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DUTIES OF A TRUE WIFE
If 8 he la an Intelligent Housekeeper
, Her Home Will Be a Happy
One.
A girl should marry when she is
enable of understanding and fulfill
ing the duties of a true wife and
thorough housekeeper, and never be
fore. No matter how old she may be.
If she is not capable of managing a
house in every department of it she
Is not old enough to get married.
When she promises to take the po
sition of wife and homemaker the
man who holds her promise has ev
ery right to suppose that she knows
herself competent to fulfill it. If she
proves to be incompetent or unwill
ing he has good reason to consider
himself cheated.
No matter how plain the home may
be, it is in accordance with the hus
band's means, and he finds It neatly
kept and the meals (no matter how
simple) served from shining dishes
and clean table linen, that husband
will leave his home with loving words
and thoughts and look ahead with
eagerness to the time when he can
return. Let the girl acquire every
accomplishment within her power, the
more the better, for every added ac
complishment will be that much more
power to be used in making a happy
home.
At the same time, if she cannot go
into the kitchen, If necessary, and
cheerfully prepare as good a meal as
anyone could with the same material,
and serve it neatly after it is pre
pared, she had better defer her mar
riage until she learns how such house
hold matters are performed. If girls
would thoroughly fit themselves for
the position of intelligent housekeep
ers before they marry there would be
fewer discontented, unhappy wives
and more happy homes. Woman's
Life.
Dickens and Toole.
An interesting story attaches to the
Alexander Institute, Carter Btreet,
Walworth, which is now being adver
tised for sale.. It was in this hall,
formerly the Walworth Literary and
Scientific Institution, that J. L. Toolo
soore1 some of his earliest successes
as an amateur actor, and it was there
that he was "discovered" by Charles
Dickens in the spring of 1852. Some
of Toole's friends. Impressed by the
young man's talent, besought Charles
Dickens to see him act and advise
him as to his future career, and the
great novelist, though then hard at
work on "Rle , House," good natured
ly found time to journey to Walworth
In compliance with this request. "I
remember," he told Forster, "what I
once wanted myself In that way, and
I should like to serve him."
Toole himself, writing half a cen
tury later, thus recalled this momen
tous event In his career. In company
with Mark Lemon and John Forster,
Charles Dickens paid a kindly visit to
the Walworth Literary Institution for
the purpose of seeing him act and re
cite in the monologue "Trying a Mag
istrate." Dickens was strong In his
expressed opinion that his vocation
was the stage, and the stage only.
Pall Mall Gazette.
. Owning Your Home.
"I have always felt that upon prop
erly appointed and becoming dwell
ings depends more than anything else
the improvement of mankind," said
Benjamin Disraeli (earl of Beacons
field). To sit in the evening's cool in
your comfortable armchair, to look
around you and know that everything
you see there is your very own and
that you have obtained it all so that
you practically do not feel the cost;
to know also that If you, the bread
winner, were suddenly called away,
your home would still be your wife's
or your family's that is one of the
pleasures of life. Indeed. It is a pleas
ure which gives you new heart in your
work in the world. It sends you out
every morning determined to get on
and to earn more money, and because
of that very determination you do be
come worth more money.
Tongues of the Mighty.
Future candidates for the presi
dency of the French Republic will be
thinned out if the demand of a French
newspaper ' be accepted that presi
dents should show fluent acquaintance
with English and German. There is
not a president on record who has
reached that requirement, for presi
dents are made self-made not born
It is the business of a king to learn
several languages, and as he is born
- be is made to talk with many tongues.
The Austrian Kaiser is perhaps the
most splendl dllvlng Instance. But
presidents and ministers are not
nursed into multilingualism. Can we
put up a cabinet minister capable ol
fluency In three languages? Westmln
eter Gazette.
A Reunion Task.
The two old friends met after a sep-,-juation
of ten years. "I declare,
you've kept your youthful looks to a
surprising extent," said one.
"Thank you," said the other man.
"You've done pretty well, too. You
know you expected to be absolutely
bald long before this, like your father,
instead of which I really believe
you've as much bair left as I have, if
not more."
"Absurd!" said his friend. "It cant
be. Let's count it!" Youth's. Com-
The Luck
By Stacy
Copyright, 1910, br AtMciitcd Literary Prtu
Train 16 pride of the Prather sys
temleft the tracks at the curved
entrance to the Moorstown tunnel, and
resolutely tried to plow Its way
through the rock.
Steven Larkin, after extricating
himself from the debris of the. last
Pullman, found himself with a broken
wrist and badly damaged side.
"My good fellow," he called. Lar
kin was an actor. "My good fellow,
come here." A bearded ruBtic, gaping
at some little distance away, hurried
forward.
"Is there a doctor hereabouts?"
"None nlgher than eight miles."
"I can't continue this way," com
plained Larkin, petulantly. The numb
ness of the sudden break was com
mencing to die away, and the deep,
throbbing pain substituting itself,
brought with it a disgusting nausea.
"Not much you can't," contributed
the other. "It'll be hours before the
track's clear enough for trains to
Come and go on. Best thing you can
do, I reckon, is to stop here, and "
an avaricious gleam crept into the
eyes of the locallte "I'll use you as
well as any one, and for as little
money. You'll find my house the third
on the right hand Bide of the road, if
you want to go down there and stay
tonight Doctors will be in soon from
all around. I'll see that you get one.
My daughter will come to the door.
Tell her who you are, and that I sent
you, and for her to give you the spare
room." The Moorstown man turned
away.
In the gathering dusk of the evening
Larkin made a comprehensive survey
of the badly dilapidated train, the
coaches of which, strewn along the
rails, were here and there being eaten
He and His Nurte Became Close
Friends.
into by thin threads of flame. Sweat
grimed employees of the road, and
Moorstowners co-operated in rescuing
the wounded and dead. It was the
most disastrous wreck of the year.
Larkin, weak, limp, and in the
throes of an acute pain growing keen
er each Instant, stumbled down the
road in the direction given him by the
native. At the door of a small, gray
bouse, with a white gravel path lead
ing up to It; a path dividing a spa
cious yard with the bloom of spring
in its syrlnga and lilac bushes, its long
beds of pansies and lilies of the val
ley; Larkin stopped. He tapped at
the door.
The slim girl answering the sum
mons was the very antithesis of the
image in the mind of the man. She
had dark eyes, keenly sensitive to the
predicament of the tall youth with the
set Jaws. A firm little hand assisted
him to enter.
"Your father," gasped Larkin, now
well beside himself with the agony of
his hurt wrist and wounded side, "your
father sent me here."
From the great easy chair In the
pretty furnished parlor, the actor,
senses self-centered by pain, failed to
notice the start of surprise followed
by the little smile curving the perfect
lips of the girl.
"I will do the best I can for you,"
said the girl simply. "I am glad you
came. Others and a physician will
be here shortly."
The parlor door closed softly as the
girl went to answer the door. The
pretty house dress and the firm, easy
carriage would have impressed Lar
kin at any other time.
"Other victims," explained his host
ess, returning. "My er our bouse
is small. There will be no more pa
tient?, but the doctor Is here, and he
will be In to see you." Larkin ac
cepted a glass of some stimulating
beverage and closed his eyes for a
brief moment
, The door opened agcln. Careful fin
gers touched the broken wrist of the
young man. But, supertenstUlve, the
youth Instantly came out of his daze
and little lines of pain furrowed his
strong face.
"Umm," murmurred the elderly phy
sician. "Bad break." The doctor
clipped bis sentences. "Too bad.
Careful now." Jle examined the wrist
Suddenly bis two hands closed over
the hurt member. There was an
'audible cnap and a smothered scream
from Lai-ktn. The wrist was set
"Tou must not move for week;"
cautioned the medicine man, after an
examination. ."You have three brofcea
ctbs, and. although X bare saaengU
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of Larkin
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them neatly, I won't be accountable
for what happens if you attempt to
go. Your hostess I can vouch for
this will be perfectly willing for you
to remain, although I should not ask
it if there was a hospital, sanitarium
or decent hotel In the community."
Larkin, too spent to protest, lay
hack on hla pillow. He had been put
to bed by the determined physician.
Thanks to sedative, he closed bis eyes
and slept '
Before the week was done the house
was cleared of patients with the one
exception of Larkin. He stayed on.
Every day he was fearful lest the
physician announce that he was well
enough to resume bis interrupted
Journey.
"Where is your father?" asked the
actor one morning, gazing at the girl
with appreciative eyes. "I haven't
seen him since the day of the wreck."
"I I, why, . he Isn't here now,"
stammered the crimson-faced maid.
She hqrried from the room. Larkin
followed her exit with surprised eyes.
"Hmm," muttered the man. "I
wonder what I've said to hurt her
feelings. Come to think of It,' the
old chap didn't look very honest May
be he Is in jail." But when the girl
returned to the room the flush was
gone from her checks, and she was
ber usual composed self. The subject
was not brought up again.
Larkin, by complaining about non
existent pains, kept the doctor from
allowing him to leave the house.
He and his nurse .became close
friends. There was nothing of the
rustle about her. Her mind was keen
and broad. She was well Informed.
Larkin delighted in telling her tales
of the tage; stories of his own strug
gles and the conservative success fol
lowing. Miss Nun this was her name
followed him with largo eyes and a
wonderful Interest
"I have always cared for the stage,"
she said simply, and brought hlii
around to the subject again.
Time went on. The day of Larkin's
return to the city could hot be post
poned much longer. A contract and
tiresome rehearsals called him back.
With the spirit of his kind, the actor
carefully diagnosed bis feelings for
this simple maid whom he was leav
ing behind.
"Love," he ruminated, "and me, of
all people, to be listed for a part In
the skit. The worst of It is I know
I'll forget my lines."
"I I have a confession to make,"
stammered the girl, her cheekB red.
"I don't want to answer you until
after you have heard It." Larkin had
proposed. "I live here alone, and 1
wilfully led you to believe that the
man you saw at the wreck was my
father."
"But he told me he was," persisted
Larkin.
"He lives In the next house down.
I I wanted you myself. I didn't tell
you of your mistake. My father and
mother are dead and 1 am so lone
some." Larkin made a move as If to gather
her In his one good arm, but she held
up a protesting hand.
"One moment. I am not finished."
She looked at him half sorrowfully.
"I have deceived you even more than
that" She stopped for a faltering
second and then hurried on. "I am
Nancy Nun, the California actress,
now under the management of the
Firnans and due to open my season In
New York next fall."
"You Nance Nun!" gasped Larkin.
The girl flushed. "I loved you," she
said simply. "I wanted to be wooed
as other girls are wooed. 1 Can you for
give me?"
Larkin did.
Smallest Working Railway.
The Eaton Hall railway enjoys the
distinction of being the smallest work
ing railway In Great Britain. The line
runs across many of the park drives
and over small streams, spanned by
steel girders. Somotlmes as many as
three hundred tons of coal a month is
hauled by the miniature locomotives
and wagons. There are two engines,
the largest of which has a tank ca
pacity of 70 gallons, a boiler pressure
of 175 pounds to the square Inch and
weighs four tons twelve hundred
weight There are 44 good wagons,
two brake vans, one carriage, one par
cel car and one tool van. The pas
senger car runs on two four-wheel
bogles, is 20 feet long, and bas seat
ing accommodation for 10 passengers
It has carried many a royal passenger.
Westminster Gazette.
Cat Was Too Wise.
In a backyard in Rothesay, a duck
hatching her eggs was disturbed by
a cat, who, after devouring the only
two ducklings out, coiled Itself round
the remainder of the eggs, and the
other ducklings were dispatched Into
puss's Interior as soon as hatched
After a consultation the neighbors de
elded that the cat must be executed,
and the sentence was duly carried out
by a shooting expert. '
Logical.
"Mother," asked little Elhel, "now
that you're in mourning for Cousin
Adelaide, will you wear black night
dresses, too?"
"What an absurd eoewtton, child!"
"Oh, I only thought yon might be a
sorry at night as you wave daring the
tar," ventured snttel. Hbryer! Bazar .
Toaplhrongfr
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.VfVrXW.. WITCH COWtH.
EVER the thought of El Deslerto
conjures a vision of lofty forest
Isles and mysterious depths
"where old Enchantment plies
her shuttle- of lost days and
dreams." Whore monks of old wan
dered In peaceful meditation today the
wild deer brouses and the prowlers
of dim forests glide. The barefooted
Carmelites are gone, and the gray
convent on the mountain, with its no
ble domes, and towers and cloisters,
and arched corridors is silent and
pathetic, with that peculiar pathos
that broods over a solitude where man
has once ruled.
Nature has been busy here, as is her
wont, recovering the conquest of man;
but those monks of old built so nobly
that their work still resists effacement
and sees to dominate the wilderness.
Beauty envelopes like a garment the
grass-grown cloisters and crumbling
walls and domes of faded color; and
the breeze that rustics the tall heavy
headed grass and clinging vines seems
to bring down the river of Time,
from that Island of long ago, odor of
Incense, tones of long silent belU,
orisons and chants.
Such Is El Deslerto today; and one
cannot do better than to quote, as
others have, the old chronicler Thomas
Gage, an English Dominican monk
who was smuggled into Mexico. He
wrote about 2G0 years ago. "It is the
plcusantest place," he says, "of any
about Mexico; called by some La Sole
dad and by other El Deslerto, the soli
tary or desert place or wilderness.
Were all wildernesses like it, to live
in a wilderness would be better than
to live in a city.
"This hath been a device of poor
Fryers, nnmed dlscalced or barefooted
Carmelites, who to make show of
their hypocritical and apparent godli
ness, and whllest they would be
thought to live like Eremites, retired
from the world, they may draw the
world to them; they have built there
a stately cloister, which being upon a
hill and among rocks makes It to be
more admired.
"About the cloister they have fash
ioned out many holes and caves in,
under and among tho rocks, like Ere
mite lodgings, with a room to lie in,
an oratory to pray in, with pictures
and : Images, and rare devices for
mortification as disciplines of wyar,
rods of iron, haircloth girdles with
sharp wyar points to girdle about
their bare flesh, and many such toys,
which hang about their or; arles to
make people admire their mortified
and holy lives.
"All these Eremitical holes and
caves (which are ten In number) are
within the bounds and compass of the
cloister and among orchards and gar
dens of fruit and flowers, which may
take up two miles in compass; and
here among the rocks are many
springs of water, which, with the
shade of plantlns and other trees, are
most cool and pleasant to the Ere
mites; they have also the sweet smell
of rose and Jazmln, which is a little
flower, but the sweetest of all others;
there is not any flower to be found
that is rare and exquisite In that coun
try which is not in that wilderness to
delight the senses of these mortified
Eremites."
Racial bias and rivalry of order,
though not saintly attributes, might
find entrance and be harbored un
awares in the soul of even a good
monk. .And since we remember that
Father Gage was English and Domini
can, may 'we not justly ' soften hlB
caustic presentation of his "Eremite"
while we thank blm for his chronicle?
To see El Deslerto as we saw It,
you must first get lost. On the smooth
white road up over the rolling hills
from the desolate little puebla of
Santa Fe our horses loped briskly In
the early morning. This old white rib
bon of road is an automobile, thor
oughfare, in these twentieth-century
days, from the City of Mexico over
the mountains to the Valley of Toluca,
where nestles the city that is the cap
ital of the State of Mexico. But on
this fair day no twentieth-century de
vices of people came to strike the
discordant note. We met only the de
scendants . of many generations of
those who had walked that way. Men,
barefooted or shod in that peculiar
sandal called guaracbe, wearing grace
fully their gay serapes or rod blan
kets, and the plcturesqse broad
brlmssed, high-peaked sombreros,
walked beside their bnrroa that wore
nubns) wKb towering fends ot coarse
pottery er baskets, Women, ateo
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ON PLAZA. cirufMtxico
wearing sombreros, sat upon the lit
tle burros between huge baskets, car
rying beautiful brown babies in their
arms, while larger brown babies clung
on behind.
We Illustrated the old fable of the
hare and the snail, we and a bright
looking peon of the best type, whose
burro kept steadily on In Its light
footed llttlo trot while we varied our
progress between galloping and walk
ing. In one of tho passings, after the
courteous salutation, we entered Into
conversation about the road to El Des
lerto; and remarking that the way
was long, be proceeded to describe a
much nearer way by trail, a cut-off
that left the main road some miles be
fore the El Deslerto road did.
The wooded mountains across the
deep ravine appealed to us, and when
we came to the trull It also looked
tempting, bo we took our wayfarer'3
ndvlce and left the beaten track, soon
to find ourselves scrambling down a
precipitous way leading our horses.
Atfer crossing a stream at the bottom
of the canon, we mounted and fol
lowed the bank, entering a pine forest
through which we rode mile alter
mile, momentarily expecting to see
the trail up the mountain we Bought.
We did find an ascending trail and
climbed a mountain to see, when at
the top, only far-reaching foresls and
more mountains. Down we went into
another canon, losing our trail many
times to find it again.
On the steep mountainside, between
us and the sudden drop into the canon
(down which we looked upon the tops
of tall trees, and to the bottom of
which sight could not penetrate,) we
saw a fragment of moss-covered
masonry, and farther on another, and
another, and still farther on the frag
ments lengthened into a crumbling
wall, and we were on a stone-paved
way. When it reached the sharp ridge
of the mountain, which it followed,
there was a low stone wall on each
side of a narrow paved way, mossy
and banked with dead leaves; walls
covered with plaster or cement that
moss and lichen and weather stain
had mellowed into harmony with the
surroundings.
Never was road like this one!
Through a wilderness apparently
primeval, but for it It seemed to lie
dreaming In a potent - forest silence
that trembled on the edge of a sound,
as the pale light that sifted through
the trees upon It trembled between
shade and sunshine. A strange spell
broods here that woos one to linger
and see visions of that olden time.
At last we were on the top of the
mountain and riding beside the high
convent wall, the entrance being on
the opposite side from our approach.
Within the patio, like the deserted
guardian of the deserted place, stands
on a high pedestal a marred stone
statue of some snrecognlzable saint,
mutely eloquent We pass it, and
walk the lonely corridors, stand under
the lofty dome, climb the worn stairs
to the belfry, descend Into under
ground chambers, and loiter In clois
ters and in the walled gardens and
orchards of old that Father Gage tells
us of; where tho fragrant flowers
bloomed and the luscious fruit ripened
on Just such air and sunshine as
bathes the mountain top today. But
the "spirit of the hive," where Is It?
In front of the great arched en
trance Is an open spaco with a few
maple trees, and a small detached
ruin of brown adobe. Steps lead down
from one of these old rooms, and
though the space is filled with debris
It appears to be an underground pas
sage to the convent. Standing there,
one looks into a forest such as Durer
pnlntod; vistas between, .the bodies of
giant trees, dun beguiling, satyr
haunted depths.
The shadows were deepening there,
for the day was perceptibly waning;
and we ot short span of days must
hasten to leave a rain that was old
before we bad being, aad that wiU
long oOut m.
ELEANOR EVANS, .
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NATURE'S SIGNALS.
The first indication of kidney dis
order Is often barknclip. Then conies
pain In the .hips and tides, lameness,.
soreness and urinary
troubles. These are
the warnings na
ture's signals for
help. Boon's Kid
ney Tills should be
used at the first
sign.
A. Treltlein, M
Rosett St., New Ha
ven, Conn., sayB: "I
was propped up In a.
chair for .23 weeks. So Intense was
the pain when I moved that I thought
I would pass away. The kidney action
was irregular and the1 secretions
scalded. Three doctors gave me no
relief. Doan's Kidney Pills cured me,
and for ten years the cure has been
permanent." '
Remember the name Doan's. For
sale by nil dealers. CO cents a box.
Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo. N.' Y.
MISUNDERSTOOD HIM.
"My friend," said the solemn man
on the railroad tran, "do you drink
intoxicating liquors?"
"Sure!" cried the convivial chap,
"Much obliged for the Invitation. Got
a flask with you?"
LEG A MASS OF HUMOR
"About seven years ago a small
abrasion appeared on my right leg
just above my ankle. It irritated me
so that I began to scratch it, and It
began to spread until my leg from my
ankle, to the knee was one solid' scale
like a scab. The irritation was always
worse at night and would not allow
me to sleep, or my wife either, and It
was completely undermining our
health. I lost fifty pounds In weight
and was almost out of my mind with
pain and chagrin as no matter where
the Irritation came, at work, on the
street or In the presence of company,
I would have to scratch It until I had
the blood running down Into my shoe. ;
I simply cannot describe my suffer-
Ing during those seven years. The
pain, mortification, loss of sleep, both
to myself and wife is simply inde- '
gcrlbable on paper and one has t ex
perience It to know what it is. ,
"I tried all kinds of doctors and rem-'
edies but I might aa well have thrown
my money down a sewer. They would
dry up for a little while and fill me
with hope only to break out again just
as bad if not worse. ' I had given up
hope of ever being cured when t was
Induced by my wife to give the Cutl
cura Remedies a trial. After taking
the Cutlcura Remedies for a little
while I began to see a change, and
after taking a dozen bottles of Cutl
cura Resolvent In conjunction with
the- Cutlcura Soap and Cutlcura Olnt-'
mcnt, the trouble had entirely disap
peared and my leg was' as fine as the
day I was born. Now after a lapse of
six months with no signs of a recur
rence I feel perfectly safe in extend
ing to you my heartfelt thanks for the
good the Cutlcura Remedies have done
for me. I shall always recommend
them to my friends. W. H. White,
812 E. Cabot St, Philadelphia, Pa., Feb.
4 and Apr. 13. 1909."
A New Version.
Lawyers have a peculiar system et
abbreviation, such words as trustees,
uxecutora being cut down to trees,
uxors, and admors. This practise led
to an amusing slip on the part of a 4
solicitor, who, somewhat late la Hfe,
abandoned his profession and entered
(be church. A few Sundays after bis .
ordination he startled bis congrega
tion while reading the lesson by dbhr
ering one of the passages as follows:
"I see men as trustees walking."
And They Wondered I
Judge Nicholas Longwortn, who used
to sit en Ohio's supreme bench, looked
unnaturally grave, and a neighbor, in
recognition of his facial depression,
named a pet owl ."Judge Longwertn."..
It was' the very next day that an ex-'
cited maid broke up his wife's garden
party. "Oh, madam," said she. "Ma
dam! Judge Longwortn has laid an
eg"
Less Lavish.
"I saw 'yncle Tom's Cabin' played
recently."
"So?"
"I think I'll read the book."
"You may be disappointed. The
book mentions only one little Eva and
one Lawyer Marks." Louisville Courier-Journal.
Force of Habit,' '
Little Girl Mummy! (No answer.)
Mummy! Are those swallows! "
Mummy 1deep In her book) Yes,
dear. Don't touch them. Punch. .
Dr. Pierce's Pellet, ramll, nnr-
eoated, easy to take na candy, rcgnUto
and invigorate stomach, liver aad bow
elk. Do not gripe.
A woman may or may not try to
veld muddy crossings; It til dsnend
pea Mr understanding.
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