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.
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"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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Contraction In Names.
A time-saving generation may be
thankful that the changes in place
names tend to simplification. 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
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Hornsey, which anciently figured as
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Since Introducing the "pay within"
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arrangement of the closed doors and
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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.
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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
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