TO HER do to him, ah, to to him, and lift your eyes aglow to him; Fear not royally to give whatever he may claim; All your spirit' treasury scruple not to show to him. lie is noble; meet him with a pride too high for shame. ' 6ay to him, ah, say to him, that soul and body sway to bimf Cast away the cowardice thnt counsels you to llinht, - Lent you turn at last to find thnt you have lost the way to him, Lest you stretch your arms in vniu across a starless night. Be to him, ah, be to him, the key that sets joy free to hfm; , Teach him all the tenderness thnt only love can know, And if ever there should coine a memory of me to hiin, liid him judge me gently for the snke of long ago. . Amelia Josephine liurr, in Century Magazine, IN THEL How George Verner Found Health and a Wife in Southern California. W. R. ROSE, In Cleveland Plain Dealer. The girl lightly swungherself down from her pony an,i ran forward. The .man was lying close to the trail, hla White (ace turned upward,, his arms Btretched out. As the girl knelt be tide him a strand of her black hair fell from beneath her soft, gray hat and touched his face. He twitched bis eyes open. For a moment he was bewildered. S'hen he slowly smiled. - "Howdy, lady?" he hoarsely said. The girl drew back-. , "Aln'tij'ou got any sense?" she brusquely askod. "Very little," he lazily answered. "What's the new proof?" "Lylnout here In th' sun," Bhe eaid. "Come, lift yourself. Here, hook onto this." And she gave him her hand. He was -weak and limp, and for a moment he tottered, but she held to him firmly. "Wobbly," he said, with a quick smile. "Get your bearings," she command ed. "Straighten up. My, but you're ft rag!" , "A mere frazzle," he smilingly add ed. "The next puff of wind may be expected to flutter me along . and hang me on the nearest bush." "Cut out th' poetry," said the girl, 'and brace up. Can you walk now?" He tested his feet carefully. , "They seem to be dependable," he replied. "Whither away, fair lady?" "Drop It," said the girl sharply. "No foolishness. I'm neither fair nor ft lady." She pulled up the straying Crand of her hair as she spoke and eked It under her hat. S His smilingeyeg followed ber .cvements. , "I'm a sick man, be afd; "an ab ject example of masculine helpless ness. Sick men must be permitted to babble. Even at the risk of Incurring your displeasure I shall allude to you as a Diana of the plains." "Plain enough, heaven knows," Bald the girl. "But there, th' sun has got Into your think box. You'll be eeeln' ihings an' screeckln' next. Come." He leaned on her heavily as they moved toward the pony. And the ef fort caused him to cough feebly. "I don't know what's come over me," he faintly said. "I seemed pret ty fit this morning." "It's th' sleepin' in th' sun at noon day. I tell you," said the girl sharp ly. "Nobody but a tenderfoot would do a fool thing like that. Kin you hold on to th' pony?" "I think so," he replied. "I've held on to bigger ones. But where are you takingme, Diana?" "My name is plain Anna," said the sjlrl brusquely. "I'm takin you down to our ranch. Th' cabin is beyond th' Clump o' trees yonder on th' creek. I live there with Uncle Jim. Let me help you." She got blm balanced on the saddle and led the pony down the traiL and across the lowlands to the creek. Pres ently they came in sight of the cabin, ft halt bungalow affair, with wide torches, and flowers and climbing .vines all about it, and with the creek quite a wide and noisy stream splashing along 100 feet away. The girl helped the stranger down and led him to the porch and put him In a big,' clumsy rocker With many cushions', and ran and fetched him a drink.' He sipped the contents of the Class slowly. "I thought I was going to faint," he Bald presently. "That was the reason I didn't have more to say to you. I'm usually pretty gabby. It's fine here." . He looked around with an approv ing smile. The girl whistled to the pony and the latter trotted around the bushes and disappeared behind ' the bouse. Then she took a seat on the single Btep of the porch. "You from th' East?" she asked. "Boston." "Doctor sent you out here, of course?" "Yes. He gave me up, all right. Bald Southern California was my only hope. I came out more to oblige him than anything else." "Come alone?" "Yes.". "No folks?" "Mother. She's abroad." . "Where are you stoppin'?" "Los Angeles. I'm in a sanitarium there. Don't like it. It's lonesome. Been there a week. Don't sleep well Made up my mind to run away this jmornlng. Boarded a train. Got off at second station. Wandered up and down and fell asleep. Then you came." He told this in a series of little 'gasps and the girl studied bis face .While she listened. UNSPOKEN. to OPLN. Hi $ m i i) m 0 w w w ,!t "How old are you?" she abruptly asked. "Thirty-four." "You're young yet." He knew what Bhe meant. "Oh, well," he smilingly answered, "I've seen almost everything worth seeing and I'm pretty tired u. it all." She shook her head. She was con sidering. "What you want is to live out In the open," she said. "Some do get well, you know. There was a girl come down here from Sacramento. Pretty far gone, too. She was th' daughter of an old friend of Uncle Jim's. We put up a tent for her out there yonder by th' old redwood an' there she Btayed. That was five year ago I was Just fo'teen an' she's llvln' yet married an' a mother. She sends me a present every ChrlBtmas, an' some day she's comln' here for a visit an' she's goln' to bring th' kids." The man in the big chair leaned back with an air of profound satisfac tion. "This Is fine," he said, with a little sigh. "There's a healing tonic In this breeze and there's soothing music in your voice. Life seems a rather pleas ant condition just at this moment." And then a little paroxysm of coughing seized him and he struggled for breath. The girl's face was full of pity. "You say you're all alone." "Yes," he gasped. "Mother far away?" "Yes." "That's pretty bad. You may be thirty-four, but you seem like a boy. How would that Idea of the tent out tbere suit 90a?" The Master EFORE performing any act, great or small, ask yourself rjLT tnese Questions aud you will find in your hands the Master Keys that will give you entrance into Success Town: What shall I do? Why should I do this? How shall I do this? When shall I do this? Have a good reason for all your acts and all the powers of concentrated Wealth, Fate, Bad Luck, Enemies, Chiggers, Hook-worms and Unkind Gods cannot prevent you from winning for yourself Permanent and Increasing Success. And success is only another name for Happiness. Thomas Dreior. "It's a great idea," he eagerly Bald. It fascinates me. I ' can pay for everything, you understand. By Jove, this is awfully good of you! But can yon arrange it?" She nodded. "There is only Uncle Jim," she an swered, "an he does whatever I ask him. He is getting a little old an' th' rheumatism is botherin' him, an' he can't get around much, an' bo I know he'll be glad to have you near by." "I'll pay well for all the bother I make," said the stranger in the same eager tone. "We'll see about that later," said the girl. "You won't make much bother you don't look that kind. An' there'll be plenty of help. There's Uncle Jim an' me, an' Marie, that's our cook, an' Jose an' Felipe an' Mar io they're th' Mexican boys that work on th' ranch. 'Tain't as if you'd be altogether lonesome." "And when can I come?" "Just as soon as you like." "To-morrow?" "Yes." "By Jove, I feel better and stronger already! I'm absorbing something helpful by just looking at you. I beg your pardon what am I to call you?" "My name Is Anna." "And mine Is George." k The girl arose. "I am going to get you somethin' to eat," ehe said. "An when you go back to th' city this afternoon Jose shall go with you. He has business there-an' Is a bright boy. He'll see about your baggage for you an' come back with you when you're ready. You must excuse me now, George." ' "Yes, Anna." 1 He laughed suddenlyand the breeze lightly ruffled his hair and the song of the creek was like a lullaby in his ears. When the girl came out bearing a tray he was fast asleep, the smile Btlll on his white face. - She put the tray down softly on a Uttle table. ','Poor tenderfoot," she murmured. "All alone an' with his mother away in foreign parts. It makes me plumb sorry." , And she seated herself on the step and waited for blm to awake. Twenty-four hours later George Verner was settled in his canvas hab itation. It had a board floor, and sides that would' roll up and a place for his books and bis clothes, and ft comfortable cot. "She's a very capable girl," be said. "There ain't anymore bo," declared the old man. For a time the Invalid seemed to Improve a little. He was happy in his new way of living, for the benefit and pleasure of life in the open strongly appealed to him. But nothing pleased him better than to get out Some favorite book and read it aloud to the girl. He had to read carefully to avoid hoarseness, but bis voice grew stronger in time. Anna was a rapt listener, and what seemed very Btrange to him, she loved the authors he loved and Robert Louis Stevenson more especially. "He was a 'lunger,' too," George explained, "and always frail and deli cate yet fuUof hopefulness and helpfulness. But the darkness fell on him at last; fell on bim at a time when be could have still done much for the world he loved so dearly. Why, what's the matter?" For the girl had suddenly risen and gone away sobbing. George Verner stared after her. "I must be more careful," he said. "But It was strange for her to take It that way." So the girl and the Invalid became very good friends. She was so will ing, So gentle, so thoughtful. "I don't see how I can ever pay you for all this care," he told her one day. "As long as you can read those sto ries to me," the girl responded, "I won't worry you for any balance on account. Trouble is they a'n't going to last much longer." George Verner laughed. He could laugli now without coughing. "There are lots of other books," he answered. "I have but to wave my magic pen and lo! they will appearl Next week we will roll up our sleeves and tackle Dickens. You will like Dickens, gentle Anna." She suddenly frowned. "I don't like the name you JuBt called me," Bhe said. "I'm not gen tle. I'm just Anna." And she went away in the abrupt fashion with which be was beginning to be familiar. George Verner had been living in the open for four months and he was none the worse for his experience. In fact he seemed a little Improved. Then one day he was much worse. The change couldn't be explained. Jose was hurried to Lob Angeles with directions to rush back with a doctor. The doctor came and looked at George and slowly Bhook his head. "Speak up," ' whispered George, "but not too loud. I have faced thlB thing so long that it has lost the pow er to scare me." "Then," said .the doctor, "this looks like the last call. Ot course we can't Questions. tell. You may rally. I'll do what ever science can suggest. But it would be wise for you to set your house in order." That afternoon George Verner looked up and asked Anna, who was sitting by the cot, to call her uncle. So Anna brought him in and they sat by George's side, and for a mo ment there was a little silence. "Now, friends," said George, "I've got a little deal to propose to you, and, ot course, you are going to let me have my way about it you wouldn't think of opposing me now. That's out of the question." He paused and caught his breath. "Give me my own time about this. I'll got somewhere presently. In .the first place, I am George Verner, of Bos ton and nothing else to boast of. I am quite alone in the world, save for my mother, who is now somewhere in Italy, I fancy, with my new stepfath er. I have some property property that my mother will never need. She is a wealthy woman and has married a very wealthy man. There Is quite a lot of this property, all ia good shape. The inventory is with the letters and other documents in the package yon der. You are to take charge of all those papers, Anna, wnen when it is necessary. There is a letter there for my lawyer and another for my mother." "Don't," said Anna very softly, and turned away her head. George reached out suddenly and caught her hand. "Stay here," he said. "I'm almost through, and. I'll do the rest ot my talking to Uncle Jim. Now, see here, Uncle Jim, I want to do a square deed before I say quit. I've led a pretty careless end selfish life, and it does me good to think that I've got this chance, Uncle Jim. I want to marry Anna here. Listen. I want her to have all that's mine. I want to make her comfortable for life, and give ber the power to make others about her comfortable. To marry her will sim plify everything. She's been good to me. Nobody ever was quite bo kind and thoughtful. And you see it's just a mere form but a necessary one.: "No, no," murmured the girl. "I'm going to leave the arrange' ments to you, Uncle Jim only they must be hurried. And now, Anna, girl, you won't oppose me, I'm sure. You've humored me all through you must humor me in this. Make it as soon as possible just as soon as pos sible. And now let me rest" Uncle Jim arose slowly, hut the girl suddenly slipped to her knees beBlde the cot and put the wasted fingers to ber Hps, then drew away with a sud den sob. This time It was a clergyman that Jose brought, and in the little tent be married the weeping girl to the sorely stricken stranger. "Just a sick man's whim, reverend sir," George murmured with a brave smile, "and yet one of the worthiest acts he has ever done. Your hand and my thanks, good sir. And your hand, Uncle Jim. And now yours, Anna." He looked up in her face with a bright smile and then the heavy eye lids drooped and he fell asleep his hand held fast in the girl's. He was sleeping quietly the next morning and did not awaken until af ternoon. "What!" he murmured. "Still here?" - And he lay there a long time with his eyes halt closed. "I believe I'm much better," he suddenly said. And from that moment be began to mend. The doctor, being duly sent for, was amazed, but did what he could to conceal the fact. "Science doesn't recognize mira cles," he said, after he had examined George very carefully, "but I'll admit this is a pretty close imitation ot the old fashioned brand. I'm ready to predict now that you are good for a bunch of years. You'll never be strong, but with reasonable care you should outlive many stronger men." So George Verner continued to mend, but not a word said he of that strange marriage. But one day he showed Uncle Jim a carefully pre pared paper. "That's a settlement for Anna," he said. "It's half I've got." The old man shook his head. "She won't touch it," he said. So the weeks passed away, and George Blowly improved, and Anna was still the helpful Anna ot old, but no word was uttered by either con cerning that strange rite within the tent. And then one bright afternoon a surprising thing happened. A lady came down the trail from the high way on the ridge, the sound of a mo tor preceding her coming. She was quite a grand lady, and carried herself with a stately air. George Verner looked up and rec ognized ber and hurried forward. "My son!" she cried and held him fast. "Why, you look almost yourself again, dear. Just think I've come all the way across the continent to find you. I left your stepfather in New York he's not at all well. Can you go back with me at once, George?" George drew back. "Wait, mother." lie turned and looked toward the cabin. "Anna," he cried. Her voice answered him. "Yes, George." She came to blm quickly, but stopped short at sight of the lady. "My mother, Anna. Mother, my wife." "Your wife!" "Listen, mother. Wait, Anna. Mother, there was a time, not very long ago, when I believed my mo ments were numbered. Andthen the desire to do a good act Influenced me to ask Anna here to marry me to marry your son, mother, who was no better than a dead man. Anna had been good to me in a way that noth ing could repay and she could not resist my Jast request. So we were married and I fell asleep with her hand in mine, and when my feet splashed in .the dark wnters she drew me back and held me to the shore and defied the black shadow and that is why I am here to-day, moth er." He paused a moment. "Anna married me through a misapprehen sion, mother. I took what now seems an unwarranted advantage of her goodness. I am willing to make the best amends I can. But just now, mother, I cannot go with you without Anna's consent If she wants me, it Bhe will bid me stay, I will know that all is well for me." He paused again. The mother looked from the girl to her son. "This can be easily arranged, dear son," she said. "Come. I am your mother." And then Anna looked up her eyes blazing. "And I am your wife," she cried and flung her loving arms about George and held blm fast and would not let him go. George looked at his mother with a sudden smile. "Anna wins," he eaid. WORDS OF WISDOM. No poetry was ever written In a dental parlor. Some people would rather Join the crowd than go to heaven. All cats remind us of most women; they think they can sing. No, Alonzo, beads of sweat are not classed as ornaments. Fear of consequences keeps a lot ot men in the straight and narrow .path, Gossip Is due to the tact that the world contains more talkers than thinkers. The sick man who Is able to Bwear at his doctor isn't likely to give the undertaker & job right away. , Even It a woman does fail to enjoy an outing , she always tries to make those who remained at home believe she did. Of course, you know Just what you would do in another man's place, but why don't you do the right thing in your own place? From "Pointed Paragraphs," in the Chicago News. ELECTION WIT AND HUMOR. Candidate and Heckler in English Political Campaigns. More often than not the heckler has the best ot it and Ian Malcolm bits the nail on the head when he says apropos ot the "voice in the crowd," "You are powerless in face ot it; the lilt of your sentence Is ruined. Your withering scorn is turned to laughter and after laughter no retort appears effective." Even Bernal Osborne, the wit of the Victorian age, was nonplussed when after a glowing speech at Wa terford upon patriotism and a sol dier's duty there came a voice from the gallery: "Och, what's the world to a man if his wife's a widow?" Another election story of the Em erald Isle which Mr. Malcolm tells Is that concer"nirig a leading member of the Irish bar who in an eloquent speech upon the woes and injustices of his native land sought to Impress his audience Btlll further by squeez ing out a few tears which trickled over his expansive cheeks. But the sublime was turned to the ridiculous when the wit of the gallery shouted out: "Shure, boys, there's a fine field for hydraulics." This was as disconcerting as the reply made to Sir Richard Temple, who returned posthaste from his duties In India to contest a seat. In the course of a speech he remarked that he "had traveled 8000 miles and surrendered 5000 for the privilege of representing this great constitu ency," and the audience were im pressed until the remark in a loud voice came from the crowd: "Oh, what a . fool!" And the heckler silenced Lord George Hamilton on one occasion when the latter, describing the late Mr. Gladstone as "a political adven turer who always had his eye on the Treasury bench," was met with the shout: "Yes, and he'll have bis body there soon If you don't watch it!" During the last general election a speaker at one meeting was somewhat Irritated by a member of the audi ence who continually repeated, "We won't have our food taxed; no taxes on food." But it was not long before he silenced the interrupter with the cutting remark, "Console yourself, my friend; Joe Isn't going to tax thistles." "The voice" at another meeting ehouted out, "Talk to us in language we can understand," because a speak er bad quoted some Latin phrases. Like a flash came the cry from the platform, "Hee-haw! Hee-haw!" And the heckler vanished. The son of a certain lord was ad dressing a meeting and was inter rupted every few seconds by "the voice" saying, "I'm's good as you; what'Bh the duff'rence 'tween you'n me?" Suddenly the answer came, "One difference is that you drink and don't work, and I work but don't drink." Lord Morley Is one of the few po litical speakers who can silence a heckler with a smiling retort as ef fectively as the famous Campbell, of Monzie, who, when he asked an Edin burgh burgess to vote for him and received the angry answer, "Vote for you! I'd sooner vote for Satan himsel'," sweetly replied, "Yes; but If your friend doesn't stand, may I depend upon your support?" a re mark that earned him a stanch adherent. The fact that a blind man, Mr. Walter King, Is standing as Liberal candidate for one of the divisions ot Somersetshire recalls a story of Prof. Fawcett, who a3 a candidate for Brighton was asked by an elector how he, a blind man, was going to "catch the Speaker's eye" and vote in the right lobby. Mr. 'Fawcett scored ef fectively by replying that he would depend on the kindness of his friends. But, as to mistaking the lobby, he said he might occasionally vote wrong, "but at all events that would not be so bad as your present M. P., who Is always in the wrong lobby, and he does it on purpose!" The an swer was cheered to the echo. From Tit-Bits. The Landlady's Philosophy. By CHARLES R. BARNES. The more folks need3 money the less scruples they carries around with them. Seems as if there's wlmmin in the world that's tro'uble garages. Men will run to some wlmmin with wor ries faster than a cop gettin' away from trouble. Wouldn't you be nice and friendly with the butcher if he'd send good meat three times in succession? It takes a nerve for a street sweep er to stop an automobile to ask what time it is. Politics and Wall Street is real chummy. Why do they rub it in on the law yers for beln' crooks when there's so many doctors workln' both sides of the street? Noo York is full of crooked doctors. There's all grades of 'em, from the man that takes a case of rheumatism and keeps it goln' for ten years, at bo .much a visit, to the toller that will kill anybody with slow poison for a thousand dollars. Popular Magazine. And That's Going Some A teacher in a New England gram mar school found the subjoined facts in a composition on Longfellow, the poet written by a fifteen-year-old girl: "Henry W. Longfellow was born in Portland, Me., while his parents were traveling in Europe. He had many fast friends, among whom the (fastest were Phoebe and Alice Carey." 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How much easier to write, say, Wraysbury than Wyrardisbury, Fratton than Froddlngton, Fulham than the Fullen name of the Saxon Chronicle. An odd state of things exists in London's northern suburb, where the older spell ing and the present-day form are found side by side. How many of the work ing class population of Harrlngay, on the Great Northern line, are aware that the name is but a variant of Hornsey, which anciently figured as Harlnghee, Harlngey and in ft few other like spellings? London Chron icle. Try Murine Eye Remedy For lied, Weak, Weary, Watery Eyes and Oranulated Eyelids. It Soothes Eye rain. Murine Eve Remedy Liquid, 250 and 50O. Murine Eye fcalve, 25o and 11.00. Big Game Plenty. Pennsylvania is a large state, with plenty ot mountain territory, and it Is declared by the state game commis sion that the number of bears killed there in recent years has surpassed that of the deer. During last season between six hundred and eeven hun dred bears were killed. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, 25c a bottle. Accidents Reduced on Cars. Since Introducing the "pay within" cars In Philadelphia the number ot ac cidents to persons has decreased '74 per cent. This is attributed to the arrangement of the closed doors and steps, making it impossible for pas sengers to get on or off when the cars are moving. Dr. Pierce's Pellets, small, sugar-coated, easy to take as candy, regulate and invig orate stomach, lirsr and bowels and core constipation. 21 Young Men of Today. The young men of 1910 are appar ently better developed physically than were the youngsters of 18C4. That fact is brought out by a table comparing the Yale seniors of 1910 with Yale and Harvard seniors who were exam ined in 18G4. The averages show that the young college man of today is Just a little bit taller, is considerably heavier and has better muscular devel opment than did the college man 'of the Civil war period. The change Is naturally attributed to the present love of outdoor sports and exercises. It appears that 88 per cent of the pres ent senior class at Yale are taking reg ularly some form of systematic exer cises, either by playing healthful games or by training in the gymna sium. These figures and statements are all in relation to" college students, hut could similar comparisons be made it would probably be found that the boys of today are in better physical condition than were the boys of half a century ago. Portland Press. Size of Antarctica. It is a somewhat curious tact, if it is a fact, that the last of the terres trial continents to be explored is the largest mass of raised land in the world. The concentration of attention upon the South Pole since Commander Peary landed the other end of our axis makes it highly probable that the antarctic antipode will soon be dang ling rrom some explorers oeic inci dentally, the south polar continent will be opened, if not to the settler, at least to the mapmaker. We already know something of its fringes at a few points, and Lieut Shaekleton pushed into it south of Mounts Erebus and Terror for several hundred miles, but the greater portion of its surface is still terra incognita. Collier's Week ly. A Breahfast Joy Sweet,' Crisp, Golden-Brpwn Post Toasties Ready to serve fromfthe package.wjth; cream-0 cookfog necessary.; " "The Memory Lingers Pks. 10c and 15c P08TUM . CEREAL OTA.' tTBL Battls Crack, Mich..
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