A FRIEND.
ai one who, looking from a dusk-whelmed
hell! hi
nin.ntlf alone, unseen
Eu on Dome distant slope a twinkling
light
Acrot, llio vnle between.
And, prizing on that small terrcstilal
star,
Bends tnroukh the dreiwnlrR nlffht
A kin llv thought to t.iuso, whoe'er they
are,
That gather round the light,
So 1, n friend unknown nnd fur away,
Acrnrs the world's width send
A thnuifht a liaiid-clasii as a brother
may,
To you, In tnought my Mend.
KKaVss Penis!. :d
"Mamma, please toll me a gcod-nlght
story.1' So begged little G.ae.e Adams
of her mother. The clock had etrurk
eight and It was the hour lor Giaulo
to go to bed.
"Very well, dearie," proniiced Mr3.
Adams. "What sort of a story do yoj
want?"
"I like fairy stories beU, mamma,"
replied Gracle.
Then, as tocn as Gracie was In te;
little while nightie, she snuggled com
beside her mamma in a big tleepy
hollow, prepared to give cio.e attent.ou
to tha good-night story.
"Well," began Mrs. Adams, "this
story I am about to tell Is of a llttlo
girl called Nita, and of her punlshmout
for being very naughty one time dur
ing her mamma's absence. Sl.e was
left In the company of her aged great
grandmother, who was aln.oat Wind.
Before her mamma depaitcd lrom
home she told Nita to be very kind to
old granny, and to nerform any litt.e
errands for the old lady that b-u-might
with to La.e done. Nita prom
ised to obey; but the ery first thing
that granny asked her to do, she pout
ed and acted very naughtily. And all
granny had asked of her was a cold
drink cf water to be brought from the
spring, which was near to the kitchen
doer. Dut Nita was playing witli her
dolls and did not want to take the
time to go to the sp-lns, so she got a
dipper of water fip the bi? wocdim
pall which stood cm a tench in the
kitchen, thus caving herself rive min
utes' exertion Kointf to and from t'.ie
epring for .fresh water.. Granny put
the water to her llpi, but. finding it
warm, said she could net drink It.
"Why, it's from the spring," declare 1
Nita, thinking, that she was telling
the whole truth, for, of course tb.3
water had originally come from the
spring but It had been In the pail for
some time. But she vnew she was
deceivng her bid grandmtoher. There
fore her deception was as wicked as an
outright lie would have been.
" 'Well, It cannot be direct from t-ie1
epring, child,' said the poor old lady.
'And I cannot drink It, tht'sty as I ati.
But I shall try to get to the spring It
you will give me my walking cane. 1
think It is In the corner."
"Although Nita felt ashamed o ---.
ing tried to deceive old granny, she
nevertheless got the old lady's silik
for her, tor.iE.he- was too anxious to gM
back to her dolls to run to the spring
and get the water.
''After her aged grandmother htd
hobbled to the spring for a drink, Nita
sat down on the big back potch to piny
with her dolls. She sat busily sew
ing on a little frock for cne of her
dollies, a pretty pink silk (a remnant
her mamma had bought for the pur
pose) to be trimmed in white lace. A."
ter a few minutes had' pasted away 8 jb
heard her grandmother's voice calling
to her: 'Nita! Nita, dear! Please
come at once to granny!'
"The old ' lady's voice being some
what excited and Imperative, Nita
threw down her work Impatiently and
went slowly Into the house to ascer
tain her grandmother's wants. 'She's'
euch a bother,' she eald to herself. 'Oh,
hy must an old lady want so much
waiting on?' Then, entering her grand
mother's room she asked In rather an
Impatient voice: 'Well, what Is it
joow, granny?"
" 'I feel so faint, child, that I want
you to fetch me the camphor bottle.
You'll find It cn the top shelf In tha
closet of my room. Will you fetch it
quickly, dearie? I am so faint"
"Nita went upstairs, but not as
quickly as the might have d?r.e. Took
her time for gotting tha camphor bct
tle, returned .leisurely to her grand
mother, put the bottle on the table te
eide her and started to go to her play
B gain. 'Please dearie',' said granny
feebly, 'pour a little camphor in that
glass cf WAtr there on the table and
hand It to me. It was the exertirn cf
gplng down .the steps to the 'spring
and tip them, af-a'.n that caused - -tY
sudden weakness. Oh, dear child, it is
so hard to become as feeble, as. I am.
and to be obliged to ask other folks to
wait on me.' And the poor old lad
wired a teardrop from her- almost
Sightless eye.
"Nita dropped some camphor' Into
the glass, roughly handed it to ler
grandmother without a sinerle word n'
sympathy and returned immediately to
her playthings. But to her "surprise
the pink silk frock she had been sew
ing on a few minutes before had chang
ed in material and color. There lay
a common cotton thing fashioned ex
actly like the silk one, with the needle
stuck into one of the seams just as she
had left It on. .going into the, house. to
her (rrandmoiher and of an ugly
browlsh colojtj.j .
" 'Why, what does this mean?' asked
Nita tf herself. And to her surprise a
voice answered her:
" 1 am responsible for the change la
the doll's frock. A cotton one will to
you as well as a silk one.'
" 'But who Is speaking to me?' asked
Nita, turning and looking all about
her, but seeing no one.
" 'I am a futry,' replied the voice.
'And I saw yo:i give your old grand'
mother warm, s:ale water lnstetd of
cold fresh water from the spring. So
I said to mytelf that you could not
complain If I give you a cotton frock
for your doll ItKead of a silk cne. Old
gianny cn feel and suffer; a doll can
not know what It wears.'
"Nita sat with bowed face, for slio
felt veiy guilty Indeed. And she knew
she dererved Jtirt such punishment a?
ihc fairy was inflicting on her. But
while fhe sat there, head bent eo that
her curls hid her face, a sudden par
oxysm of pa.'n In her stomach doubled
her tip. 'Oh, oh, oh!' she cried, hold
ing her s!dC3.
" 'Shall 1 fetch you some camphor?'
asked the fairy voice ironically.
"'Oh, please do!' begged Nita. Then
she remembered how she had behaved
when her old grandmother had beg
ged for tho camphor bottle; how im
patient she had become, and how slow
ly she had gone to fetch the bottle. Oh,
I know why I have this pain!' walled
Nita.. 'It's because I behaved so bad
ly towa' d poor old granny. Oh, I was
so ca'ighty, so naughty!' Then she be
gan to cry aloud from the Eevere
crarpj In her stomach. Old granny
ovcrhead her walls and came limping
to the porch to Inquire Into the causs.
She was leanlntr heavily on her stick,
and rcemed quite too feeble to be on
her fpet; but her anxiety for Nita
caused her to forget her own Buffering
nnd to come to minister to the child's
wants. 'Oh. dearie, what is the mat
ter?' asked (he old lady.
"Suddenly the fairy caused a terrible
thirst to come to Nita, and looking
up into her grandmother's face, she
walled: 'Oh, gianny, I am ill and dying
for a drink of cold water.'
" 'Well, dear child, you shall have
it,' declared granny, getting the dipper
from the kitchen and going down the
long stone steps to the spring. Twice
she almott fell In making the descent,
and ence In returning with the dlppor
of water she stumbled and would have
fallen bed net the good faliy sup
ported and strengthened her. Then
with all possible haste she put the dip
per of water to Nlta's lips, saying':
'Drink, darling child; I shall get the
camphor .for you if you do net feel
ftottor after having drunk the waler.
"Nita touched her Hps to the water,
but It was as bitter as gall. She did
not Eay a word to her granny about
this, for she understood that the fairy
had changed the taste of the water
from sweet and pare to a horrid Lit
ter. All she could do was to declare
she did not feel like drinking more
water. 'Oh, the camphor,' said granny,
and limped off to get it. This was too
much for Nita, whose conscience was
tirturlne Ypt rore than was the pain.
Oh, granny,' she said, 'come back; I
hate touibiiiing to confess to you!'
" 'Ah, now you are doing the right
thing,' said the fairy. 'And it you are
a good little girl In future I will come
to bring you good luck instead cf pun
ishment But the wicked must suffer
for their misdeeds,' you know. Now 1
shall go to return at some near future
day. If in thp meantime you have be
haved nicely, been kind and consider
ate toward your old grandmother, your
doll's frock will become silk again.'
"Just as the fairy ceased speaking
old granny relumed to the porch, fetch
ing the camphor to Nita, But as the
little girl was now feeling much bet
ter, old g'.anny dropped wearily on a
porch bench, saying 'Oh, It is so hard
for such old legs as mine to climb the
steps from the spring. And it Is diffi
cult for me to see my way about.
Otherwise, dearie, I would have been
more sprightly, while waiting on you.'
" 'Oh', granny, you are too good to
me, for I have been such a naughty,
naughty girl. But I shall make a o'.ean
breast of it all. Here, let me sit at
your knee and ask your forgiveness.
"An hour later Nlta's mamma found
them on the porch together, the old
grandmother's, arm about the little
girl's shoulders and the feeble old
voice talking' ever so sweetly and for
givingly, to the little one, who had
held back nothing of her own naughti
ness. And from that day Nita nefler
again needed punishment, for the fairy
had taught her a lesson she never for
got And from that day she became
the happiest and most he'pful little
girl in all the world." Washington
Star.
Cingalese Fond of Travel.
The Cingalese have a notorious pro
pensity for travel on pur line's. I am
reminded of a true story of a native
shopboy who stole forty rupees and
then disappeared for eeveral days.
All search proving fruitless in the or
dinary walks of life the railway was
thought of, and there the young ras
cal was found spending his pelf in
traveling backward and forward be
tween Colombo and Kandy.
I must not forget also that during
the early days of the seaside line the
villagers traveled so much, using up
all spare cash, that certain small tax
es payable by them were only with
some difficulty collected. Britannia.
. Too Many Controversies.
"Human nature Is very perverse."
"That's right. A man may be with
you in politics and against you on this
Arctic cuestlon. Few men are on the
same side In all the current controver
sies" Louisville Courier-Journal.
Prince Edward of Wales, future
king of England, until a few weeks
ago received 24 cents pocket money
each week while In residence at Os
borne naval college.
The apparently Drowned
Rollmj on a Barrjl
Resuscitation
Ey Wilbert E. Longfellow, General Superintendent
. U. S. Vol. Life Saving Corps
N eight out of ten cases when there has been a drowning or
near drowning the reporters tell us that "the patient was
I
rolled on a barrel," with varied effects. Whether the pa
tlent Hve3 or dies the rolling on the barrel fits into the Btory.
successful resuscitation factor a number of. years ago, ex-
X 111 DIU ICO, UIIU
44e induce longshoremen
valuable time that
it went the barrel scheme was not so bad, as it did get out tbe water In a
crude sort of way and performed Ecma of the motions of artificial breathing.
The delay in finding a barrel (apparently nothing else will do in the minds of
the rescuers) and the rough scraping up and down usually offset the good
features of the treatment.
No barrel or roller Is needed for
face downward over a box or log or
water out of the stomach and throat,
to come out Then the patient should
drawn forward to keep the air passage open, the arms should be drawn above
the head and compressed over the ehort ribs to Imitate breathing, at the rate
of sixteen times a minute. With the
which the patient lies face downward all the time, pressure being applied to
the short ribs from the back the resuscitation methods are mostly as de
scribed.
My point in speaking of this matter is not so much to describe the meth
ods of resuscitation in vogue is to point out the way the press may do a real
service to humanity by reporting the methods used in cases of complete re
covery. It will not take up much additional space and It will afford Interest
ing data to thousands of readers. Whether desk men know It or not, the gen
eral public 1b deeply Interested In matters pertaining to restoration of the ap
parently drowned. That is why they
One other point: I want to pay my
describe our long swims, and add frcm their own heads details about a bottle
of whiskey In each boat for the purpose of keeping up the courage of the
swimmers. None of the successful swimmers in the ten, twelve or fourteen
mile swims we have held trained on whiskey or used It for nourishment on
the trip. We do not recognize it as a helpful stimulant The after-effects are
very bad. Fresh water, coffee! beef tea, malted milk are all used as nourish
ment (and even cheese sandwiches by one swimmer) ; but out of Justice to
them, and to help others who may try for long distance honors, I want to
register my protest against the whiskey fabrication right now. New York
Sun.
Crying Jeed of the
Church
f.y Dean Shailer Ma'hstvs. of the University
T present the Church Beems to be In danger of not having
leaders enough. There Is nothing more threatening to the
m-owth of evangelical
TV I to go into the ministry. Just at the present a rightfully
JU I ambitious Christianity faces alarming conditions.
V Sl Notwithstanding the growth of the Church, notwith
standing the large growth of the community, tnere are no
more men in our theological seminaries than there were.two
decades ago. In some denominations and In nearly every
country in the world there are barely
ago.
The city church Is too often a
pastors. Now these little springs that feed the river are drying up. in piace
of leaders too often appear untrained cr but poorly trained paBtors.
As Industrialism and tho new education spread the output of ministers
diminishes in number and in quality.
Even mlndsters do not want their
of maturity do not want to be ministers. I believe, also, that one of the larg
est problems that beret Christian education Is how to prevent young fellows
from losing their early ministerial ambitions during the college or university
courses.
Many such college students are
trained for real leadership &s ministers.
Many theological seminaries are
Church as they should. The curriculum of most theological seminaries was
practically determined two hundred years aso.
. . . Stayon
NOTHEIt important duty you owb to yourselves, to your
children, and to the welfare of the Btate, is if I may use
the expression to conserve your children for your farms
and for rural life and to prevent them rushing from the
farm to our large cities In such great numbers. Our census
statistics show that, in recent years, there has been an ab
normal increase in our urban population at the expense of
our rural communities. This, I believe, all conservative
a
men, all real friends of the republic, not saturated with the
spirit of Mammon, regard as unfortunate. In most caseg the farmer's boy,
who abandons the farm for city life, makes a mistake. A few succeed, bat
the majority fall by the wayside and live to regret their entrance into the
vortex of overcrowded city life. Farmers, the remedy for this Is largely in
your own hands. You must make farm labor and farm life more pleasant and
attactive. You must give the boys shorter hours and more holidays. Give
them an ample every-day education and supply them with books, magazines
and newspapers. Co not rout them cut of bed before sunrise and make them
work until dark. Give them good board and good clothes.
? London Police vs.
The
By Willlim
. v
t
T Is agreed in London that there is no connection between
the police and the social evil, and that while street-walkers
are too prominently visible in many quarters, there has
never been a charge that they were subjected to blackmail
' or collections. The attitude of police and public toward the
social evil is very different In London from that in New
York. In London they ignore its presence unless It be
comes personally aggressive, and flaunts Itself loudly and
i
. J. M. A. -- .
ttttTtttT
offensively. These women (and they are a big army) are,
of course, well known to the police, especially in the vicinity of the large ho
tels and In populer thoroughfares, and they are seen at all hours of the even
ing, but they are never Interfered with unless they commit an overt act of
disorderly conduct or' offensive solicitation. Their liberty is otherwise as
sacred as that of the highest woman in the land, and it is so laid down in the
rules. When the evil becomes locally offensive, plain-clothes men are used,
as here. Assignation houses the tacitly policed, but I could find no trace of
blackmail or protection money. From Tbe Century. : .. , ,
s j
an Obsolete Method of
The good old barrel ceased to figure prominently as a
VVJll.TLlllil, tcmuuu VI II. .11.1 V. H ...
and others to use the barrel and waste
might' save the patient's life. As far as
resuscitation. The patient can be laid
across a person's body so as to force
and there is usually very little water
be turned over, and, with the tongue
exception of the Sdhaefer method In
Bwallow the "barrel rolling" so easily.
respects to the sporting writers who
- of Chicago. a UJ
Christianity than the failure of men
half as many as there were ten years
parasite upon country churches for its
sons to go into the ministry. Christians
more eager to be married than to be
falling to send out trained leaders of the
the Farm . . .
Social Evil
McJidoo
The Silver Spoon.
I'm happier to be thy spoon
Thuu anything 1 know.
I'll curry goodies to thy lips
And help to make the grow.
The very moment 1 npproaeh
'1 hose etieiry doors will spring,
And 1 shall nestle on tney tongue
Ai huppy us a king I
And I shall peer all round about,
Above and then beneath,
In hopes to be the lust to tell
When thou dual eul my teeth.
It may tnke time to win thy love,
For 1 must hist begin
By feeding thee tiie plainest food
And sometimes nieuiclnel
Dut then will come the happy days
When thou sliult learn oi me
How Rood buked upples are wltn cream,
Ana prunes, and huniinyl
Ah. how thou'lt love mo when I come
With ruddy berries piled!
And 1 will give thee urauge-julco,
And Jum, my darling ehuu!
Then let me be thy willing slave,
And always wait on thee.
And by anu by 1 II let thee sip
Iteal cut'tee out of me!
-Wilfred K. Knollys, In Youth's Companion.
Still Made by Hand.
We seem to think that machinery
can do anything, but there are numer
ous important trades which are car
ried on lu much the same way as
they were ages ago, trades In which
machinery has not ousted man.
Gold leaf is an example. Today It
Is made in probably the Identical man
ner it has been made ever since man
first made a piece of gold leaf. Strips
of gold are beaten entirely by hand,
for the reason that no machine can
think before each blow is given. The
gold leaf becomes so delicate that a
single wrong blow would entirely
spoil It
Gratitude.
A party of a ship's crew being sent
ashore on a part of the coast of India,
for the purpose of cutting wood for
the ship, one of them having strayed
from the rest was greatly frightenod
by the appearance of a large lioness,
who made toward him; but on her
coming up she lay down at hie feet
and looked very earnestly first at him
and then at a tree a short distance
off. After repeating her looks several
times, she arose and proceeded on
ward to the tree, looking back seveial
times, as If wishing the man to follow
her. At length he ventured, and com
ing to the tree he perceived a huge
baboon with two young cubs In her
arms, which he supposed were those
of the lioness, as she crouched down
like a cat, and seemed to eye them
very steadfastly. Tho man being
afraid to ascend tbe tree, decided on
cutting It down, and, having his axe
with him, he set actively to work,
whon the lioness seemed most atten
tive to what he was doing. When the
tree fell she spiang upon the baboon,
and, after tearing blm In pieces, she
turned round and licked the cubs for
some time. She then turned to the
man and fawned round him, rubbing
her head against him In great fond
ness and in token of her gratitude for
the service he had done. Philadel
phia Ledger.
Primitive Tlme-Kecplng.
In Madagascar, before the people
had clocks and watches, tho passing
of the night and day was marked
by various observations of nature and
of domestic duties.
Frog-croaking was the earliest inti
mation of coming day. This was at
about two o'clock , and was followed
In an hour by cock-crowing. Crow-
croaking came at five o'clock, and half
an hour later tbe colors of cattle were
to be made out At that time dill-
gent people would awake.
Within the tropics, sunrise would
vary little from six o'clock, and fifteen
minutes later was the time for cattle
to go to pasture. The drying of the
dew marked another period at about
half past six.
As tho houses were built with their
length running north and south, these
furnished a sort of dial. The door
was always on the west side. Day
was said to be taking hold of the
threshold at about half post twelve.
At one o'clock was the peeplng-ln of
the day. An hour later the sun had
reached the rice-poundlng place. At
three o'clock It was at tbe place of
tying the calf.
In the course of another hour it
had reached the poultry pen. At half
past five the cattle came home, and
at six the sun was dead. From seven
to eight people were cooking and eat
ing their rice, and at nine they went
to sleep.
When Papoose Dies.
The Indian mother, when her baby
dies, does not believe that swift an-,
gels bear It into the sunshine of the
splrlt-land; but she has a beautiful
dream to solace her bereavement.
The cruel empty places which every
where meet tbe white mother's eye are
unknown to hor, for to her tender
fancy a little splritchlld fills them.
It is cot uncommon, says the author
of "Little Folks of Many Lands," to
see In Mexico, or In Canada, a pair of
elaborate tiny moccasins 'above a lit
tle Indian grave. A mother's fingers
have made them, a mother's hand has
hung them there, to help a baby's
feet over the long, rough road that
stretches between his father's ' wig
wam and tbe Groat Chief's happy
hunting-grounds.
Indians believe that a baby's spirit
cannot reach the spirit-land until the
child, if living, would have been old
enough and strong enough to walk.
Until that time the little spirit hovers
about Its mother. And often it grows
tired oh, so very tired! so the ten
der mother carries a papoose's cradle
on her back that the baby spirit may
ride and rest when It will.
The cradle Is filled with the softest
featheis for spirits rest more com
fortably upon feathers, bard things
bruise them and all papoose's old
toys dangle from Its hood, for dead
papoose may like to play even as liv
ing papoose did.
The Last Day of Vacation,
Through all the sunny morning any
one familiar with their habits would
have noticed that a sort of gentle
melancholy seemed to brood over the
paol of the alligators. There had been .
five or six wrestling bouts, but tbey
had been conducted In a half-hearted
way as If simply Indulged In to assist
digestion. There was no go and dash
about tbe performance.
Finally even these hollow attempts
at play were given up, and a rlppleless '
6llence took possession of the pool.
All tbe alligators, big and' little, ar
ranged themselves in a row,' and shut
ting their eyes, just rested the points
cf their long noses on the bank. They
might have been eo many pieces of
green brouze.
Some people think that alligators '
can't count; but even the smallest al
ligator knew the day of the month,
and that was tbe lost day in that dear
outdoor pool. To-morrow they would
be pushed and shoved and prodded
and poked Into winter quarters. For
the little alligators that spelled
s-c-h-o.o-1, horrid word! For the older
alligators It meant a long stretch of
days with no nice hot sun, no nice big
pool, nothing to do but sleep and eatl
And for the oldest alligator of all It
meant teaching! ,
Was It any wonder they were all
greatly depressed? But It Is absurd
to spend the last day of vacation in
vain regrets. So when the oldest and
largest 'gator crawled slowly out of
the pool to the center of tbe pen, all
the rest opened their eyes at once,
Just as If he had said, "One, two,
thiee, wake up!" When be had
stretched himself at full length, he
opened his mouth and made a sound
like escaping steam. "Come on, all of
you," he raid. "Let's have one more
game cf pyramid."
Did you ever see alligators play
pyramid? It Is the oldest game' In the
world, Invented by tho first alligator
that eevr lived. He taught it to his
children long ago In the lnnd of
Esypt, and they In turn taught It to
their children. Only the alligators
and crocodiles, their cousins, know
how to play It properly.
When tbe oldest and largest alliga
tor had stretched himself at full
length, the next largest In the crowd
crawled on top of him, with his head
turned toward the big one's tall.
Then both together gave the same
steam-hissing sound, and then the
ncr.t largest crawled tip, and the next
and the next until on the top of the
pyramid sat quite a little 'gator, with
eight larger felows underneath, all
head to tall. Then they all let off
steam together to attract the atten
tion of the other pyramids, none of
which was larger than seven 'gators
high.
Then began the really difficult part
of tho game. Old Samson Alligator '
started to crawl slowly round the pen.
If there were any hillocks In his path,
or "stones or uneven places' In the
ground, he did not avoid them, as one
might suppose, but even went out of
his way to go over them. As he felt
tho load slipping to one side or the
other, he would let off a steam, which
Is the way alligators laugh to them
pelves. At the fourth hump, alligator
number eight, who was next to the
top, fell off. But little "gator number
nine Just managed to keep his seat
That pleased him very much, for it
Is the rule of the game that the top
ones should fall first, and as number
eight had fallen before him, he could
stay on his back and ride round until
al the rest were shaken off. This,
naturally, took some time, and as all
the rest fell off In regular order, num
ber eight was in bad humor at his
mishap.
"Oh, you're terrible smart, I know!"
he said. Ill-naturedly, to Iltle number '
nine. "Just you wait till tomorrow,
when you begin school! Perhaps
you'll find you don't know so much,'
after all!" But at the very mention '
of school his ill-humor vanished. Af
ter all, misfortune makes one kinder.
He, too, had to go to school. When
the keeper brought supper he hod en
tirely recovered, and good-naturedly
made a place for the smallest 'gator
next to himself, and did not gobble
more than four-sixths of the food that
came their way.
"To-morrow's full of trouble." said
the keeper to a friend. "We've got to
move all these alligators. It's a Job!
There are so many now that we wnl
have to separate 'em. Take out some
of the bl? ones and put 'em in a sepa
rate corner.
At this all the little alligators
nearly died of excitement Suppose
the teacher would be taken? They
scarcely slept all night and those that
did dreamed of a tank where there
wasn't a teacher and it wa always
vacation. Henry Dick, In'the Youth s
Companion.
An Embryo Statesman.
"Harold!"
"Yes, papa."
"What's this I hear? You say you
won't go to bed?"
"Papa," replied the statesman's lit
tle boy, "it you heard anything like
that, I have been misquoted." Kansas
City Journal.
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