "Let up, there! Enough! Stop, stop!" "I am going to preach and want you to attend In the front pew and to lead in ail tho responses." "I will, I will! Oh! Oh! Stop!" pleaded the blacksmith. Somebody handed the minister his coat, and he brushed the dust from his trousers as well as possible. Am? straight from the field of battle all marched to the little town meeting house, where we find them at the opening of this sttSry. THE FIELD OF JOURNALISM. Puck Treats Grave Subject With an Attempt at Humor. A tiny typographical error often causes more comment than a column editorial. Never judge a person by the clothes he wears. The frail, wan man with dilapidated trousers and debilitated shoes may be a great financier or the editor of your local paper. After reading of a certain man who was buried alive for a week on a wager, nnd of another who eats poison in a liime museum for a modest sti pend, wo fain would confess that we mifjht be doing worse than running a nawdpaper In this town. j In a certain aquarium is a large turtle which has not eaten for more than a year, and does not seem to have suffered the slightest inconven ience from its prolonged fast. What a phenomenal success a turtle would be in the newspaper business in this region! Once upon a time an editor found a fifty-dollar bill, gave it to its owner and seemed greatly surprised when a reward was offered him. His eccen tric action was generally thought to have been prompted by the sterling honesty which we so frequently see mentioned in Btorles, but it may have been thru he did not know what It was he found. When Benjamin Franklin was about to establish the Pennsylvania Gazette, In 1728, his friends warned him that ho might bo overcrowding the field, as there were already three newspa pers In the country. But, despite the fact that there are io-day nearly 3.0C0 'jalllo.i and about 2o,000 publication!! of all sorts in the United States, there are still innumerable promising open ings for talented young optimists wuh money to lose. Puck. Serious Quarrel Cver Water. Recently a member of the legisla tive assembly of South Australia said in a speech: "I am ready to take up my rifle, and it may be necessary to send a South Australian army Into Victoria and New South Wales to de stroy their Irrigation works." This direful threat is due to the tapping of the waters of tho Murray the Aus tralian Mississippi by Victoria and New South Wales, the two states be tween which it forms the boundary line for the greater part of Its course. The result is that when the one big river of the commonwealth enters South Australia for the final stage of its career it is not the noble and gen erous stream that it was before being robbed for irrigation purposes by the other two states. And the South Aus tralians, being prevented by insur mountable natural conditions from getting the fir3t pull at the river themselves, are angry and Indignant. A Quartet He My dear Hiss Smith or may I call you Kitty? Moon (This promises, I fear, to be quite tame.) She You oughtn't, but you make It sound so pretty! Cupid (They re starting In as usual. Same old game). He The moonlight paints with gold your fairy tresses. Moon (Now wouldn't that Just make you faint away!) She Only a poet thus his thought ex presses! Cupid (What Idiotic things some peo ple say!) He Dear, if I loved you, would you care to know it? Moon (Now that, I must admit Is rather good.) ' She O, if I cared I'd be too shy to show Cupid (They're doing better than I thought they would!) " ' He Ah If I dared but you're so fn above me Moonj-(Ahem! I think I'll hide behind She Love levels all ranks He Do you. can you. love mo? Cupid (Well, now they have no further use for me!) Carolyn Wells In Life. Hen's Strange Ride. From Tlveshall, Norfolk, England, Mr. C. Lain, a farmer, drove tho other day to Pulham Oak, a distance of sev eral miles. On arrival there he put tho cart in a shed and transacted his business. Nearing home he was as tonished to find one of his own hens perched on the axle of the cart The fowl had ridden the whole journey in this curious position. She was not disturbed and occupied her chosen perch till text morning. Jtye Sijt of Gab Tho corporation lawyer and the conspicuous financier were waiting for the board of directors to assemble. From the Broadway pavement far be low the office window floated frag ments of the monologue of a toy "fa kir." Tho lawyer said to his friend: "That reminds me of the days in my teens, when I got a Job driving the wagon of a medicine fakir in a circuit of the small towns of Ohio. The 'doctor' had a wonderful har angue, and I listened to It several times a day for three months, until It becamo riveted In my memory to this day. His finest effort went like this: " 'In the year of our Lord one thous and eight hundred and fifty-four, an English nobleman and member of par liament, Sir Richard Seymour Plants genet, was traveling In India, casting his lordly eye over the vast domains of his sovereign queen. While hunt ing the mighty three-tusked elephant of tho Rnmapootra river, in company with the Rajah of Calcutta, he was bitten by a cobra de capcllo, the dead liest rerpent known to man, ladies and gentlemen, whoso bite is fatal !n the' space of one-half hour by the clock. " 'Sir Richard wrote his will on the leaf of the papyrus plant and Bald farewell to his weeping friends, when a native staggered up, torn and bleed ing from the thorns of the Jungle, bringing a bundle of leaves of the ori-borl plant, whose secret had been confided to him by the Grand Llama of Thibet. " 'He bound the leaves on the wounded anklo of Sir Richard, ladies The Man That Laughs t love the ringing music of a cheery, hearty laugh, For It routs the Imps of worry as the breezes scatter chaff, And there's not a scene of gladness known to mortals here below But Is made a little gladder by a merry ho! ho! ho! For Merriment's a singer, and laugh ter is his song. And where the singer singeth the happy angels throng, For in all celestial anthems nothing sweeter Is, I trow, Than the melody-that lures us In a ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! You are feeling rather weary 'tis an oft-recorded tale And you fancy trouble's demons all 1 are camping on your trail, Till you meet the man of laughter with his cherry ho! ho! ho! And, some way, as you liBten, all the haunting demons go; Then you vow that this old planet is a place of Joy and cheer, And there's pleasure in reflecting that you now are living here And you wouldn't for a fortune loso your grip on things below All because you hear the music of a ringing ho! ho! bo! Two angels walk upon the earth, walk The Old-Time Ball Club. t like to see a game of ball; I think It's loads of fun To see the players at the bat and watch 'em strike and run And slide and yell and all of that, and yet, It seems to me The game ain't half so full of life as what It used to be. I wish you could have seen the club In which I used to piny; Of course. It wasn't like the clubs you run across to-day, For that now lot me think was nearly forty years ago. And ball clubs then weren't like the ones they have to-day, you know. Our club comprised the leaders of our little country town; We knocked out ev'ry club there was for We had no fancy uniforms, but, mind you. we cuuiu iiuy We made ten times as many runs as what they make to-day! Cy Jones, the blacksmith, pitched for us, and In them days, you know, Tou had to please the batter he could have It high or low. And Deacon Perry used to catch, except camp meetln' time. When he was off exhortln', and we used bis big son Lyme. Old Squire Smith played at first, and Wnen ms Kinsnes nwjcu u iiam 3o he could see tho ball he always forti fied that bane. Some Facts A baby serves a manifold purpose In tho world. Ho makes men and women more unselfish and furnishes the amount of trouble necessary to keeD them comfortably busy. He sanc tifies home and sives tho doctor an excuse to look wise. A well-ordered well-born baby with a rod face and a bald head is a delight, particularly when he belongs to a mend, ana doesn't spend nljrhts in your neigh borhood. Every baby is the prettiest baby In Mm rmrlil. and it can be proven by his mother. A baby that won't eat carpet tacks, brass-headed nails and young kittens is a mistake. Babies are bosses nnd bcodlcrs. They con trol the flrat ward, along with the twelfth, rule outrageously over the mtintlno nnd t.ika evervthlne that comes their way without asking any questions. All babioi are supposed, qnlto properly, to come from heaven. but v.'nat tae nngeis, cneruDim, sera Vhtm and the rest of the celestial and gents, and in oue hour the noble man was again in full pursuit of tho savage, three-tusked elephant of the Ganges. The secret of the ori-borl plant was brought to England in this way, and eminent physicians found that lis wonderful healing powers were able to kill any poison whatso ever in the blood. " 'If you have coughs, colds, con sumption, rheumatism, neuralgia or boils, the marvelous Orl-Borl Tonlo will attack the seats of disease with out mercy. It Is the cheapest and most wonderful medicine known to man. A teaspoonful in a pint of boil ing water and a wineglass after every meal. Ah, what is this? Here is this bright-eyed young man, who says he was so lame three weeks ago that he could not work, the sole support of his aged mother He happened to buy one bottle of the Ori-Bori Tonlo and comes to buy another bottle for his mother, who Is In bed with pleu risy. He is the picture of health and it touches my heart to see such filial devotion. Thanks, young man, only GO cents, the half of one dollar. Here is your change. Remember this is your iast chance to buy health and happiness for yourself and family.' "When the crowd was wrung dry," said the corporation lawyer, as two directors entered the room, "the doc tor used to turn to me and soften his trumpet tones to remark: 'Well, Will iam, wo must get back to the tent and mix some syrup and water for an early start to-morrow. And we're pretty near out of coloring extract. And don't you forget to romlnd me to order another gross of bottles.' " New York Times dally to and fro, The one is clad In robes of white, the other in garb of woe. The voice of one Is laughter; the oth er's Is a sigh, Joy is the one, the other Woe; for souls of men they vie; And the one comes running, running, summoned by the witching spell Of the ripping notes of laughter that the spirit's rapture tell; While the other straight Is driven from the souls It haunts below By the ringing and the Blnging of a ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! We all do love the muclc of a cherry, hearty laugh To spirits bowed with trouble 'tis a heaven-given sUff But our burdens seem so heavy as we pass them in review That we often let another do the laughing we should do; At any rate, it's so with me, for I'm of brittle clay, And happy it is with you, although I do not Eay: And so, perchance, you'll Join with me, thl3 one bouquet to throw, To the man who brings us blessing with the ho! ho! hoi ho! ho! A. J. Wnterhouse In New York Times. Judge Simklns played at second, while I proudly guarded third. And young Doc Squills was shortstop ana as lively as a Dira. The right was held by Elder Tubbs, the left by Lawyer Green; ' Cap' Slders with a wooden leg filled In (no gap oeiween. And they were Jest the men, you bet, deslirned to do the hlz. Unless 'twas Oreen. whose leg was still uecause ot rncumauz. He was our safest player, for he never tried to pounce Upon a fly and show himself; he'd take i. on ine Dounce, But when wo got a new-style ball he quit. "I'll Jest be darn.'' Said ho, "If 1 will catch a ball that ain't made out of yarn!" Them days the umpire had to do the blzness on the square. Or else we'd throw him out and get an other then and there. And sometimes when the other side would kick too hard and loud We'd have to compromise the thing and leave It to the crowd. Our wives and sweethearts used to come and watch us play the game. And though we'd win or lose they'd al ways cheer us Jest the same, 'Twould do my old heart lots of good to be back there once more And play a game with Jest the same old club we bad before. Boston Herald. About Babies. population do for Ueep has never been inquired into. Eoy babies are sweet est at 4 and girl babies at 24. A baby is a Joy forever until he be gins to fall out of the second-story window, turn over the water pitcher, hammer the china to pieces with his fork and Investigate tho medicine bot tles on- the shell'. Every baby is eternally trying to find out more than he has any business knowing, and the nabit of asking questions lasts through life. The touch of a baby's hand opens up heaven to a woman and makes a man willing to wear patches the rest of his natural lifu It has been said that every woman is entitled to at least one child. So is every man, but nobody has ever mentioned the fact Borrowing babies Is much sadder than it li funny. Some day the gov ernment will go into the business and keep babies to rent out as a mat ter of morals alcro. Every old bach elor's quarters wIM contain I nursery and clubs will be a th!n3 cf the past Pftm (Mo.) M-srcwY, WORN OUT WOMEN. Will Find Encouragement In MMb Merrltt's Advice. -h Mrs. W. L. Merrltt, 207 B. Firs! Ave., Anoka, Minn., says: "Last win ter I began to suffes with my kidneys. I had pains in my back and hips and felt all worn out. Dizzy, spells bothered ma and the kidney se cretions were irregu lar. The first box ot Doan's Kidney Pills brought decided re lief. I am sure the would do the same for any other woman suffering as I did." I Sold by all dealers, 60 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Japan end America. The worse than silly twaddle which is still beRig printed in certain ot the American newspapers concerning the relations ot Japan and the United States is none the less Iniquitous and mischievous because its character is so transparent. No sane and well-informed person believes for an Instant that there is, in the normal develop ment of the affairs of the two nations the slightest intention on the part of either government of provoking hos tilities, or that conditions arising in the near future where there could be danger of a war. Philadelphia Pub lic Ledger. -- CUTICURA CURED FOUR. Southern Woman Suffered With Itch ing, Burning Hash Three Little Babies Had Skin Troubles Calls Cutlcura Her Old Stand-by. "My baby bad a running sore on bis neck and nothing that I did for it took effect until I used Cuticura. My face was nearly full ot tetter or some similar skin disease. It would itch and burn so that I could hardly stand it. Two cakes of Cuti cura Soap and a box of Cuticura Ointment cured me. Two years after it broke out on my hands and wrist. Sometimes I would go nearly crazy for it itched so badly. I went back to my old stand-by, that had never failed me one set of Cuticura Rem edies did the work. One set also cured my uncle's baby, whose head was a cake of sores, and another baby who was in the same fix. Mrs. Lillie Wilcher, 770 Elev enth St., Chattanooga, Tenn., Feb. 16, '07." Britain's Smallest House. The quaint old town of Conway, North Wales, boasts possession of the smallest house in Great Britain. This quaint house consists of only two rooms, one above the other, each ot which is just two yards square. The place is more than 300 years old and is in every respect a curious dwelling place. The upstairs, which is reached by mounting a tiny ladder, has in it a four-foot bed and a washstand, so that there is none too much room for the occupant to move about. Names of visitors ornament the walls. The present caretaker states that one ten ant actually brought up a family of 10 In this miniature house, though no explanation is forthcoming as to how the feat was performed. The present occupant, who has inhabited the cot tage for seven years, pays a rent of seven and sixpence a week, and is very proud of the fact that she lives in the tiniest house in Great Britain. Wide World Magazine. 6 Gorillas Terrorize Negroes. Alfred Yorke, a young explorer, who has returned to London from the French Congo, brought back with him three immense gorillas. He states that a section of the territory be tween the French Congo and the German Cameroons is filled with these big beasts. The natives had been driven away by the ferocious animals, which had even succeeded in getting rid of all the monkeys. These animals are generally armed with heavy clubs, and woe to the caravan that is attacked by them. Mr. Yorke describes one such inci dent that happened to the caravan with which he was traveling, and says that he and his companions owe their lives to the large amount of am munition they carried, with which they succeeded .in routing the goril las. Fence Wire Carries Messages. Telephone communication has been established between a number of Aus tralian farms by means of wire fences. It has been found easy to ' -converse with a station eight miles distant by means of Instruments con nected en the wire fences. CUBS' FOOD They Thrive On Grape-Nats. Healthy babies don't cry, and the) well-nonrished baby that la fed on Crape-Nuts is never a crying baby. Many babies who cannot take any other food relish the perfect focd, Qrape-Nuts, and get well. "My little baby was given np by three doctors, who said thai the con densed milk on which I had fed her had ruined the child's stomach. One) of the doctors told me that the only thing to do would be to try Grape Nuts, so I got some and prepared it as follows: I soaked 1H tablespoon tula In one pint ot cold water for half an hour, then I strained off the liquid and mixed 12 teaspoonfuls of this strained Grape-Nuts juice with six teaspoonfuls of rich milk, put in a pinch, ot salt and a little sugar, warmed it and gave it to baby every two hours. "In this simple, easy way I saved baby's life and have built her up to a strong, healthy child, rosy and laugh ing. The food mu3t certainly be per fect to have such a wonderful effect as this. I can truthfully say I think it Is the best food in the world to raise delicate babies on, and is also a delicious, healthful food for grown ups, as we have discovered la our family." Grape-Xuts Is equally valuable to the strong, healthy man or woman. It stands for the true theory ot health. "There's a Iteeson." Bead "The Road to Wellvllle," la pkgs. Y
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