THE CHILDREN'S COURT.
Bred In the bane. It would scorn, and blent
in the red or tlielr veins!
Branded in blossoming rirsii and feared
In their hearts nnd their brains!
81m of the fathers cumu down; aye, lns
of the mothers out-sprung;
Ths children are old In their ways In
years tliey are lrightiuiiy young:
Some are hut Innocent babes, 'coddled,
nilHciilileil. untiLiiff lit.
kmi are but mischievous boys trying
, until they are caught.
Some have the Instliu-t of old, the rage
of the beast In their breasts;
All are the victims ot wrong Ignorant,
nunian behests.
Watch on their faces the hope! Dull eyes
grow brlKht at a work,
i Freedom Is dear! Will he yleld7 See
, how each bosom Is stirred.
Wo one has told them of love. No one
hAs tnturht them of wroiiKl
Will the Judge send them away or back
wnere tnoy rigntiy uoiongr
Glance from the baby fnco hero! See
you tne motner wno norer
Has sho a heart In her breast a soft,
milslne thine that Is sore?
Wanton nnd cruel her face, her attitude
carelefs of aught.
Coldly she bids him "Away!" her child
an unloved and uniaugni.
Bred In the hone It would seem! Swiftly
von nnle at the scene.
Twlxt human parent nnd child why
should a court Intervener
Who are the creatures Hint bear? What
are the laws tliey obey?
Shall there be more, live, anil more, when
these nave passed on tncir way;
Toil who have smiled en a child beloved
by a woman nnd mnn,
Watched o'er with tendeicst care since
' Its existence began,
Oo fill your eyes with this shnme! This
court oy necessity pinnneu
Then say to me, If you can, that ours Is
a civiuzea inna:
I.urnna W. Sheldon, In the New York
Times.
Youth's Respite.
By Adela Louise Kimball.
Like the sudden, unexpected stop
ping of a well-regulated clock, Bar
rett paused abruptly, then Bat down
to think. The fact that he was let
ting the world hasten by while he re
mained Inactive seemed to pull down
all the stable foundations of his life.
Why must he hurry? Why had he
rushed, crowding and straining, for
nearly 10 years? A whirl of questions
urged down upon him, lashing In
ft open derision. What had he gained?
A little wealth, a little prominence.
What else?
He realized dimly that this was his
first long breath for many years, yot
knew) ithat each moment of deep
breathing must be followed by the
quick, sharp pants of a runner strain
ing for the goal.
He had let the car go by, tne same
n3s,r which he had taken for 10 years,
then he leaned back and watched the
elock. He checked oft the moments as
they flew, his mind performing the
tasks whldh should have been allot
ted to each. His body was Impassive,
yet his brain remained active and
alert
He arose -suddenly and paced the
room, stopping abruptly as he faced
Ills reflection In the mirror. For the
first time in many years he looked
npon himself with seeing eyes. He
liad given casual glances, sufficient
lor the straightening of a tie, but this
.was his first actual -discerning look.
Trom 20 to 30 Is a long leap in a
nua'B life, it carries him to and be
jond the full essence of his youth.
To "have lived It, as a machine, work
tag, grinding, grasping, was to have
ost 'hold upon something fleeting and
Illusive.
I three days he would be 30. In
.but three days then be must grasp
Touth In Its fulness, that It might be
Ills, either to lose or to hold.
At first he was confused and Impo
tent. He sought the essence of youth;
but where should he bend his seek
ing? It did not lay within him, he
must find It beyond himself and draw
rt into the warped, hardened walls of
ills storehouse.
He looked from his window, down
upon the rushing of life beneath with
vague singing In his heart and the
day became filled with a new, keen
whirl and spent a long, breathless
est He plunged at once Into the
day In the heart of the city. He dined
luxuriously, attended the theatre,
drove, danced and revelled. At night
when he returned to his room he
paused, wearily facing the clock.
'Eighteen hours! But he was no near
er youth.
The next day he remembered VI
Tilan Cameron. He found her where
they had last met, In the great stone
house facing the park.
"Why, John!" she cried. "It's al
most like seeing a ghost"
( "Of what?" he queriod.
! "Of my lost youth."
Barrett winced; her words brought
Wlm nearer the- great change which'
(he found in her. He spent several
tours by her side, watching the vary
ing expressions flash across her face
(rlke a quick changing light. She
seemed to envelop him by her charm,
but at length when he reached home,
dazzled and weary, he knew that this
surely was not youth.
Had It then fled Irrevocably beyond
the eagerness of his grasp? Had he
sacrificed It to the whirling, grinding
Wheels of progression?
The third day of his respite dawned
Clear and warm, with a soft alluring
suggestion of spring. He drew in
deep breaths of the morning air, and
His mind flashed Instantly toward the
freedom of the great spaces. He went
Into tht country and found a fra- -Brant,
budding garden.'
He flung himself upon the warm
arts, and felt the quick stirring of
s blood. His nostrils dilated and
something within him seemed to ex
pand until it became one with the
gentle unfolding of life about him.
Be secured lodgings at the form !
house beyond m.i faced the day with
a sense of exhilaration.
As he wandered in the orchard h
was startled by the calling oi tow,
sweet voice.
"Will you come to dinner now?"
He turned to find himself facing a
vision of youth, youth Incarnate. She
was exquisitely fair and sweet with
deep gray eyes which questioned In a
half timid eagerness. Her hair was
bound in a soft, golden mass beneath
a broad band of ribbon, and her
mouth, fresh as the morning, quiv
ered with the repression of her
smiles.
He assented In a hasty confusion,
and moved by her side toward the
house.
They were to dine alone. She ex
plained that her father was busy in
the fields and that she was his house
keeper. Barrett took his place at the
table and watched the play of her
hands among the dishes.
"This day hps broiiRht new life,"
he said at length, "and blottea out 10
misspent years."
"Hut It must be wonderful in the
cities," she declared eagerly. "I have
never been beyond this."
"It's Infinitely more wonderful
here," erled Barrett, "with the great
sweet freedom and the peace."
"And yet," pine niuwd, "I have
longed for the big things, out there
In the whirl."
"You must not!" he cut in sharply.
"They're hollow. There's notning that
counts. I've toiled and strained for
ten years to gain a little foothold, a
meagre height, and it's only burst
ed bubble."
"Perhaps that's because you have
failed," she suggested shrewdly.
He laughed In an almost fierce ex
ultation. "I hain't failed, but had
won all that I sought. I was rich nnd
had succeeded beyond my hopes. But
what I've won, I toss aside for this,
for the freedom or the great spaces
and for youth."
She was regarding him with grave
wondering eyes and seemed In part
to understand.
"I'm glad," she murmured, "to hear
you say that. The vastness of the
plains had frightened me a little. I
feared that a lire might be wasted
here in so much space. I understand
bettor now."
Barrett leaned forward, looking
deep Into her eyes, and knew that
beneath their gray depths he should
one day find the light of eternal
youth. Boston Post.
GOLD A FAVORITE COLOR.
Much Used In House Decorations and
Dress Accessories.
There is a revival of gold this sea
son, not only In dress accessories but
also In nearly every department of
house decoration.
There are gorgeous gold slippers
and stockings to match, gold embroid
ered veils and long shawls in net
and chiffon cloth, gold turban orna
ments and plumes, belt buckles and
bags. The mesh chain bags are not
new), but the bags composed of a
mass of gold spangles are novel and
decorative. Whatever the foundation
material happens to be it Is com
pletely masked with the gold span
gles. There are stunning bags made on
a foundation of brocaded satin, white
and gold, the latter picked out in
arabesques of gold cord and em
broidery. Most of the designs are
French and as orante as the Louis
XVI. models from which they are
copied.
Old fashioned gold banded china
lies come in again, and to correspond
other table deooratlons are ornament
ed with gold. A new French ware Is
shown in which the foundation of
crystal or porcelain is set in baskets
of French gilt There are rose baskets
for the centre of the table, individual
almond and bon-bon dishes and fruit
diBhes, as well as card trays and oth
er ornamental pieces for the drawing
room.
Toilet articles In bright gold with
out other ornamentation than a mon
ogram are superseding the silver and
ivory goods for those who can afford
them. Gold ' bandied umbrellas both
for men and women are in again and
put the simple mission sticks in evi
dence for the last year or so into the
shade.
In the matter of antique rugs those
having a body or groundwork as near
to gold color as possible are the most
favored and in all the line of fabrics
and textiles for curtains and por
tieres wherever possible gold thread
Is interwoven. Gold or gilded paper
and work baskets are seen, and in
fact all down the line the gold revi
val Is noted. It seems more or less
barbaric, and it is expensive. New
York Sun.
Tuning a Church Bell.
No matter how great may be the
eare taken in making the mold, a bell
fcas to be tuned before it will ring a ,
blear, true note. As a matter of fact,
ivery bell sounds five notes, all of i
which must blend together harmonl- J
ously. If one is the least bit out the
tone will be spoiled. The first of
these notes is produced by the vlbra-1
tlons at the mouth of the bell, the
second by the vibrations a little
higher Up, and so on to the fifth,
which Is produced quite near the top.
As the character Of the sound which
rings depends upon the thickness of
the metal it Is possible by taking
(bin shavings from various places in
the Inside of the bell to alter the Ave
notes until they are all in harmony,
Montreal Standard.
No fewer than 1600 towns and vil
lages in Germany still own,' and have
owned, down from the middle ages, I
so much common land that their In-'
habitants pay neither rates nor taxes. '
ComeUHunters Emotions
f
J rr i r l .
oy rrvjessor nuroia jacooy
BHE process of comet-hunting Is perhaps the most fascinating
branch of practical astronomy. If there still lives among
us moderns one only survivor of the traditional astronomer,
one patient expectant lover of the skies, seek him among
the comet-hunters. For to-ay, as of old, you will find him
perched on some tower, scanning the heavens from duBk
to dawn, sleepless, almost hopeless of success, yet ever sup
ported by the thought that perhaps he, too, may add his
chapter to the story celestial. Let us follow him at his
work. Suddenly he sights a faint patch of hazy light; is for an instant uncer
tain, yet trusts thnt his eye deceives him not; another minute, and a larger
telescope has made him sure; it is there. He hurries to his library; consults
Herschel's catalogue of known nebulae. He finds the place in the book;
down the page runs his eager finger; there Is nothing recorded at that exact
spot on the sky; It must be a comet. Yet even Herschel's careful scrutiny
was not so very Infrequently at fault. As yet there la no certainty; he must
apply the final test.
The larger telescope Is now brought Into play. If this Is truly a comet it
must be changing Its position with reference to the stars. Probably half an
hour will serve to settle the question to nn experienced eye. The minutes pass.
I there motion or Is there not? He thinks there is. Now he is almost sure
there. Yes. No mnn could remain Impassive. His pipe goes out; he forgets to
smoke. Another quarter-hour makes assurance doubly sure. Success Is his.
But now he Is seized with a new fear: Is he the first, or has some other
anticipated the discovery? There Is another tireless comet-hunter who lives
in Vienna. Perhaps even now word Is on the telegraphic cables. There Is need
of haste. The astronomer runs to the telephone, calls long distance, and
asks for the Harvard Collrge Observatory, which Is the central distributing
station for announcing new discoveries. They tell him calmly that they
have beard nothing; that the discovery will be at once verified, and made
known by cable and telegram In every observatory throughout the world
before morning. Our nstronomer goes to shut up his telescopes; he will work
no more to-night; but he sways a little as he crosses the room. Harper's
Weekly.
HUM
American Girl Does Not
Have to Marry for a Home
Ey Mrs. Gilbert Jones,
Founder of the New York Jlnti-Suffraye
frV ra. ryw
Movement
DO not believe thnt
a home. There are
She is welcomed In so mauy capacities. She can enter bus
iness or a profession or the arts and more than holdl her
own. Why should she
beauty and charm,
her Its best opportunities for Buccess wby should she de
liberately sell herself for the home she can earn so much
more easily? She doesn't do It she's no fool.
Her financial Independence Isn't
a bit of It I have studied! different classes of professional women, and I know
the statistics. Take the case of women doctors. A great majority are mar
ried, and a good woman doctor Is always financially Independent.
I think that it's the ltttlo god Cupid who makes most of the marriages
at least that's the way It Bhould be. For the ideal marriage, there is a be
ginning of love and a development of the warmest, BweebeBt, firmest sort of
friendship. People must be chums as well as sweethearts In order to stand
constant association happily. My husband and I are perfect pals. He has
his faults and I have mine, and each of us knows what they are but we've
always been so very happy. When
ary not long ago I asked htm, "How does it happen that we've always got on
bo well, dear?' And he said, "It's because we each know how to be tolerant"
That Just expresses It and It's our combination of love and friendship which
has made this possible.
MUM
i
Six Children
u tjii t Ti.
nut' mju&vii uuinaa c ma t
Cause of Poverty
Ey Lurana
IS
LITTLE more straight out from the shoulder talk to the
poor creatures who will propagate their kind in half-dozen
batches and then expect sympathy for their wretched con
ditions may some day awaken even the lowest to some
Bonse ot their own responsibility.
For many years the writer has tried with voice and pen
to teach that overproduction of humans was the source ot
most of the poverty, drunkenness and misery in the world,
' but It takes the school of experience to instil the lesson.
Live In the hospitals and see the mothers who come there! Live in the asy
lums for orphans, monstrosities, and Incurables for a time and study the re
sults ot matrimony! Visit the millions of homes of poverty and hear the
story of the cause of discourageent, poverty, and Illness! It is once tie
voice of Ignorance that still babbles ot large families, and only the pen ot
the willfully blind that writes of environment as a more important factor
in child raising than Inheritance! It Is a gratifying thing to bear one's long
possessed theories on the lips of the wisest in the land, even though there
is some exasperation over the bestowal of all the praise upon these tardy
thinkers. Eugenics the stepplngstone to something better! Race culture
the beginning of the blessed end!
A little later on will come hygienics, common sense, and. self-control
for the masses, and then soon we shall have something like a civilized Nation!
M M
Our Responsibility for
Liberia
Ey George Sole
ND so Liberia, the Black Republic of the Dark Continent,
i looks across the ocean to the rloh and powerful nation
out of which her national fathers came, after whose govern
ment her own is patterned, whose ideals and forms of
thought singularly abide among her people, asking the aid
of that nation's wisdom and experience In the solution ot
her problems. And the ground of her plea Is all contained
In the good Bishop's wordit "We are here because you sent
us here." All that Is Implied in this claim of the Bishop
jj A
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has been fully recognized by the United States, notably in the able letter of
Mr. Root to President Roosevelt, on the basis ot which the President asked
for the appointment of a commission to investigate Llberlan conditions on
the ground, Mr. Root declares "that the conclusion reached by the State
Ee"pa533Bfint Is quite clear, that UUfrla Is very muqfh. In need of assistance,
that the United States can help her substantially, and that It Is our 'duty
to help her." World Today.
any n.odern American girl marries for
too many other avenues open to her.
with all her talents and ability and
and with nil the world ready to give
going to stop her from marrying not
we celebrated our twenty-flftfi annivers
k a
iWasV
1
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4
IV. Sheldon
tt
TfOR. BOYS
i To a Boy.
Dear bny, I quite admit your attitude
1 warranted by every fact and figure;
I know 'tis with no thuught of being rude
You emphasize with rigur
The simple truth, not quite bo badly stat
ed. That you are up to date and I outdated.
You are the coming man and I the going,
For I urn middle aged, you In your
teens.
Mine Is the ebbing tide and yours the
Honing,
With all mat difference means.
I must defer and listen to you humbly
While yo explain what 1 have pondered
dumbly.
To me the ways of life are mystifying,
But thoy present no reticence to you:
I puzzled long, until I ceused from trying,
But your unlllnchJcg view
Expounds without the slightest hesitation
And points the linger ol elucidation.
You set me right In dctnlls when I stray,
Correcting me with kindly condescen
slon. And If 1 thank you (In sarcastic way)
You deprecate the mention.
My subtlest Irony can find no Joint
In all your armor to Insert a point.
Some men, It seems, are born to humble
ness; Borne have It thrust upon them willy
nllly.
Your general tone enables me to guess
How much you think me silly;
Yet your endeavor to direct me rightly,
I must confess, Is always done politely.
So I must learn to take mv nroner cue.
Owning that all my lure Is superseded;
iMieto una obsolete, 1 iuok to you
For culdnnee that la needed.
It must not be that grudlugly or aurly
1 iace tne iact tout i wus born too eariy,
Pall Mall Gazette.
Foolish Words.
Now remember, children," said a
teacher of a primary school, "that a
compound word Is composed of two
simple words Joined by an hyphen."
Shortly after she asked the class
what a compound word was. Little
Jem, with an eager look on his bright
little face, lisped out, "I know, teach
er; It Is two foolish words Joined by
a hypln." Christian Register.
A Wreck.
Last summer we spent our vaca
tion on Long Inland at a place not
very far from Long Beach. I sup
pose you read In the papers about the
schooner Arlington which was wreck
ed oft the coast of Long Island oppo
site this beach. One day a party of
us decided to make an excursion to
visit . this wreck. We reached there
about noon and after having lunch
took a walk to see this large schooner.
It looked very cold and desolate
standing out In the water with the
huge waves washing over it. The
entire middle was covered with wa
ter, and only the front and back were
visible. In a small store on the beach
several things which had been on
board the Arlington were displayed in
the windows. There were book it,
chains, shoes and other things, also
the hymnbook opened to a page on
which was written the hymn "Rescue
the Perishing." The sailors had sung
this song In the last stages of des
pair. Helen M. Henderson, In the New
York Tribune.
An Odd Visitor.
A friend of mine who lives in an
apartment house half a block from
Mount Morris Park found when she
returned from her summer In the
country that she had a new visitor in
the neighborhood. The first day after
she came back she left a few chest
nuts on the kitchen wlndowslH. Going
Into the kitchen a little later, she
saw a squirrel comfortably eating his
breakfast of chestnuts. The little
animal didn't seem to be the least
bit disturbed at her appearance and
continued to nibble. She watched him
until he scampered away down the
fire escape, into the yard, up the fence
and along Its top until he disappeared
In the direction of the park. The next
day the squirrel appeared again, and
was disappointed when he found no
nuts waiting for him. He entered the
kitchen, sniffed around a little, and
then scampered out again. Since then
my friend has placed nuts on the wln
dowslH, and the squirrel has visited
the apartment every morning. Alma
M. Lane In the New York Tribune.
A Hunter In Trouble.
One day last autumn when I was
at a friend's house and we had noth
ing to do he suggested that we go
hunting, to which I readily assented.
The guns wer an o'd double-barrelled
shotgun and an old rifle that had
been used In the Civil War. Both ot
them were muzzle-loaders. The mea
dows where we were going were quite
a distance from where we lived, so we
did not get there till about 4 o'clock.
When we came to the factory pond
my friend suggested that we had bet
ter load up, which we did. After
waiting for about five minutes we saw
a small flock of birds coming toward
us. My friend raised his gun and
fired, and sat down so quickly and so
suddenly that his gun flew out of his
hands to the ground. When I look
ed around he was sitting up rubbing
bis head, and when I saw him in that
condition I -laughed until my sides
ached. The trouble was, he bad put
in too big a charge and had barn
knocked over. He had a sore arm for
a day or two, but nothing more seri
ous happened. F. E. Woodword In
the New York Tribune.
Bargain Lemonade.
Toother day a scorcher I was
meandering down Tenth street a bit
after noon, when a little voice piped
up from the half-shade of a doorway,
"Mister, won't you buy a glass of
lemonade?" I stopped. The lemonade
looked fine; I was dry as a covered
bridge, and the little voice was very
pleasing. So I drank a class and paid
the advertised price 3 cents.
Half a block further on another llt-
ADD
tie voice piped up. "Mister, won't you
please buy a glass of lemonade of ma
too"
"My dear child," I asked reproach
fully of the very little girl beside the
lemonade bucket, "do you imagine
I have nothing else to do but wander
aimlessly around the" street lapping
up lemonade like a dusty antelope or
3 worth of Florida sponge? My In
terior mechanism Is already sufficient
ly aclduous and chilled and but
never mind, give me a glass." And I
poured another measure of the com
pound Into my system and laid down
another 3 cents.
The little vender looked at it long
ingly for a moment, then picked up
one of the pennies and- pushed the
other two back toward me,
"It's only 1 cent a glass," said she.
"Why, how Is that?" I queried, curi
ously. "The little girl up the street
Is selling hers for 3 conif a glass
and it Isn't a bit better tr-v. yours.
"I know, sir," replied the ttle girl'
a conscientious kldlet, as . ou'll see
"but the St. Bernard puppy had a
fit and fell In ours and we thought
we ought to sell It at a bargain."
And I thought so, too after I had
decided that the lemonade might stay
put, after all. Washington Star.
A Happy Rescue.
Norman, Billy, and Lloyd V - play
Ing "express." Norman sat on the high
seat of his big cart, and Lloyd and
Billy were his horses.
"Get up! get up!" he cried, flour
ishing his whip.
Only one of the horses obeyed.
Lloyd was watching something across
the street.
Prince, Norman's new puppy, had
run out or tne yard, and was . , '"g
upon two little girls who wer
ly frightened. The older girl
to run, Dut the little one fell au.. oe-
gan to cry.
"Prince! Prince!" called Lloyd,
"come here!"
"Oh, let Prince alone!" cried Nor
man. "He won't hurt them. They're
sillies to be afraid."
But Lloyd was already trying to slip
the harness over his head, that he
might go to the rescue of the ch'Jdren.
Norman held the reins tight, how
ever, and played his whip about
Lloyd's shoulders.
"Oh, don't!" pleaded Lloyd. "'ftT.- ,
scarea almost to aeath!" iie
to the girls: "Don't be afraid
won't hurt you!" Then he freed him
self, and , ran across.
The younger child was screaming, , i
nrblla tha s,thaf. ti-aa tiirln.r f r n,,f Ii.il
seit netween tne aog ana ner mtie enalt
sister. , ..like
Lloyd soon coaxed Prince 1
meantime striving to quiet 2i; - lane, 1
dren's fears. - r ..'i'"
"He Is only a puppy, and he ''Wants
to play, that's all. He won't bite any
body. He Just loves little bits of
girls like your sister. He is only two
months old."
"Is he your dog?" asked the older
girl.
"Oh, no! But we are friends, aren't
we, Prince?, He belongs to Norman
Stockder. I live across the street in
that house," pointing to a red cot
tage. 'Thank you ever so much," smiled
the girl. "He ran after us yesterday,
and we were so scared; but I sha'n't
be afraid again."
Lloyd returned to play, with Prince
capering around htm, and the girls
walked off down the street, stopping
occasionally to look back.
'If you run away again, I won't
let you be my horse," said Normanj
crossly.
'All right," laughed Lloyd, slipping '
Into the harness. He knew that his
friend's anger wouldn't last long, and
Norman was never quite so cross as
be seemed.
A few days afterward the boys
were going home from school togeth
er when a big automobile whizzed past '
them.
"Wouldn5t you like to ride that
way?" cried Norman.
"Guess I would!" answered Billy.
Lloyd said nothing. He was watch
ing the car. It was turning around
on the brow of the hill Just beyond
now it was coming slowly back. As It
drew near1, he recognized two of its
occupants, the two little girls that
had been so frightened by Prince. The
car stopped by the sidewalk.
"Will you come for a ride?" asked
the older girl, nodding shyly to Lloyd.
Would he! It didn't take him long
to run home and ask mamma, and
then hop In. The car started. He
seemed to be flying through the air!
How delightful It was!
"Pana's going to take us up to Hart
ford, to bring mamma home she's up
there visiting," explained the glrl
"and we thought maybe you'd like to
go, too."
To Hartford! As far as that? "Why,
can we get home to-night?" gasped
Lloyd.
"Oh, yes!" laughed the girl. "It
won't take more than an hour or two."
Then Lloyd settled down to solid
enjoyment; and what a two hours the
next were! Up in Hartford he was
treated to sandwiches and Ice-cream
besides nuts and bananas; and Papa
and Mamma Starr thanked him very
pleasantly for having been so kind to
their little girls.
"I'd have called Prince off If I'd
known they wera Major Starr's chil
dren," said Norman, when Lloyd told
him about the ride. -,
"I didn't know," answered Lloyd,
Innocently. Emma C. Dowd, ia the
Sunday School Times.
i.