ON TRAMP.
Hush, littlo ton ie:!nt- I'nim thy walling-,
Dark (crows the night 1 can Journey no
more;
Look nt the ships on the black water sail
Ins. Hoar th Rrpnt waves, as they crash
on the shore.
O Thou. O little Thou!
No man can find us to trouble us now!
Wl:at salth the water? "The darkness Is
deep,
The sea Imth a song that shall lull thee
to sleep!'
Look nt the sew, little Thou, little
Thou
And the sea shall sins thee to sleep.
The Figure in
How John Ridgewjy Came lo Go Back to It After Thirty Years.
(W. n. Rose in Cleveland Plain-Dealer.)
A man was fumbling with tho lock
of the long low shed at the foot of
the sloping lawn. The man was John
Rldgeway, and he was the owner of
the sloping lawn and the low shed
and of the red tiled roof that showed
bore the trees.
Yet John Rldgeway was acting
tnore like an Interloper than a pro
prietor. He looked around nervously
a he fitted the key In the lock and
finally pushed open the wide double
doors.
The sun was forcing slender red
and yellow arrows of light up troni
behind the low eastern hlll3. Some
where In the distance a rooster sound
d a faint call. There was dew on the
trrass and the night wind fluttered
the leaves.
It was light enough for John Itltlge
way to find his way about, and the
darkness paled with every passing
moment.
He had not slept well for several
nights. The quiet of the place failed
to soothe his Irritable brain. The sim
ple remedies given him by the line,
old doctor whom he had reluctantly
consulted, proved unavailing.
"What you really need," said the
line old doctor, "Is not complete rest,
but complete change, with something
to lead your interest along a new
channel. Haven't you a home some
where I don't mean a palace or a
hotel, but an old fashioned home?
Where do you come from?"
"Michigan Southern Michigan."
"And Isn't the old home still
there?"
"I believe It Is."
"Why can't you go there for a
month or two? Look up the old
haunts, and the early friends. Be a
boy again."
"I couldn't think cf it," said John
Rldgeway abruptly.
But he did think of it.
He had thought of it that night as
he sat by tine open window and
biuorcu aim scaiu wrarii- ai uiw
trembling stars.
Had he reached the limit of hlB
powers? Was he going down as Silas
Rankin went down, and Stephen Gur
ney? Was the mind that had served
him so long and faithfully growing
Indifferent to its duty?
' He leered across the lawn as he
drew from the low shed the hidden
aeroplane. It was lightly borne upon
Us track and he drew it away from
the shed and did not halt until It was
In the exact spot whence he and
Orandall had taken their short flight
tho day before.
He and Grand all would have tried
the craft again that morning, only
Orandall could not come. He had
'phoned John Rldgeway the night be
fore that his mother was dangerously
til and be bad been called to her bed
side. His mother, Crandall's mother.
Somehow John Rldgeway had looked
upon Crandall aa quite alone in the
world alone with his workshop and
bis inventive genius. He had never
mentioned his mother.
This was Crandall's aeroplane,
built with Jdhn Rldgeway's money.
John liked the eager young fellow and
believed in him. And here was the
craft he had planned and perfected
tinder John Rldgeway's watchful eye.
For John might have been a fair me
chanic, a creditable handler of tools,
U fate had not called him to more
Strenuous things.
He knew the aeroplane almost as
well as Crandall knew it, but after
his usual cautious fashion he inaae no
boast of his knowledge.
Now he was going to take flight In
It alone. It bad behaved so well the
day before in its short flight that he
bad perfect confidence in it.
"It only needs a light brace or two
and a general tightening to be entire
ly seaworthy," Crandall had said as
be glanced the craft over.
"Airworthy," John Rldgeway cor
rected him.
And they had planned that Cran
dall would come up early from the
Tillage and they would enjoy an ap
petizing flight before breakfast and
vow John Rldgeway was going alone.
Everything had been placed in
readiness for that early flight.
Rldgeway carefully attached the
huge planes and tried the levers.
Then he raised the craft on Its spiral
Jack and took the navigator's s?at.
A moment later the throb of the
motor arose on the still air. As the
speed Increased the craft tugged at
Us moorlrrg. Rldgeway threw off the
retaining clutch, the aeroplane slid
forward amd slowly arose.
' He drew a quick breath. This was
line. It gave him the old thrill of
power. His pulses stirred, a new
light came into his eyes.
He floated across the little valley,
gradually rising, and cleared the
woods on One ride beyond by 200
Fenre, Utile son what use is this crylopt
lieur the dry grass, as It bends to tb
wind j
None hut the breeze shall discover
lylnK
With black sea before, and the bins
downs behind.
O Thou, O little Tbou,
Water and wind will take oare of ui
r.ow!
What salth the breeze? "The darkness is
deep,
The wind hath a sons; that shall lull
thee to sleep!"
Turn to the wind, little Thou, little
Thou
And the wind shall sing thee to pleep.
the Doorway.
fent. Then he tried the steering gear
and swerved to the right, it was
done a little too suddenly. He would
be more careful nexttlme. He brought
the craft around In a wide arc, pass
ing over the woods on the south
hill, and over the fond above the
mill, and back toward the village
the village where Orandall lived.
He wondered how Crandall's moth
er was.
Now that he had tested his control
of the aeroplane he grew bolder. He
was a man Who had taken risks all
through life. He took a new risk
now. He arose higher and yet higher.
He had felt no fear, only a little anx
iety. He was sensitive in a way. He
never wanted to undertake a task
that he didn't carry through with
credit to his skill. He only took
risks when he felt sure of the final
outcome.
A tiny clock hung to a support In
front of him. He had glanced at It as
ha took his seat. It was then 6.23. As
he lifted the aeroplane he glanced at
It again. It Indicated 0.27. He laughed.
Only four minutes.
What would Crandall think of this
wild venture? What would the grave
and reverend doctors wilth whom he
occasionally met think of it? What
would Jim Maddox, his rival In the
street, think of it?
He arose a little higher.
He would make another circle.
As he changed directions a pult of
wind struck him and the planes sud
denly canted. With an Involuntary
movement he threw the steering wheel
over. There was a sharp cracking
sound and the left plane seemed to
crumple up. John Rldgeway was
thrown from his seat, but clutched at
a metal bar. Then the great planes
collapsed over him.
The aeroplane and Its human
freight was falling.
A boy was staring at an advertise
ment in a weekly country paper. He
was a stout boy of 15 and as he read
tho lines before him his face lighted
up.
"Listen to this, mother," he cried.
Then he read the advertisement
aloud:
"Wanted Strong boy to go to city.
One who understands horses and Isn't
afraid of work. Ask for Mallory at the
Fowler house."
The mother looked up at the eager
young face. She was sitting by the
BACHELORS'
At a wedding breakfast the bachelors were called upon to
give their reasons for remaining so.
The following were among them:
"I am like the frog in the fable, who, though he loved the
water, would not Jump into the well because he could not Jump
out again."
"I am too selfish, and honest enough to admit It.
"I prefer, on the one hand, liberty, refreshing sleep, the opera,
midnight suppers, quiet seclusion, dreams, cigars, a bank account,
and club to on the other hand disturbed rest, cold meat, baby
linen, soothing syrup, rocking horses, bread pudding and1 empty
pockets."
"I have a twin brother, and we have never had a secret from
one another. He Is married." Chicago Record-Herald.
glass lamp at the table with its red
cover, sewing.
"Well, John?"
, It was suoh a pleasant, sympathetic
voice.
"Mother," cried the lad, "that's me
strong boy who understands horses.
Can I go?"
The mother hesitated.
"See the man, John, dear, and af
terward we will talk about your go
ing." Then the boy noticed that his
mother's eyes seemed to bother her
and that he bent close to her sewing.
He saw the man at the hotel early
the next morning and suited his criti
cal taste.
"Can I go, mother?" -r
"Are you so anxious to go, dear?,"
"Yes, mother. It's a bpiendld
chance."
The mother sighed.
"You will come home soon, dear?"
"And write often?"
"Yes, yea"
Her eyes were bothering her again,
but the boy' scarcely noticed this he
was bo filled with delight.
But he did feel a little subdued
when the hour of parting came. He
couldn't quite understand why his
mother foH ao bad about it and why
the clun to bin la nob a tear?
way. No doubt she was worried be
cause she feared he couldn't take care
of himself. But he would show her.
"Goodby, mother."
"Goodby, dear son."
She was standing In the doorway as
he went down the road with his lit
tle bundle. He remembered that plo
ture a long time.
And something choked htm as he
looked back and he broke into a
quick run and the picture was gone.
"What's your name," the man asked
him.
"John Rldgeway."
. "Coin" to make It famous, ehT"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"Well, you stick by me, then."
But he hadn't stuck by Walker very
long. He was not an easy taskmaster.
Moreover, he was a hard drinker and
forgetful about the boy's wages. And
one day he had come to the stable
drunk and struck John blindly and
unreasonably and John had nimbly
eluded the blow and run away.
He didn't go back. Instead he
knocked about the streets doing odd
Jobs and often wtehlng he could see
the patient figure in the doorway of
the old home again. He wrote now
and then and made hla letters as opti
mistic as possible. And whon times
with him grew still more hard and
bitter he wrote oftener perhaps be
cause he had more leisure.
His affairs were at a very discour
aging ebb when the tide turned. He
had quieted and subdued a young
horse that was driven by an elderly
man, and the elderly man had been
so much Impressed by the boy's cour
age and cleverness that he had taken
him into his employ.
It was a rather dull position In a
dull old house with no chance w rise.
The boy chafed against his narrow
opportunities.
One day he went to his employer
and unfolded a plan through which
he could by prompt purchases of a
certain commodity profit by a rise
that seemed Inevitable. It was a sim
ple deal, only relieved by the boy's
shrewd reasons for believing the stuff
would rise In value.
But his elderly employer received
the scheme coldly. Tho house didn't
do business In that way. Not to put it
too mildly, the boy's plan was merely
a gambler's chance.
The boy withdrew from the dingy
office. He withdrew as far as the es
tablishment of a customer of the
house, a keen eyed man who had
spoken to him In a friendly way on
several occasions.
The keen eyed man had listened to
the boy's plan with an amused smile.
"And how much do you expect for
your share in the deal?" he asked.
"Ten percent of the net profits,"
the boy quickly replied.
"Modest youth," said the man with
a laugh. "Goodby."
A week later he handed the boy a
folded slip of paper as he passed him
In the big wareroom.
"Your share," he abruptly re
marked and passed on.
The boy unrolled, the paper. It was
a check for $360.
Let It be said to his credit that he
sent $100 of this amount to the lov
ing mother.
That check marked the turning
point in his career. From that mo
ment he prospered. ,
And as he prospered the patient
figure of the mother In the doorway
grew more and more Indistinct. He
H
EXCUSES
sent money to her with unfailing reg
ularityand occasionally he wrote.
But the picture grew dimmer.
He went abroad. He mixed with
great captains of Industry. They rec
ognized him as a rising force. He sat
with them. He was one of their num
ber. And the patient woman In the far
off doorway looked in vain for the
coming of her boy.
John Rldgeway was a busy man.
His interests were many. His time
was brief. Small wonder that the old
home grew further and further away.
In time tt quite disappeared.
Men trembled at John Rldgeway's
name. The financial power he wielded
had been fairly equalled. Clutched In
his strong right hand were threads
that ran in many directions and con
trolled many Interests.
.. And then one day he saw the pa
tient figure In the door way again.
He hadn't been quite himself that
day. He was dull and heavy and he
knew it And being capable of think
ing of his schemes and plans, he sud
denly thought of himself of his boy
hood, of his early home.
It was after this that he went to the
fine old doctor. The touch of senti
ment worried him. He feared a men
tal breakdown.
And lo! the doctor had confirmed
his fears and what was stilt more
strange, had brought up the very vis
ion that disturbed hlra.
When he left the doctor's office be
took a letter from his pocket and read
it through. Then he carefully put it
back In the envelope which bore the
postmark of the old town.
"Bah," he suddenly growled, "I'm
getting childish."
He had bought a country home to
help the owner, whom the money
market had wrecked. It was grand
and lonely. If It had not been for the
airship experiments he would have
gone back to the rooms In the city.
But the aeroplane engrossed John
Rldgeways attention. It quieted his
mind. It was a soothing plaything.
What was that? Where was heT
Then he saw the picture again. The
mother In the doorway, but her face
wore a look of terror and her hands
were stretched out in agony.
A sudden sharp chill came over
him, a crashing blow stunned him.
He remembered no more.
When John Rldgeway opened Ws
aching eyes he was lying In a dark-'
ened room, but he could faintly make
out the anxious face of the fine old
doctor.
He tried to speak.
The doctor went down.
"How long was I falling?" he whis
pered. "One of the villagers happened to
have his watch in his hand when he
caught eight of you," the doctor an
swered. "He saw the aeroplane col
lapse and watched your fall. You
were buoyed up by the planes and the
descent from the moment of the dis
aster until you dropped into the mill
pond was exactly thirty seconds."
The pnle lips moved.
The doctor bent again.
"It was thirty years exactly thirty
years."
The doctor drew back. He did not
smile.
"That must cover the period of
your public life," he gravely said.
The eyes said yes.
The doctor bent to catch the com
ing message.
"I lived it all again," said John
Rldgeway.
The doctor slowly nodded.
"You have had a miraculous es
cape." he said. "You have been se
verely shocked and badly bruised, but
you are going to get well. What are
you trying to say?"
"How soon can I be moved?"
"In a few days, I hope."
"There Is something I want."
"Yes. What Is It? Take your time."
"I want to go home," whispered
John Rldgeway.
"Home?"
"You know the home I mean. You
asked me about It."
"Yes, ye9, I remember. Go on."
"There Is a letter In my coat pock
et. Yon will find it."
"Yes, yes."
"I haven't been home for thirty
years. It's a long time. You get pret
ty tired in thirty years."
"Yea."
There was a little silence.
"Somebody is waiting for me," mur
mured John Rldgeway. "She Is stand
ing in the doorway, the old doorway
with the vines about it. She has
changed. Her hair Is gray and she
leans against the casing, but her hand
Is stretched out to me and her face
Is smiling."
A softened look crept over the
bruised face.
The old doctor laid his hand softly
on John Rldgeway's limp fingers.
"I will take you to her," he said.
WOMAN, OUR HOMEMAKER.
8omewhat Sarcastic Slur on Mascu
line Supremacy.
Ae we men frequently admit, it la
our chivalrous regard for woman'
which leads us to desire that she
shall confine her wholly admirable
energies to the making of our home
and the keeping of our houses. She
is tender and frail, and so we urge
that she shall not for a moment drop
her role as the goddess of the house
hold. There Is nothing that so rouses
our almost sacred admiration as to
see our own particular goddess with
a dishrag In one hand and a frying
pan in the other. Let us never desert
this high Ideal of womanhood and Its
lofty purpose in life.
Particularly, let us net do so be
cause if a woman does not keep the
house it will not be kept Would we
men engineer and preparo 1,095 meals
In one year? Would we wash dishes
1,095 times, wipe them 1,095 times,
sew, darn, mend, devote our lives to
a gray monotony of treadmill effort?
Not on your life! Our chivalrous re
gard for adored woman would not
permit it. And we would go crazy
within six months If we tried. I know
of nothing that we should cling to
more closely than this chivalrous re
gard for our womankind it saves the
cost of many and many a hired girl.
I have penned thU little tribute to
man's chivalrous regard for woman
because anybody can see that It de
serves It. Woman, the , housekeeper
(and nothing else), the fried goddess
of the fireside; the queen of her do
mestic domain, with a stewpan for
tiara and a stovehook for a scepter,
let ue together pledge her, while we
register our chivalrous vow that we
will keep her where she Is, unless we
men need her as a stenographer or
something else in which event our
chivalrous regard may stretch a few
points. California Monthly.
Certain lands in East Barnet are
exempt from tithes, but Sir Thomas
Lipton, who owns them, has to be
ready when called upon to provide
"facoU for the burnmga ot heretics."
j. uur ueuer ovij
Ey Elbert
0HERB Is not so very much difference in the intelligence of
people after all.
The great man is not so great as folks think, and the dull
man Is not quite so stupid as be seems.
The difference in our estimates ot men lies in the fact
that one man Is able to get his goods into the show win
dow for goods. v
"The soul knows all things, and knowledge Is only a re
membering," says Emerson. This seems a very broad state
ment, yet the fact remains that the vast majority of men know a thousand;
times as much as they are aware of.
In the silent depths of sub-consciousness lie myriads of truths, each
awaiting the time when Its owner shall call It forth.
And to utilize these stored-up thoughts you must express thera to others;
and to express thorn well your soul has to soar into this eub-consclous realm
wher9 you have cached these net results of experience. 'x,.
The great painter forgets all In the
owivious to his surroundings; the singer floats away on the wings of melody,
and carries the audience with her; the orator pours out his soul for an hour,
and it seems to him as If barely five minutes had passed, so wrapped and
lost is he in his exalted theme.
When you reech the heights of sublimity, and are expressing your highest
and best, ycu are In a partiul trance condition. And all men who enter this
condition surprise themselves by the quantity of knowledge and the extent ot
the insight they possess. And some, going a little deeper Into this trance con
dition than others, knowing nothing of the miraculous storing up of truth to,
cells of sub-cor.sclousness, jump to the conclusion that their intelligence Is be
ing guided by a spirit not their own. When an individual reaches this con
clusion he begins to wither at the top, for he relies on the dead, and ceases
to feed the well-springs of his sub-conscious self.
The mind is a dual affair objective and subjective. The objective mind
sees all, hears all, reasons things out. The subjective mind stores up and
only gives out when the objective mind sleeps. And as few' men ever culti
vate the absorbed, reflective or semi-trance state, where the objective mind
rests, they never really call on their sub-conscious treasury for Its stores. They
are always self-conscious.
But what think you is necessary before a person comes Into possession ot
his sub-conscious treasures? Well. I'll tell you: It Is not ease, nor prosperity,
nor requited love, nor worldly security.
"You sing well," said the master, Impatiently, to his best pupil, "but you
will never sing divinely until you have given your all for love, and then been
neglected and rejepted, and scorned and beaten, and left for dead. Then, If you
do not exactly die, you will come back, and when the world hears your voice
It will mistake you for an angel and fall at your feet."
And the moral is, that as long as you are satisfied and comfortable, you
use only the objective mind and live In the world of sense. But let love be
torn from your grasp and flee as a shadow 'living only as a memory in a
haunting sense of loss; let death come and the sky shut down over less worth
In the world; or stupid misunderstanding and crushing defeat grind you Into
the dust then you may arise, forgetting time and space and self, and take re
fuge in mansions not made with hands, and find a certain sad, sweet comfort
In the contemplation of treasures stared up where moth and Tust do not cor
riirft And where thfeven An not break through and stpftl.
And thus looking out Into the Eternal, you forget the present an(d enter in
to the Land of Sub-ConscloiiBness, where yet dwell the gods of ancient and In
nocent days. New York American.
f Being a Good Neighbor
By Giselle
SjaaMBssssaassjfj HE spirit of neighborliness is being manifested even by cor
I 1 porations. The International Harvester Company is one of
1 saassBS; I the large corporations
I action is particularly
I fl the only organization
Iy I commonly called "welfare" work, but It has its efforts In
I this direction well systematized and Is constantly seeking
akssassssjasaa) to embody in its own operation practical and helpful Ideas
gnthered from other sources. The International Harvester
Company, representing, as it does, $120,000,000 of capital, which dispensed, in,
one year. $21,763,307.95 in pay-roll wages alone, and $16,783,000 in sales com
missions, has a large field in which to
neighbor" to its twenty-eight thousand
has stated that "the employer who wants the people employed In his business
to work under the very best possible
roundlngs, and who feels happier when he knows this state of things is at
tained; the employe who takes satisfaction In his work, because of the im
proved environment and because he knows that. In providing it, the employer
has no ax to grind these two men can not, in the nature of things, remain at
loggerheads, and, In their co-operation there can be no question but that the
utmost advantage comes to both." The World To-Day.
Marriage
By Lurana
RS. Margaret Deland is quoted as saying that "tbe college
u 4nlba a twin r mamHatTA And t.hft birth r&Ld
Vij I in a way to make her mother blush," and you say editorially
I VI I that the fact that she does so talk makes of her a "trouble-
I some problem."
I ., t if hosoiiea her mother could not Possibly
pj iiiuj a cwyiv m--wmmw .w
appreciate her Intelligent understanding of both matters
-71 1 named, the college girl must forever remain sileutT Is she
K, , .winoMarato nt her mother's and erandmother's opin-
uyS OV IV . " " "
ions that she must cease to hold opinions of ber own and so walk out of step
... ... i 1 .5 li. 1 In" Dii4hAHmWA
m the "line of progress" In which you iranmy aaiuii, u i tu.u..,
,i . v v..- ho oroHi nf mnu of these mothers if they had
WUU1U It UVl UttVO UWU w .uc v.i. ' - - -
i.... mt.io ic tpnnrnnt nr Dossibly had a few less cbil-
dren? And why should the college
OUUIO as w j
of herself and so ridding men or some man of this especial burden?
mwwiAm v To aha not rtpmr-r.rRTratLn jz ner eutii w uiuodb -j ioao -. v
Certainly "marriage and tne Dinn raie are impuimut iur w
i, - - nho i.n-1 tn xnnsinr n.rurl the fact that she calls a
college giri vi uj vnjit. o-i. 1 -
spade a spade only proves her earnestness and sincerity. Fortunately the
habit of blushing over important topics
U.. .jranrail nnllotra
women, uu. uue icwm.
roses if asked to marry and bear
mothers. '
hW"M"M"M-
Woman in America Glna L. Ferrer a
nmip lo nn itrvnht
c.tiaon kn innria
world Is the American
of modern feminism,
the new condition of
Hnone of the Inconveniences that being who had known howj
to assume masculinity in all that regards independence anti
.iU liberty of action, and remain feminine In grace, charm anal
altruism that American beauty, tnai American genius
whose wonders are seen and felt in all the American and European reviews
whose writers declare her to be engaged almost enUrely in severe study, it
masculine work, sport and similar occupations.
Europe, moreover, is right. The American woman is not only one of th
most Interesting phenomena oi worm
- ' . . . 1 . 1
Of thO new world uai migm nave me BirttLeot. uiu cyi m uio
.k.un. nn Hioir fAundarlona the essential nrinclples ot our female Instruction
tad training, overthrowing the society
which rest, to a greater .extent than la
woman la tha family ana in society.
Hubbard
presence of his canvas; the writer le-J
D'Unger
whose endeavor to put that spirit Into
worthy of notice. It is by no means
of the kind that Is carrying on what is
exercise the virtue of "being a good
employes. Mr. Cyrus H. MoCormick
conditions as to hours, wages and stir
Birth 'Rate
IV. Sheldon
girl of the present be found a trouble-
oi cuihwmuuu umB
clrll tndaV WOUld tUHl SJ red &fl
c.. .v -
children as thoughtlessly as did their
that the most interesting thing to the
nn the northern shores of the new
woman that happy, victorious heroinef
who has discovered now w extract ironj
woman all the advantages with almost!
America, qui is uw .us yireutmieuuu
L . r A rrn .!.!, aM.u am !. a nllW
of the old continent, or continent
realized, on the antique functions ol
rumam a jajE..