THR LIQHTH0U8H.
&tt the sea a tower of stone,
sustsblne and In storm,
Binum tn Its strength alone,
A solitary form, .
Vsasadfast form, though wild the night,
calm, untllnohlnc eve
With a brlffht Rtlrt nhpHnff llrht
.The ships that pass It by.
I "WILLIAM VOGEL."
(i fft VIP . an I ' us . e . a "
j now a writer or Books
it '
3 (W. R. Rose In Cleveland Plain Dealer.)
'i ' '
The man at the library table laid
'tfown the small volume he had been
rtniling and looked at his watch
"By George," he muttered, "I
'clock. That's certainly a queer
.ftook. Let me see what was It he
,aid about dual 'personality?" He
.picked up the vofume and turned bark
a few pages. "Here It is." Ho held
Hhe book under the light of the stud
tart lamp and slowly read a para
.graph.
"The normal man has a double per
wnarity. There fs himself as his
.ricnti3 know him. This Ic the actual
man to outward appearances. Then
there Is the man the- man knows
the man of the actual man's Imasin.x
tion the man of his dreams the
wan he would like to be the man
lie envies. If the actual man be mild
and irresolute the man of his dreams
is bold and firm. If the aotual man
e timid the dream man Is heroic. If
Pie actual man be bold and resolute he
'will create a creature who possesses
the milder virtues he lacks. Can this
4remn Ideal be crystalized Into Borne
thing real, can it be moulded into
the character of the actual man? Can
the actual man so concentrate his
Vmaghts upon this double that he
eaa bid It 6tep from the gilded frame
of fantasy and then amalgamate It
jilk himself rounding out his person
aHty and filling In his deficiencies? 1
ay yes. I bid the actual man experl-
sent with Ms double. Try It on some
Brazil detail. Do as the other man
would do. Try It."
We reader laid down the book.
that's queer stuff," he muttered.
He looked at the title page, "Duali
ties, by William .Vogel, eh?" He clos
ed Hie book. "You are an adept at
writing nonsense, William," he said.
"Of course I know the man you mean.
To are right about that. I know
rm mild and Irresolute and he's bold
end firm. I've thought about him a
good deal. I'll admit I envy him and
often wJsh I had some of his cour
age. Now that you tell me there is
something substantial about him, Wll
Str&jfc vogel which is foolish, of
corse I'm going to honor you by
Kivlng him your name." The man
sxMenly laughed and was about to
turn down the light when he paused
and picking up the book took it to
the bookcase and dropped it behind a
W of books. "I don't care to have
Angle bothered by your philosophy,
Willtam," he said. He paused a mo
ment by the table. He was a slender
anas of medium height, a man of 49,
Bght haired and pleasant faced.
He turned out the lamp and went to
feed.
ACh the breakfast table the next
morning he looked across at his dark
aired little wife.
"I'm Btlll in quandary, my dear,"
fce said, as he put down his coffee
up.
' "Over that Edwards tract?"
"Yob, my dear. I don't know
what to do about it. I wish I had
wore confidence in myself. I'm so
afcamofully irresolute."
The little wife shook her head at
ftlm.
. "Now, John Sinclair," she said,
"yon mustn't worry. It upsets you
o. Let the tract go."
Ho arose from the table.
"I'm going to consult William Vo
'cet about It," he euduenly said.
"Who is William Vogel?"
"He's the mE on my floor in the
tame line of business."
"Well, don't be rash,"
"Rash!" repeated John Sinclair, at
toost bitterly. "I never was rash in
my life. Goodby dear."
When he came home to dinner the
watchful little wife saw that his
face was flushed; and his eyes shin
ing.
"What Is it, dear?"'
"I'm pleased over a little Inci
dent that happened on the elevator
in our building tonight," he answered.
The elevator man is a surly feliow,
Wg and bull-dozing and everybody
ftas seemed afraid of him. But I
dad William Vogel with me in the
car and when the big brute growled
aomethlng Impudent to a little type
writer girl who got on at the tenth
Jtoof William opened up on him hot
ad heavy. I never heard a more
peppery dressing down. The fellow
took it like a whipped puppy. And,
ay, yon never saw a man more
yicased than William Vogel was
wAien that little typewriter girl,
with tears in her eyes, thanked him
protecting her."
Els wife looked at him curiously.
Ton seem to think highly of this
Mr. Vogel," she said.
"I've admired, him for a consider
able time' John Sinclair replied, and
Ida face suddenly flushed. "To
narrow he is going to 'hear all about
that Edwards tract."
"Do you have so much confidence
ta 11m, John?" "
He wuldanly smiled.
Its foot la firm whra Mire sV3
With never-wearying care
ft silent marks the hidden rock
For all who venture .there.
So. hen against him billows beat,
Or ortvm-K wlnH are hurled.
A ilmni mon ihntHa ntl ilairiv flt
A clear face to the world I
Wm. Woodward.
l aught John Sinclair to He xj.
m
"I don't know him very well yet
he said, "but I'm sure I'm going to
like him."
That night after his wife had re-
tired, John Sinclair brought out the
little volume and looked it over.
"I think better of you tonight, Her
vogel,' he said in a low murmur. "I
think so well of you and your dual
Itles that I'm going to test you still
further."
And he laughed and hid the
book and went to bed.
The next day he was busy at his
desk when a dark little man ' with
stooping shoulders entered the
room.
"How do you do, Mister Sinclair?
ne sam witn a strong foreign ac
cent.
John Sinclair looked tip and the
little man bowed low.
Hullo." said John. "You here
again? What's wrong?"
"Nothing iss wrong, Mister Sin
clair, sir. I drop In when I am so
near. It iss for the grettlng I hopo
you are healthy, Mister Sinclair, sir.
"I am' quite well, thank you."
"You were so kind when the pay
ment on the (house was not to the
day settled, that I am pleased to
give you the little book with the
money for which you so kindly
wait. Did you like the little book?"
The dark man looked at John
Sinclair expectantly, with his head
very much on one side.
"It's a curious little book," John
replied.
"It iss a wise little book," said
the caller. "I am Gnliclan. Herr
Wilhelm Vogel iss Prussian. But
he iss known of Galicia. At NovitZ'
burg there was a sick Englishes
He liked Herr Vogel's book. He
said. 'I will write it into English and
have It printed into English. It iss
a wise book.' So he wrote it into
English and it was in the print shop
and on the press when the fire broke
out such a fierce fire and the what
you call sheets were burned, only
two of the sets escaping. And the
one is mine which now iss yours.
And the other iss in the big library
'by Novitzburg for the Englisher is
dead."
He had spoken quite rapidly and
with many jestnres now he sudden
ly paused and again looked expectants
ly at John Sinclair.
i tnnnk you, sain the latter. "The
book is interesting."
Read it again, Mister Sinclair, sir.
You find it helps you. Vogel knows.
I wish you, well Mister Sinclair."
But he was back again in a moment,
"Keep it to yourself, Mister Sin
clair, sir. It iss not well to have a
wise book for everybody. It iss for
you. Mister Sinclair I wish you well."
John Sinclair stared at the open
doorway, but this time the little man
did not come back. John suddenly
laughed.
"It appears that I possess half of
book. Only two copies are knowu
to be in existence and both can be
traced.
He laughed again and returned te
his work.
That night his face beamed upon
his wife as shoi opened the front door.
"A little late, my pet," he said as he
fondly kissed her, "but you will ex
cuse the delay when I tell you what
caused it. ' Really, it's too good to
keep. I must tell you now."
"But the supper, John."
"The supper can wait."
The little wife stared at him.
"Why, I hardly-know you, John
dear. You soem taller and bigger.
And you speak so commandlnly.
What has happened to you, dear
John?" .
He flung dowc his hat and outer
coat. ,
"I'm elated dear. I'm drunk on the
elixir of good fortune. I'm on very
good terms with myself. That's the
explanation."
' The little wife looked at him anx
iously. "Sit down, dear," she said. I'm
afraid you are not well. You look
feverish."
"It's the gold fever, my dear girl,"
he laughingly cried. "I've bought the
Edwards tract."
en extremely limited eaition of a rare
Her eyes opened wider.
"But I; thought that Would make
you very serious it meant such a
heavy burden." .
"Do I look serious?"
"No, John."
"Am I bending beneath a. heavy
burden?"
"I never saw you stand so straight,
dear biit I don't like the way your
eyes glitter."
"They're Justified in glittering, my
dear, sit down and stop looking
scared. I'm going to tell you in words j
of one syllable, as far as possible, all !
about it.
She sat beside Mm and smoothed '
am forehead gently with her little
hand. . v
"It's very hot, dear."
"You fussy little woman," he cried.
and gave her a bearlike hug. "You
can't look upon me in any other light
than as a child that needs coddling,
can you? Never mind. There's
Btory to. tell and a dinner to be eaten
And there'll be no dinner until the
story is told." He paused and sud
denly chuckled and the round eyes
that anxiously watched him grew big'
ger. ."You know how that Edwards
tract has worried me. Well, I put the
whole case up to William Vogel this
morning, William didn't hesitate,
William you understand is bold and
resolute, I am slow and timid. We
wrangled there all alone by ourselves
and William won. 'Buy at once,' said
William. I still hung back In my ir
resolute way. 'At once,' cried
William. I had the option on the
tract and the other papers in my
desk. I rushed out Imagine me rush
ing, but William was there to hurry
me on. I had the papers and a cer
tified check it cleaned out my bank
balance at old Garljngton's office at
2 o'clock and fifteen minutes later
the tract was mine. There!"
She looked at him with a loving
smile.
"I'm glad you've 'bought it, John,
but you mustn't let it worry you
He shook her playfully.
"No more of that. Angle. Why
shouldn't I be worried? Am I some
thing precious that must be kept In
Jeweler's cotton? I'm going to worry
all I want to worry. It's good for me,
The man who never wories Is like a
torpid snake. No action nothing
but digestion." 4
He laughed loudly at her astonish
ed face.
"You you haven't been drinking,
have you, John?"
"Nothing but a little inviRorator
that William Vogel gave me. No, no,
I'm all right. And I'm certainly not
going to worry about that Edwards
tract because I've sold it."
"Sold it, John?"
"Sold it to the demons Realty Co,
They bought it within an hour after it
came into my keeping. They had
hesitated Just as I did. When it was
sold they knew they must have it.
They offered me $2,000 bonus. I de
manded $5,000."
Five thousand, John?"
Yes. Think of it. If it hadn't been
for William Vogel I would have been
glad to let he whole thing go for
the $2,000. And say. Angle. I got
the $5,000. Five thousand good hard
dollars made in one short hour! Hav
en't my eyes a right to glitter?" He
suddenly caught her up and waltzed
about the room with her.
She stopped, half laughing, half cry
ing to catch her breath.
'And Mr. Vogel's commission,
John; how much will that be?"
"I'll fix William Vogel all right."
Jie said. "William will be very rea
sonable. I'm going to give him a
good dinner for one thing. Come
along."
And he playfully dragged the little
woman to the waiting table.
That evening John Sinclair his
wife had stepped out of the room
playfully shook his fist at the row
of books bohlnd which the little vol
ume was concealed.
"I take it all back, William," he
said. "You're a brick."
The next afternoon John Sinclair
came home early and went house
hunting with the little wife. They had
long talked of moving and now the
sudden accession of wealth decided
them to lose no time.
"Funny thing happened today, my
dear," Bald John after they alighted
from the car In the East End. "I
attended a noon meeting of the real
estate board I'm a pretty regular at
tendant, anyway and Intended to be
as quiet as unusal. But there were
some things that happened during the
session there Is an Intense rivalry
on between the Thompson Jaffray fac
tions both Thompson and Jaffray
want the presidency and it irritated
me to get up and say something, I
didn't hesitate. I noticed that every
body looked surprised, but that didn't
seem to scare me. I know ! went
at them hammer and tongs. I had
to say somo things that were not at
all pleasant, but I said them with all
the earnestness there was in me. And
say, when I stopped for breath thert
was a general cry of 'Go on, go on!'
Well, I went on and kept up steam
to "the bitter end. And when I fin
ished there was a whole lot of noise
and Jim Billings I though h never
liked me came up and shook my
hand and said, 'Good for you, John
that's the kind of stuff we want
and why haven't we heard from you
before?' And then a good many of
the members came up and said it was
a fine talk and a lot more pleasant
things, and I held quite a reception."
The little wife's eyes were shining
with pleasure.
"That's fine," she cried. "But only
think of your making a speech like
that?"
John didn't smile.
"That Isn't all," he said. "At 2
clock Jim Billings called tae up.
'John,' he said, 'we are going to end
this petty war in the board. I've got
Thompson and Jaffray both here in
my office and some of the other boys,
and we've agreed that we must have
compromise candidate for president,
and you're the unanimous choice. It's
all settled, you understand, and I've
merely called you up on behalf of the
crowd to congratulate you. Goodby!"
He looked at the little woman.
"I I'm awfully proud of you, dear,"
she stammered and her eyes filled
with happy tears.
He suddenly laughed.
"Don't forget the credit tha due
to William Vogel," he said and laugh
ed again. .
Two nights , later John Sinclair
came home an hour after his usual
time, and the littlo wife met him with
a worried face. When he finally ap
peared he had his left band and an
arm carefully bandaged).
"There, there, little woman," he
hastily cried. "It's all rfBht. Just
a slight burn, that's all. I've had it
dressed. An accident, yes. How did
it happen. Why. William Vogel was
was experimenting along a new
line. He's no more to blame thnn I
am. Don't say another word about
It. It's William Vogel's affair you un.
derstand. And I'm as hungry as a
bear."
And that was all there was to it.
John said no more about the acci
dent, but otherwise was talkative and
cheerful, and the little wife wisely
forebore to question him further.
He was. in excelcnt spirits, too, the
next morning when he departed, not
withstanding the bandaged arm.
Soon after he had gone the bell
rang and the little wife answered it,
A small boy was at the door, a small
boy who handed her a -bouquet and a
letter and then hurried away. And
this is what the little wife found in
the letter, which was unsealed:
"Dear lady, I am sending you this
because I don't bolleve your man is
the kind that does himself credit
when he talks about his doliiRS and
what he told you I don't know, but
these flowers are for him and I wish
they were much finer, and tlUs U how
It happened. I was careless with the
gasoline nnd my Mamie got too near
and was afire In a moment. And
when I ran to her I was allre too. I
screamed and your man was passing
along the street and heard me cry
out and ran in like a flash and beat
out the fire and fought It like a crazy
man and caught up my Miimle and
saw how much she was burned and
ran down into the roadway wi'h her
and shouted at a passing automobile
driver and made him stop nnd Jump
ed in with Mamie nnd called to me
to follow and away we went for St.
James Hospital. A policeman tried
to stop us and your man swore at
the man something dreadful and held
up the child and we didn't stop. And
when we got to the hospital the doc
tors said we got there Just In time
and Mamie would live and they saw
how bod you man was burned he
tildn't know it and they fixed him up
and he hurried away when I tried to
thank him. But one of the doctors
knew his name and I'm sending him
these flowers because he saved ray
baby's life and your lucky to be the
wife of such a good and brave man.
Your respectfully, Hannah Moreland."
That night when John Sinclair
came home the little wife gently drew
him Into the library and stooping sud
denly kissed the wMte bandage.
"John dear," she tremulously said,
you have deceived me shamefully.
There Is no William Vogel It :s Just
you."
"Don't take him away from me,
dear," cried John with a queer laugh.
I need him. He's my better part.
Spare him. Besides you are wrong.
There Is a William Vogel."
He hurried to the bookcase and
drew out the little volume.
"Here," ho cried: "Here is Wil
liam's godfather, heaven bless him!
Read that, my love." i
And ho laid tho precious volume in
her hands.
8hlp Brakes a Success,
After five days' trial of the new
brakes which had been fitted to her
sides, the battleship Indiana put lin k
to the Philadelphia navy yard, her
officers all expressing satisfaction
with the way tho brakes had worked.
Both Captain Sherman, in command
of the ship and Captain Thomas, who
came here from Washington to make
the test, said that they wero well
pieased with the results obtained.
Captain Thomas said the Indi
ana had cruised along the Delaware
and had tried tho brakes under nil
conditions. While it takes the or
dinary battleship considerable time
to stop, even with engines reversed,
Captain Thomas said that, equipped
with the new brakes, tho imHar.a
was able to stop within half her
length.
The big brakes are of metal and fit
ted to each 6lde of the vessel. They
are operated by levers in the engine
room, and when the order is given
can bo made to extend perpendicular
ly with the ship's sides like a pair of
wings. New oYrk Tribune.
Almost Universal Prayer.
"Among the late Bishop Foss' anec
dotes about prayer," said a Philadel
phia Methodist, "there - was one con
cerning a very original, Norristown
preacher.
"This preacher, In the course of a
long prayer one Sunday night, re
counted the many misfortunes and
evil3 that had befallen him in the
course of his long life. Then, sigh
ing heavily, he prayed.
"Thou hast tried me with affliction,
with bereavement and with sorrow of
many kinds. If Thou art obliged to
try me again, Lord, try me with the
burden of wealth." Detroit Free
Press.
When He Shakes Off the Chains.
"McQoozler, the first baseman, Is
putting up a big holler because base
ball playerB are slaves."
"Is he? What's hb salary?"
"Thirty-five hundred."
. "Well, if he quits being ,;'Ce' he
has his old profession to fall , ack on."
"What's that.?"1
" "Washing bottles I na pop factory at
$7 a week. Cleveland Plain Dealer,
v
The Runaways.
JL1foun,d f I'ttle brook one day,
That baby brook had run away:
J was Just as wide as my two hands;
4 - i pp.d .alonK 'er yellow sands,
A? 'm..,1' .tW08 ,u" ' "m and play,
Iho littlo brook that ran away.
The baby clovers bent to look
Ana See their faces In my brook;
Now some wore bonnuts, red 1 think, "
And some, white bonnets, tipped with
pink. ,
Their cloaks were green as green could
be.
They nodded slow and grave at me.
A blrrtio came with yellow bill,
He dipped his head and drank his fill;
ihen winked at me with shining eye,
Ihen splashed the crystal drops on high.
ie smoothed his ftiithers one by one
until they glistened In the sun.
fnw a grave old turtle pass
With crawling steps across the grass;
A crow cuwed from tha pine-trees high,
A hawk was circling In tho sky,
And, sunning on some mossy logs,
I counted seven gieen-couted 1'rogs.
Thebrook and I we sang a song,
lhe summer hours wore none too long;
The sun crept westward through the
sky.
I said, "Dear little brook, good-bye!
inen mought, "Oh, what will mother
eay:
Kate Louise Brown, in the Christian
"Where 8he Went In."
A little girl fell out of bed during
tile night. After her mother had nick
ed her up and pacified her, she asked
her how she happened to fall out. The
child replied, "I went to sleep too
near tne place where I went in."
Christian Register.
Tails Useful and Beautiful.
Tailless animals seem greatly to be
pitied. See what uses the lucky
ones put their tails to! Horses, cows,
ana other creatures use their tails as
fly-flappers. Cats, squirrels, and. many
more twist them round their necks
for comforters. The rat has raised
the use of the tall to a fine art, for by
Its means It guides the blind and steals
Jelly; oil and cream out of jars and
Dottles.
The macaco plays as merrily with
Us tail as a kitten does, and the
marmoset, while It sleeps, uses Its
tan as a sort of blanket.
The Ateles monkey and Jaguar fish
with their tails, -and the raccoon
catches crabs with its tall, quite un
like an oarsman. Every one knows
how the monkeys Journey through
pathless forests by swinging from tree
to tree, while the fishes steer their
way through the water by their tall
nns. Our Dumb Animals.
The Sun God's Festival.
When we were travelling in India
we happened to be staying In the city
of Jeypoor while the festival to cele
brate the birthday of the sun god was
going on. They believe him to be
very powerful, and think he is either
good to them, sending good harvests,
or cruel, and destroying their crops
with his fierce rays. So In the spring
they get up a grand procession and
go to his temple and pray to him to
be merciful and considerate. We en
joyed that procession better than any
circus procession we ever saw, and it
would take too long to describe all the
native princes and other things we
saw. First, they went to the temple
of the sun god, who came out to meet
them in a kind of a chariot drawn by
pure white ponies. He was an Image,
about two feet high, with a wax face.
In front of him there was a Hindu
fanning him, so as, to keep him from
melting or being annoyed by the flies
After the procession had passed we
went to visit the palace of an Indian
prince, but I will have to tell you
about it some other time. Violet
MacQueen in the New York Trlb'
une.
The. Sewers of Paris.
Some time ago I spent a summer In
Paris, and among other places of in
terest I visited the sewera, which are
very queer. It is said that Napoleon
III hid hia army in them, but this has
never been proved. The entrance Is
like a subway station, and at the
foot of the steps is a platform, moor
ed against which is a string of red,
flat-bottomed scows. Each scow has
four men, In rubber trousers, who
push boatloads of passengers through
this underground passage. The sew
age water is about three feet deep,
and every little way are small sew
ers which empty Into the big one.
The boats are pushed along for
perhaps a mile, and then a halt is is
mode. In front is an enormous pipe
of fresh water, and on the pipe is a
small car track, with a train of two-
seated cars on it Beneath Is the for
mer place. There are many smaller
pipes of fresh water, which carry the
drinking water to all parts of the
great metropolis. This car track takes
one a little bit further than the
boats. The terminus Is like the en
trance, and Is even more like the sub
ways, because It has the cars too.
Roland Doane in the New York Trib
une. Mattle and Maudle.
As soon as Ethel had said her
prayers, her papa told her this story
one night.
"Hello," said a surprised, pleased
little voice in Maudie's ear.
Maudle almost jumped out of her
little gray skin. She turned arouad
very quickly.
There beside her in Oho truak of
the tree was the dearest. Utile House
Qui, Just abo- Waudle's own age.
"My, you certainly came la a hurry,"
said Mattle Mouse, for it was none
other than our friend, Mattle.
"Oh, I guess I did come in a hurry,"
said Maudie. There was a great, big
gray cat after me.
"Must have been Waffles," said Mat
tle laughing. "I always get away
from Waffles. "He's getting so, old
he can't run very fast."
"He's still outside," said Maudie In
a whisper.
The two little girls peeked out the
hole in the tree.
Waffles was sitting there hungrily
watching, the hole. When he saw the
two little Mouse faces looking down at
him, he came right up the side of the
tree.
"Squeeze way back In the corner,"
said Mattle, "he can't get in, but
sometimes he sticks his paw in." ,
Sure enough first Waffles sniffed and
sniffed in the hole and then stuck hit
great paw in the hole and waved it
all around. But Maudfe and Mattle
were crowded together way back In
the corner Just out of his reach.".
"When he sticks his paw this way
again," said Mattle, "I'm Just going to
give it a good bite."
And Just as the paw came Mattie'e
way she reached out and gave it a
good hard nip.
"Meow, Meow!'' shrieked Waffles,
as he flew away In a great rage.
Farmer Smith in the New York Globe.
A Wonderful Frill.
"The Sandman has been around
here," said Uncle Charles, "and has
already thrown a wee bit of sand Jntoj
wee Elsie's eyes; and Billy boy and:
Ruth look a little sleepy, too.'' j
"Please chase the Sandman away
for a little while, Uncle Charles, by!
telling us a bedtime story," pleaded)
Ruth. j
"I think bedtime stories are just'
grand," chimed in Elsie.
"They suit me, too," said Billy.
"In a big museum I visited, some
months ago," began Uncle Charles,
whoVas always readjr-, to please the
children, "I saw a lizard that had a
frill around Its neck."
"A sure-enough s lizard?1' inquired
Billy.
A sure-enough lizard, replied
Uncle Charles. "It had on, a wonder
ful frill, too much more wonderful
than any frill I ever saw any little
girl wear, even when dressed in fine
frills and furbelows all ready for a
tea-party.
"Now, people who like long, hard
names that make one's jaws fairly
ache, call the wearer of the wonder
ful frill chlamydosaurus; but Its com
mon, everyday name is just frilled
lizard.
"The frilled lizard that I saw In the
museum measured about twenty-four
Inches from the tip of its funny look
ing tall to the tip of its funny looking
nose.
"That is about the length of all frill
ed lizards when they are fully grown.
'The frilled lizard Is of a yellowish-
brown color, mottled with black. I no
ticed that the Inside of its mouth and
its tongue were quite yellow.
It was the frill around its neck.
though, that made It so Interesting to
myself and other sight-seers. ;
"This frill, when the lizard Is quite:
young, Is of small size; but by the'
time the lizard gets its full growth'
the frill extends beyond Its forelegs.
This big frill is thickly covered with
scales and has a notched edge.
"When its wearer gets angry the
wonderful frill In anrpAfl nut In aur.h
a queer way that it looks like a small I
umbrella. When nothing is bothering
Its wearer the frill falls around the
neck in the cutest, neatest folds or
plaits that you ever did see.
"The frilled lizard is by no means
a. coward, but will defend Itself brave
ly. It looks scary, too, when it spreads
out Its big frill, shows its teeth, and
seems to sav bv its actions. 'Come
on, I am ready for you!'
"It lives most of the time in the
trees, but It can run tike everything
when upon the ground.
"When it gets really scared It hikes
for a tree in double-quick time.
"And two little girls and one little
boy right here had better hike for their
beds In double-quick time; for by
their eyes I can plainly tell that the
Sandman Is coming In earnest.
"Australia is the home of the frill
ed lizard, and some day, if we' pos
sibly can, all of us will go there to see
it and a lot of other wonderful crea
tures that live there." D. Virginia
Farley In the Christian Register.
Prayers for Rain.
Shall we have prayer for rain.
Thomas?" asked the vicar of the clerk
during a protracted droagkt.
"Oh, sir, you do exaatlr as you
please."
"But don't you think it weald be a
good thing? Rain Is badly wanted."
"You do as you please, air. You'd
better 'ave it if so be as ya do want
It"
"But, Thomas, yo 'at aeetn to
realize the necessity tor having the
prayer?"
Bless you, sir! Yoa 'ave that titer
prayer if you be so sot m it, but It
won't rain till the mooa eaange."
London Academy.
Oorlego graduates ara witated by
the United States war dopartoneat for
tb Philippine constabulW. .