MY PLEA. Give me, 6 Fate. O Destiny, four walls beneath s roof, A little cash that I may live and living, hold aloof ' From humankind of every mold, whoe cr, wnate er it ne, Who think a mint of hoarded gold can give them power o er mel Give me, 0 Guiding Star, a spot, beneattl yon arching span, Where I can hide, in peace, from tlint espccinl man Who thinks, becnune his prejudice is hard and cold and (Iry, That he is more intelligent, mora versed in truth than 1! Give me, 0 Fortune, some fur place beyond the caper tongue Of him who sits in ignorance upon life a lowest rung! Sahara's wilds, grim solitude, I care not where it he, But let me live where man's conceit I may no longer sec! Give me, O Luck, 0 Circumstance, (ho chance to get away . A thousand miles from that crass chap who has too much to say. Preserve me from the gaMest trait, the over plus of speech 4"roin all who wag their jaws too much I would be out of reach! Luranu W. Sheldon, in the New lork Tunes. THE ORGAN S ST. By III2NE ' Ho was a very old gentleman, at Whom the street boys pointed because t his long locks. He wore them long and curling, like the Bretons in pictures, although he had come from some obscure place In Flanders and was living In a little cfty in the south of France. The people of the neigh boring villages, dwellers by the Rhone, folk of the land of garlic, sun, and wind, asked, when they heard him speak: "Who is that strange .man with the northern accent?" "What! Eon't you know him? That Is the organist of our cathedral." His clean-shaven face had the tone of old Delft faiences, in which a tinge ef blue can always be seen beneath the white enamel. His face was broadly outlined, like a Roman bust. As to his eyes, they were burled un derneath such a forest of eyebrows that only two persons claimed to have een them that Is, really to have Been them. And yet these persons differed In opinion as to their color. "They are dark blue," said M. Fo llolis, the priest of the cathedral. To which the blower of the great Organ replied: "I have seen them oftener than you have, I who blow the organ; they are brown, like the beetles on oak trees." Blue or brown, they had an anxious tenderness when they looked at Cath erine, the only souvenir of the most painful episode of M. Bretwlller's life, his marriage. M. Bretwlller, a musician of the northern school, !whOBe very gayety was pensive, and those enthusiasm was melancholy, felonged to the race of those great fcarbarlans who came down from their forests to sunny, Rome at the time of the invasions. They felt the sun beams delightful upon their helmets, end their hearts were stirred by the glow, which awoke within them a new song. Their weapons trembled In their hands at the sight of the beautiful Roman women, and they Bald to themselves that they would do well to pitch their tents In a land where the olive shades the twofold harvest of grapes and wheat. After their manner, and with great eager ness, they tasted the delights of that foreign land. But to understand Is not to be understood. M. Bretwlller made proof of that truth. His south ern bride had not the least suspicion what a German musician might be; and Bhe died of it. Catherine alone remained to prove that the organist bad been married. She was puny and Ill-favored, as the product of two clashing civilizations. Her hair was too curly, her forehead too low, her eyes, which could not decide between the north and the south, had -the hue of dead embers. Her mouth, bow ever, was exquisite, modeled after an tique types, full add severe, large and always moist, like the Hps of shells which sing the eternal song. She eang divinely. Her father .knew no greater Joy, perhaps he really had no other Joy, than to hear the melodies which he composed come forth from that beloved voice and pass above the mimosas In the garden, borne by the air of Provence, which carries music more lightly than any other air, by reason of habit, of the language, and of the. fragrance of the flowers. He aid to her, simply: "See, Catherine, the greater part of men have not soul enough for two. Tbey have only enough for them selves. Those who have more soul than they need for themselves are the poets, the philosophers, the musicians and the composers. Above all the composers, for they speak the lan guage least ef all subject to restraint, and therefore the most universal. A note has no eountry. A melody is merely the key which opens, the door of dreams in all dialects." He also aald: ' "I know very well that I am not tmderstood, here in the south. All the members of the chapter have the Italian ear. The priest rebels against the fugue. The chapel-master, M. Catbise, may not even know the names of Bach, Franck and Wagner. The air is saturated with Rossini's eavatinas. My great organ, if I would permit It, would play sere nades, all by Itself. Its tremolo is diabolically easy, It is my honor to atrive to implant the German method in this Latin country. I will make it triumphant. It shall reign here some, day, and yon shall hear 'Tristan and yseulf in Avignon, and the 'Phantom Ship' sung in sight of the sea by the nerdsmen of Camargue!" Sometimes they went to walk In the outskirts of the city, npoa the (bare hills where sparse groups of trees point toward the sky. i M. Bret lwiller tried nottt.o hear the Rhone, 'Which whistled an allegro of amazing UAZIN. lightness; he tried to hear nolther the crickets, with their Neapolitan songs, nor the tamarisk shrubs, those un wearying murmurers of lullabies; but when he came upon a pine tree, he seated himself at its foot and took a lesson. "Master of masters," he said, "singer of the north and of the south, seif-sumclng, and evolving the same meditative theme, alike beneath the sun and the fog." But, far more often, M. Bretwlller did not go out. In the streets his tall, bent figure was seldom seen, unless it were on saints' days, half an hour be fore service and half an hour after ward. He walked along, already Im provising, possessed by the idea which developed Itself exuberantly in these moments of exaltation. He saw no one, bowed to no one, and did not know that he had reached his destina tion until suddenly the shadow close to the Roman walls of the cathedral made him raise his head. Then, go ing In by n door of which he alone possessed the key, he mounted the organ gallery, seated himself, threw a terrible glance at the blower, and played a few chords, with his hand and his foot, to test himself. Then, the time having come, he abandoned himself to the charm of his composi tion, a charm which, alas, was con fined to himself. He was no longer bowed down, but erect, solemn, happy. The only person who disturbed him In these Joyful hours was Catbise, the chapel-master, who responded to him wlth'the little choir-organ; Catbise, who played the chants, a pure south erner, and of the blond kind which never knows self-distrust. This Cat bise, who had not composed even a wait, delighted his audience with preludes, sorrowful airs with flowery variations, tearful strains mingled with Tyrolean warbllngs, the art, in fact, of the little Italians who smil ingly play the violin in the streets. Bretwlller execrated him, all the more so because once or twice a year a certain worthy canon,' who had no thought of ill-will, would come to him and say: "How you master your organ, M. Bretwlller! What a pity that you are not always clear! See M. Catbise, a young man with a great future. There is a man whom one can easily understand, and whom one can follow without fatigue!" Catherine consoled her father for the injustice of men. She was the true cause of this sacrificed life. If you could have penetrated the secret of that old artist's soul, you would have seen what no one knew, not even Catherine herself, that If he remained in that southern land, so rebellious to his art, it was not in order to secure the triumph of his favorite composers or of his own works, but to save Catherine, who had been sickly from her childhood. , A physician in whom M. Bretwlller had confidence had said: "It she leaves the south before she is twenty-five years old she will not live." He waited, watching with a growing hope the restoration of this child who had neither strength nor beauty. From year to year he observed new favorable symptoms. She had a faint color in her cheeks. She walked moro firmly. Her voice assumed Without effort the grave full ness which Indicates a robust life. Would she live? And could they both leave the valley of the Rhone, and make their way to the north, Bho, after having passed her early youth, he, before his final old age? When she sang he said aloud: "What a joy to be so understood! What a queen of high art you are!" At the same time he thought: 1 "We will leave them all, these lovers of farqndoles! I will take you far away. You were almost' sentenced to death, and now life smiles upon you." TH flsVcl for. flie They asked for the People's Highway, though never a word they spake; Dim in the wind of their flight, defeatured, unhuman, they spurred. Dim in the whirling dust that they left in their f.ital wake They asked for the People's Highway 1 . . . (The People said never word). They have run down a child; and yet, who will say that theirs was the blame? The child in the road it fluttered as silly as fledgling bird! They turned to the right, they turned to the left, and the child the same lSut they could not stop on the Highway 1 (The People said never a word). They have crushed the old lame man, as home from his work he went Or, was he deaf, that npt at the signal repeated he stirred? He kept the road, in his stupid way he warning was sent But they could not stop on the Highway I (The People said never a word). The People are slow of speech, but their thought is to-morrow's law; And the bolt of their judgment the heavier falls the longer deferred. . . . When the Red Car mocked and the Black Car scowled, and the People sw That they would not stop on the Highway hark to the People's word: "Beggars! a road of their own with their wealth let them build, if they will, Ana leave what is ours to us the right of the plodding herd! ljrt the Red Car lord it, the Black Car race with the Red, to kill y But not on our liiguway. rnu u tne Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty. Eve! She had reached her twenty- fifth year. M. Bretwlller only sought an occasion, and the occasion caine to him without his suspecting it. The rumor spread through the city that M. Catbise had composed a mass' in sol minor for the npproachlng sel omnlty of Easter. At first the organ ist did not believe It. "Sol minor? Sol minor? Persons of his sort only write In mnjor, sir! As far as ho Is concerned, how should he write anything at all, even In a common, hilarious tone? Ho has not an idea. Catbise cannot have com posed a mass; my own In re minor Is not finished, although I have been working on It for fifteen years." It was true, however. When he received the score from the priest's hands a rage took possession of the organist; a rage in which there en tered musical passion and a great deal of jealousy. The priest said: "You will acconpany M. Catblse'a mnss on the little organ, will you not, dear M. Bretwlller? He will conduct." "No, sir. I only accompnny that which exists. Catbise does not exist." His resignation followed on the same day. The organist wrote it off hand, without hesitation, without emotion. He was free. He could re turn to the north and realize his dream of twenty-five years. Only twenty-five years is a great age for a dream. The first use which M. Bretwlller made of his freedom was to go back to the cathedral and to enter the orsan-loft. He tried the haut-hols, which he found of a most superior quality; the celestial voice, which he often used; the trumpet, which did not displease him. Wlthaslgh he said: "Fine instrument, into what hands are you about to fall!" And with the point of his knife he Inscribed upon the largest pipe these words, which I have read: "This organ will think no more." It gave him a strange sen sation to turn the key in the old lock of the organ-loft. As he came down the street from the cathedral he went Into the shop of a mnn who sold hot cakes. He used to buy one every Sunday, as he went home from the great organ. "Adieu, M. Besseguet." "Don't you mean au revolr?" "No, adieu." He did not explain himself, for he was affected. He felt the curiosity of a foreigner In this city which he had not wanted to see during all his life there. He observed the houses, measured with his eyes the trees on the avenues, recognized the passers by, and saluted them with a slow ges ture which followed them. When he came in front of his gar den hedge, he saw a pomegranate blossom which had Just opened. "I shall regret that," he said. He went along between the borders of violets which were so fragrant every morn ing when he settled himself at his piano, and he went past the grape arbors which he visited so gladly In the autumn, until he came to his daughter, feeling less proud than he had exnected to feel. She had al ready approved of everything. She had more things to rerget than he had; but, after all, since he was so eager to leave the country M. Bretwlller was astonished to find that he was held by so many ties to a land which he detested. His nature was insistent. He loved, to go to the bottom of questions. He said: "What matters It to us, here or there? We shall carry with us our happiness, my little Catherine, our dear intimacy which is everything to us." "Undoubtedly." "We shall live In Just the same way." "Good heavens, yes!" "How you sy that! Are you not happy, Catherine?" He thought: "As to me, there are reasons why I should be sorry. But she? ' For twenty-five years I have lived for her alone." Catherine let herself be urged to answer. She hesitated, and ended by saying, without understanding all the cruelty of her words: "I have been loved by nobody but you!" And M. Bretwlller. went to the north, having learned two things In short time; that it is dangerous to try to realize an old dream; but that It is still more so, that it is an absolute Imprudence, to wish to know the in most essence of our happiness. Translated for the Argonaut, by Ed ward Tuckerman Mason. Homestead entries in Canada in January, 1910, were 2698, or twice those of January, 1909. Immlgra tlon from the United States is ex pected to eiceed 100,000 this year. People's Kighwa. S reopie rv m ana w ora. Edith M. Thomas, in ratnam's. LAND-LOVED HARBOR OF ... P. New Type of War Airship. A new type of airship will be added to the German aerial fleet this spring. The new dirigible belongs to the non- rigid system and differs in several Important points from other types. In shape it is similar to a torpedo. The envelope of the balloon Is colored yellow to protect It as far as possible from the action of the sun's rays. Its four cars are directly attached to the framework of the balloon. It will be driven by four Daimler mo tors, each of 125 horse power. It Is anticipated that the airship will be able to carry forty persons. The es timated speed is sixty-five kilometers an hour. A large hall is being built to shel ter the vessel. The airship has been designed by Captain von Krage of the aeronautic battalion, and is ac cordingly well adapted for military purposes. Boersen Courier. If He Had Known. An Immigration officer of the United States tells how two Irish im migrants. Just arrived in this country, were much impressed by a dredging plant at work a few yards from the Government landing. As they watched there- suddenly came Into view, from the channel mud and slime up a ladder to the deck of the dredge, a diver In full panoply. "Look at that man, will ye? came in a hoarse whisper from one Celt to another. "Jlst look at him! Faith, had I known the way over I'd have walked, too!" Harper's Magazine. The nrltlsh Seeker of the South Pole. Captain Robert Falcon Scott, of the King's navy, is to lead the most ambitious expedition ever despatched to the Antarctic. Bled eight feet from the ground a rubber-yielding three of fit ;een Inches diameter gives' three pints of liquid. DESIGNED TD BRING - Vi :. A .'ft ..X. 1 -r 1 sf I f o o '- .... -. The Germans lead the nations keeping apace with Zeppelin by inventing powerful destroyers of air-shipa in the service of hostile nations. As early as 1S70, during the Franco- Prusslon War, the Germans used the balloons which were Bent out by the besieged city of Paris. The pres ent aerial gun Is mounted on a high-powered motor-carriage capable ef carrying ao a full equipment and CATTARO IN DA1MATIA. 'ym$m4 Novel Filing Cublnet. A novel and Ingenious filing cab inet hs been designed by a Michigan man. When closed the device is about the size of an ordinary cigar box, but when open It presents a long row of shelves on which He the va- Everything Seen at a Glance. rlous papers required, and all of which can be seen almost at a glance. The shelves consist of flat surfaces Btrung on cords at each corner. They are arranged to telescope within a box which Is made in two parts, the upper part fitting over the lower, Above this case another cord runs through pulleys In the ceiling or desktop, one end of this cord being fastened to the top of the box and the other end having a weight on It. When the box 13 closed and the front flap fastened up It remains In that po sition, but when the front flap is let down the upper part of the box Is re leased, the weight of the cord de scentls, and the shelves are extended to the full length of the cords on which they are hung. This little in ventlon has the advantage of taking up little room in an office when the hot Is closed and of displaying all the papers on the shelves when It is open. Philadelphia Record. Siamese Headlines. Not all the good headllners are here in Buffalo. We clip the follow ing from the leading newspaper in Siam: ' "Shooting Outrage! O Fearful Agony! Khoon Toy was a man of Langoon, and on his return accident ally shot at by some miscreants scoun drels. Untimely death! O fearful! All men are expressed their mourn ing. ' The cowardice dogs is still at large!" Buffalo News. The Honduras monetary commis sion recommends the adoption of the gold standard. Practically no gold is In circulation at present, but much is exported. DOWN HIGH FLYERS. A, V so far in balloon navigation. Tbey are special cannons for bringing to earth crew. YsCt' ; .f$$ it- ' Food f.o.duu Libby's Evaporated Milk Contains double the nu: triment and none of the impurities so often found in so-called fresh or raw milk. The use of Libby's in sures pure, rich, whole some, healthful milk that is superior in flavor and economical in cost. Libby's Evaporated Milk is the purest, freshest high grade milk, obtained from selected, carefully fed cows. It is pasteur ized and then evaporat ed (the water taken out), filled into bright, new tins, sterilized and sealed air tight until you need it. Use Libby's and tell your friends how good it is. Libby, McNeill & Libby Chicago Large and Small Eggs. Ostriches lay the largest eggs of all birds now extant, according to a writ er in the Scientific American, but the ostrich's eggs would have appeared small beside that of the extinct Mad agascar bird, the epyornls, which smallest circumference. The smallest measured more than 19 inches in it birds' eggs are those of the minute species of humming birds, which are smaller than the eggs of certala kinds of tropical beetles. But the cuckoo lays the relatively smallest 11 be- egg. That Is to say, whUe the Jack cl3 :k- f ia ' daw and the cuckoo are about equal size, the former's eg? is five or six times larger than the latter's. The fact that the cuckoo is wont to deposit its eggs in the nests of birds which, are usually much smaller than Iteelf doubtless accounts for this. The rela tively largest egg Is laid by the kiwi a strange, wingless New Zealand bird. The egg is no lees than five inehe long, although the extreme length ota the b.rd is only 27 Inches. Finance. All successful financial operational begin with the Issuance of as large a amount of stock as possible. Then prices must be raised as high as pos sible, In order to pay as much divi dends as possible. Then ae much more stock ae possible should be Issu ed In order as well as possible to con ceal the dividends and warrant aft additional increase in prices in order to pay the dividends on the additional stock so that It will be necessary to issue more etock in order to conceal the excessive dividends, and so on. No man is entitled to be , called a, philanthropist until he has repeated this process at least half a score of times. Life. The Cost of Milk. According to the figures thus far submitted to the legislative milk In vestigators, the farmers of New Eng land are in reality a noble band of philanthropists supplying humanity with milk at a continued monetary J loss. At the latest estimate the pro- Stable price of milk had been boosted to 10 cents per quart and was still rising. And neither the tariff, the trusts, nor the increased production of gold figures Jn the estimate Is re sponsible for the Increased price. 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