MARGARITAE SORORI. A lato lark twitters from the quiet skies, And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old gray city An influence luminous and Bercne, / A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy and golden haze. The spires Shine und arc changed. In the valley Shailows rise. The lark sings ou. The sun. Closing hir benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night— Night, with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep. So be my pacing! My accomplished and the long day done, Mo' wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Lot nie be gathered to the quiet west. Tie sundown splendid und serene, Death 1 —Henley. j A iIMNTED HAMLET | i Tho Extraordinary Experience of T 4 a Strolling Player. A I was the leading man. We had been "barnstorming" through the provinces for some months, and the season was drawing to a close. So, too, was the time for n certain note I had drawn wheu the season began. Js'ot having money enough to purchase my stage dresses, I had borrowed from a London Shy lock, telling him that as leading man my sal ary was princely. My bill was already overdue, when, by some unlucky chance, my sharp creditor heard of the smallness of my salary. He wrote fiercely to de mand the amount of the bill I had given him or threatened immediate proceed ings. I put him off as well as I could, hoping for something to turn up that might enable me to satisfy his demands. Three nights before we closed my bene fit was to come off. I had put up "Ham let" and "The Koati to Ruin." My an nouncing the former of these much an noyed tho manager, who had not suffi cient confidence in my experience to trust mu with the Danish prince, but he at last gave way. Perhaps his compli ance was the more easily obtained through the influence of his daughter Amy, who was to play Ophelia. Well, every billboard bore the an nouncement in bills half a yard in length: "Hamlet, prince of Denmark, by Mr. Arthur Stanley; Ophelia, by Miss Amy St. John; for rest of characters see small bills." Things went well. Every seat in the boxes was let, and the tickets for pit nnd gallery had gone off so well that less than the average amount taken at the doors would overflow the house. The old church clock tolling the impor tant hour of (J warned me to hurry from my lodgings to that temple of fame in which 1 fondly hoped I had secured a niche for myself. As I walked along I began to taste the pleasure of celebrity. Shopmen nudged each other as I passed. A couple of young ladies, whose profes sion appeared to l>o "millinery," looked at me from under their bonnets and then repeated my name in a whisper loud enough for me to hear half a dozen yards from them. "This is indeed renown," I mutterea. "What matters it that my salary is small when my fame is becoming so great?" As I said the words I felt a hand upon my shoulder and turned, with the glow of exultation still suffusing my cheek. "Mr. Arthur Stanley, I believe, sir," said the accoster. "That is my name," I replied, trying to hurry on. "Excuse me, sir, then," returned the man, "but you must come with me. At the suit of Moses Cohen for 23 pun 10 and costs." He handed me a small slip of paper—l dare say you can guess its contents—and took me by the arm. "This is most unfortunate," I said. "Had it been but one night later I should not have mhidefl." "Case of 'hook it,' I suppose," said the man. "On the contrary, I should have been able to have discharged the amount. I suppose you couldn't put off the arrest till after business this evening?" "Not on any account," replied my cap tor. and I BUW that he quite meant what he said. This, then, was tho end of my ambi tious aspirations. Instead of the glare of the footlights and the plaudits of an audience 1 was to have the darkness and stillness of a jail! I folded my arms iu despair and defied nty fate. "Let us go," I said, "for tonight was appointed for my benefit. Rut no diatter. 'Denmark's a prison—a goodly one, in which there are mauy confines, wards nnd dungeons!' Lend on." As I turned to accompany the bailiff's man, a messenger from the theater accosted me. "Oh. Mr. Stanley," the man said, "I am sent to tell you that we've no ghost; Figgins lias just come in awfully drunk." I was about to answer him, when my captor interrupted mo, asking me if I had put up "IJamlet." Upon my replying iu the affirmative, lie said lie thought lie could help me. He hud been a member of an amateur theatrical club and the ghost ol Hamlet's father had been one of his most successful attempts. If I liked, he would sustain the part on this occasion, and. thus keeping his eye upon me, would postpone my arrest until after the per formance. I saw that vanity instigated the offer, but as drowning men clutch at straws 1 accepted the proposal nnd hur ried off to the theater with all speed, ac companied by my obliging Nemesis. In the difficulty the manager consented to my supposed friend's offer, nnd, a few hints sufficing to take the place of re hearsal, half an hour before the curtain was to rise saw the bailiff's man donning the armor of the inebriated Figgins. Up went the curtain to a house crowded to the ceiling. The tragedy commenced with every promise of success, my recep tion was most fluttering and the applause which greeted my points almost made nie forget the presence of my custodian, who watched me with ever vigilant eyes from the wing. I was-naturally appre hensive'of the manner in which the ghost would be rendered, but the interview with my father's shade was as satisfactory as it would have been had Figgins himself embodied the spirit, although it must bo admitted that spirits were peculiarly In his lino. As the words "Adieu, hdieu! Ilamlet, remember mo," were uttered generous ap plause rewarded the exertions of the ptagestruck bailiff. With a sigh of re lief I was about to apostrophize heuven, earth and the other place when, turning, I saw my father's spirit still upon the stage. "Leave the stage," I whispered, suppos ing that my friend had forgotten his exit. To my horror the ghost replied, with an oath, not loud, but deep and emphatic. It was in vain that I reiterated my direc tions. The ghost would not give up. And feeling that the situation was crit ical I went on with my part and strove with extra vehemence to carry the audi ence with me, so that they might over look the presence of the implacable shade. Either the audience was not at home with the text or looked upon the ghost's remaining as a new reading, for they gave 110 sign of disapproval. When Ho ratio nnd Mareellus came on, however, their wonder almost brought on the ca tastrophe, but I urged them to go on, and the act drew to a conclusion, with the novelty of the ghost speaking his in junction over no* left shoulder. The drop down, I showered expostula tions on my persecuting father's head, but he turned a deaf ear to tlieni all. "I'll tell you what it is, guv'nor," lie said, "I ain't wishing to be at all annoying or ungeutlemanly to you, but I had to arrest a gent in your profession once, and obliged him by waiting until the per formance was over, when, blowed, if he wasn't shabby enough to get taken down a trap at the end, ami bolt. I thought of that while I was on the stage just now with you, and if I leave you again, my mother was a Frenchman." Without go ing into the question of his parentage, I promised to surrender myself at the end of the evening, but it was to no purpose; he was obstinate. In the absence of the manager, who had been luckily called away, I confessed by dilemma to the prompter, and he, influenced by good feel ing and the promise of a present on the morrow, consented to allow the tragedy to go on, in spite of my being perpetually haunted. In a few minutes the talc was in every dressing room, and the company choking with laughter, but as it was not an affair of theirs they did not offer any objection to the constant interpolation of my fa ther's accursed spirit. Polonius' inter view was shadowed by his presence, nnd although the ancient chamberlain took his leave the substitute of Figgins re mained a fixture. Plagued by Itosen cranz and (Juildenstern, I was still more bored by the abominable shade, who in truded upon my interview with Ophelia, listened to the scolding I gave the queen and looked on while I stabbed Polonius. I felt like a man who on the steps of the gailows receives a reprieve. Alas, my head was not out of "the noose yet. As I was standing at the wing, in readiness for my entrance for the fifth acf, I no ticed the manager looking on from the other side. I shuddered. I knew his violence and tyranny, and 1 trembled at his rage should he stay there to witness the ghost's unusual presence. I spoke to the bailiff's man; I implored him to leave me for the rest of the tragedy; 1 promised liirn money, anything he should demand, but it was in vain. My anxiety to be away from him only confirmed him in bis suspicions that 1 wanted to use the opportunity to escape. Despair made me desperate. I called a scene shifter, and while I pointed to one of the fly pieyes. as if it was of that 1 was speaking, I whispered words of very different Import in his ear. The man nodded and hurried away, while 1, to keep up appearances, again begged the ghost to remain invisible, of course without making any impression upon his obstinate nature. In a minute the scene shifter returned. "It's all right, sir," be said. "It will be arranged directly." A glance thanked him. "If you still persist in being at my el bow." 1 said to ray ghost, "I must trou ble you to shift your quarters, as I enter at the back of the scene." lie accompanied me as requested, fol lowed by the scene shifter, and as we stopped 1 heard the cue given for my en trance. I turned to my ally, who stamp ed sharply on the stage, and a knock un derneath replying to his signal, he seized the ghost as the trap upon which they stood opened, and in a moment they wore both hidden from my sight. The bailiff's man knew enough of stage mech anism not to venture upon a struggle while descending a trap, and, although he gave me a parting look of reproach and anger, he knew that he was unable to oppose his fate. Thus relieved in mind I hurried on for the grave scene with a lightened spirit, and everything went well accordingly. My quips with the gravedigger, my Yorick speech, "Imperial Ca;sar, dead and turned to clay," all brought a torrent of applause, nnd when 1 leaped into the grave the whole house was enthusiastic. I had just said to Laertes, "I. prithee, take thy lingers from my throat," when I felt other hands besides those of Ophelia's brother assailing me. I knew too well who grappled me, and, assured that the time for expostulation was gone*, I prepared for a short struggle to get iid of the ghost, at any rate for that scene. At the same moment I heard the deep tones of the manager, but in the con fusion I could not understand what he said. 1 had not long to wait, however, before I saw the execution of his orders. The first gravedigger, advancing from the back of the scene, seized the ghost by the arms', and, giving him a prepara tory swing, slung him on his shoulders and walked off the stage with him. The violence of flie motion had loosened the fastenings of the helmet, and the final jerk shook it from the bailiff's head, dis playing a wist quantity of unkempt enr roty hair. The house was in a roar, and when, amid the din, the angry ghost was heard threatening in language far from Shakespearean nnd certainly not polite, the audience seemed a congregation of lunatics. I jumped from the grave, but soon such a storm of laughter hailed mo that, with one look of terror at the audi ence, I rushed off the stage as I heard the manager's indignant orders for the prompter to "ring down." I did not dare ask the manager to re new for next season. I knew it would be hopeless. I lost no time in writing for engagements elsewhere, but I met with constant rebuffs. One manager declined negotiation, "as he did not keep a bailiff's man in the theater." Matters at last be came serious. The funds remaining froin my benefit were gone. A vacancy for a clown occurred. I replied as Signor An tonio, obtained the engagement and six months after I had played "Hamlet" for my benefit I went on as a clown in a pan tomime. "To what base uses we may return, Horatio .'"—Argonaut. A ftiiriilim Now. The Sentimentalist—Poets, you know, are born, not made. 1 lie Materialist—Oh. yes. I know! Rut if there were any demand for the goods a poet factory would be started Inside of a week.—ludiamtpolls Journal. TIIEIR NOVEL FIELD. TWO YOUNG WOMEN WON WHERT A MAN MET FAILURE. A Railroad Ilestuurunt on New and Successful hi 11 ex—Proprietor** I'rus perous and Happy and Patruus Pleased. Two women who had to support them selves felt that the task would be easier if they could work together. As they were not fitted to be teachers in these days of exciting higher education and had no adaptability for millinery and dressmaking beyond the ability to wear their own clothes well after they had se lected them with taste, the occupation of making clothes and hats for their friends was impossible. They thought of a violet farm and decided that there was too lit tle seriousness about that, shuddered at tho task of trying to crowd boarders into their small home and dreaded the re sponsibility of renting a larger house that would make the business profitable. A restaurant in the smart town they liv ed in would have been impossible, al though for-various reasons it appealed to them. They could go away and leave it at night and not have its presence a con stant reminder that they were at work. In their fondness for this idea they de voted more thought to the restaurant scheme than to any other. Confident that away can usually be found, they tried every possible means of combining the keeping of a restaurant with resi dence in a suburban town where sueli an establishment would have been useless and doomed to bankruptcy. They were determined women, however, intent on carrying through their plan and compel led, moreover, by necessity to do some thing of the kind. Finally an idea that seemed possible of execution occurred to one of them. The railroad station of tho small town in which they lived was the center \ the small branch lines that ran in various directions. For that reason this station was of much more importance than the size of the town would ordinarily have caused. Its busi nesslike character was proved by its pos session of a small restaurant, which is rare enough in subm-tsui towns. The restaurant was in a dingy corner of the little station, shut off by a glass inclo sure. It offered the customary supply of stale cakes and fruit. Its tpore substan tial offerings were to be enjoyed only be hind glass doors. Coffee and sandwiches, cold meats and soup, made up the avail able menu. All these things were of the customary rqilroad station quality. No body accustomed to eating anything bet ter ever thought of partaking of the sta tion food except in the most extreme emergency. The usual lack of cleanli ness was observable, niul the business had an air of indifference to a patron's wishes. If the food had been better and the lit tle compartment neater, patronage would have been greater and the expenses of running the place not increased in the least. But the man who kept it was satisfied with the degree of profit he made and had tio ambition to improve the quality of his customers. So the restau rant remained as untidy and neglected as it had always been, and there were no signs of a change. Occasionally there were murmurs of discontent when cir cumstances compelled 0110 of the resi dents of the rather wealthy suburban community about the town to drink the weak coffee or eat the stale sandwiches. But.these protests would have amounted to nothing had not a large stockholder in the road been once compelled to undergo this experience. From that time the res taurant keeper was doomed. It became known that he was to go, and that event corresponded exactly with the ideas of the two young women. They wanted to keep the railroad restaurant, saw chances of a good income out of it and the oppor tunity of living iu the country. The in fluence of friends got them the lease of the restaurant before its first incumbent retired sullenly, with many mutterings concerning the rich who tried to take bread and butter out of the mouth of the poor, to make way for them. If anybody ever meets with an ideal railroad restaurant in a neighboring state, it will in all probability be this one, for a second never existed. One of the partners recently married at the end of their third year of business, but her associate carries it on as successfully as ever. They began by making the place neat, which was the least expensive of their improvements, although none of these made their way of conducting the place any more costly thjnn their prede cessor's had been. Two maids in appro priate dress supplanted the slovenly men formerly In attendance. All of the pastries came from the home of one of the two women, where a cook was en gaged for a certain time every day pre paring the articles needed at the restau rant. In addition to bread, this included the cold meats. The articles prepared on the small stove in the restaurant were only those that required to be served immediately. The table service was scrupulously clean, and tho glass luclo sure of the restaurant was shiny in its polish. The increase in business was immedi ate. During the first mouth the gain was 23 per cent, and at the end of a year five times as much business as the pro ceding proprietor had ever known was coming to these two enterprising young women. One of them was always in the restaurant during the daytime. It closed at 0 o'clock in the evening, and in the early evening hours one of the maids took charge of the business. The two women found that they could support themselves well on their profits. The railroad peo ple were delighted at tho redemption of the place, thereby exhibiting an unsus pected regard for the comfort of their patrons. As if every difficulty were to be removed from their path, the former proprietor of the place opened a restau rant across the way and succeeded in attracting to it just the class of patron age which-had made them fearful of their ability to make a success of the scheme. With these rougher customers out of the way, the more desirable and profitable class was more \yiiling to patronize what bad formerly been shunned by them.— New York Sun. Mrs. Clemens plays a very important part in her husband's (Mark Twain's) lit erary life. All that he writes passes un der her severe censorship. She is his most acute critic, and if there is any thing ip what ho has written witich does not meet with her entire approval it goes straightway to the wustebasket or Is hold back for revision. A Woman Journalist. Here is how Dorothy Dix, otherwise Mrs. Elizabeth M. Gilmer, of the New Orleans Picayune in a letter explains how she became a journalist: "I am a newspaper woman for the sheer love of it and hankering after it, and I cannot re mem her when I did not try my 'prentice hand. * * * I was born and reared on a big stock farm in middle Tennessee, where I grew up with thoroughbred colts and little negroes, the two subjects that 1 really understand best and that I can never get away from writing about. Through Mrs. Nicholson's interest in my work I became one of the editors of The Picayune, upon which I have done every variety of work." Her only signed articles are the Sunday "Dorothy Dix Talks," which the paper features. Mrs. Gilmer's recipe for these quite famous talks is as follows: "I try to make a kind of salad with a dash of the vinegar of satire, plenty of oil of human kindness, a pinch of the salt of wit and sugar enough to make it sweet for the world." Her critics say that she appeals with singular force to the illiter ate. This is u high compliment, for it is far more difficult to win and hold the at tention of the uncultivated than of the cultivated reader. The Third Time Charmed. Women have the reputation of being severe judges of their own sex, and not without cause, it must bo confessed. A peculiar costume, a disagreeable tone in the voice, an abruptness of manner which is quite as likely to be caused by shyness as indifference, and one woman conceives an immediate prejudice against another. There is such a thing as au in stinctive dislike which a sensitive nature feels when it comes in contact with in sincerity, slyness or vulgarity. But more often we judge another harshly and unjustly because he or she is a little pe culiar or because the person in question has not sufficiently appreciated us. This sort of dislike is frequently outgrown and regretted with shame. A friend of the late Lady Salisbury made this confession: "The first time I met her she scarcely looked at me, and I went away and dis liked her for seven years more. The third time I found her alone, had a two hours' talk with her and loved her for ever after." nest the Tired llend. A Frenchman said recently, "Let every woman have two hours a day of serious mental occupation, during which the fac ulties of her ndnd will regain their bal ance, all her powers will be systematized, her tired head will be rested, and her good sense and judgment will regain their empire, and pence will dwell in her agitated heart." Every housekeeper knows the truth of his words. The care of the home may he a dclighu'nl occupa tion, but it ought not to exclude every oilier Interest. There can be no happi ness fr a woman with brain and imagi nation in a life that limits her to mere domestic drudgery. Every housekeeper should study herself and learn her "one talent." for she surely has one, and turn to its development as a relief. By so doing siie brings added happiness to her family as well as to herself. The least companionable wife is the one wholly occupied by household cares, as all men know in their souls. Women Smuggler*. "No; in my experience in the service 1 have found few women smugglers," said a custom house officer to an inquisitive woman who was awaiting the arrival of a European steamship on one of the piers. "That old idea that every woman believes in a high tariff and yet smuggles every chance she gets is all nonsense." Not an hour later the selfsame officer was observed discharging bis official duty. W itli one baud he lightly tossed the contents of a steamer trunk and af fixed his mark to it. The owner of the trunk, a demure blond, then pointed to her dress suit ease, but the man merely glanced at it and turned away. As he did so the little traveler heaved a sigh and tipped an expressive wink to the in quisitive woman who had been watching the performance. But the man who be lieves in the honesty of the feminine voy ager was none the wiser," and his confi dence is probably still unshaken. Do Your Eyebrows Meet? It is sometimes said that if one's eye brows meet it indicates deceit. Charles Kingsely indorses this belief, but Tenny son has other ideas and poetically speaks of "married brows." In Turkey meeting eyebrows are greatly 9 dmired, and the women use artificial means to bring the brows to this condition. The Greeks admired brows which al most met. and the fashionable inhabit ants of Borne not only approved of them, but resorted to paint to make up the lack which sometimes existed. Some proverbs state that the person whose eyebrows meet will always have good luck, while others state exactly the reverse. Some of the earth's greatest and noblest men and women have these meeting eye brows. Some beauties are so proud of theirs that they would not have them re moved or "improved" for anything. The Ivlie<]lve*H Wife. The wife of the khediv.e of Egypt en joys a somewhat novel position among eastern women as the cherished wife of a devoted husband. It was while tl\o slave of the valid (dowager) Uhedivah that the present khedivah, Ikhai Hauein, won the admiration of tho khedivo. She is of the Circassian race and possessed, it is said, of unusual beauty. Her management of her household re sembles much the European customs. European servants perform the duties, and European governesses instruct her three daughters. She avoids the paints and powders so much in vogue among Egyptian women and iu the matter of dress prefers European clothing. Her progressive ideas have led her to share the education of her children and keep pace with their studios. Outstanding; kar*. r l lie disfigurement of outstanding ears should be checked in early childhood; otherwise it is apt to be an obstinate matter to overcome. Various simple lit tle pxpedicpts may be resorted to in order to accomplish the end aimed at. For in stance, n broad elastic strap or webbing band passed from the lower part of the buck of the head obliquely across the oars to the top of the brow will help conquer the disfigurement. This band can be worn at pigUt or for an hour or two (luring the day. or as an alternative there is the special ear cap, which has been invented with the object of encour aging the ears to lie close against the head. The muslin caps which years ago babies used to wear acted in. a great measure us preventives aguiust obtruding euro. CHILDREN'S COLUMN. A Mischievous Monkey, A lady once had a monkey who was very fond of mischief. Mabel, her little daughter, had 11 very large wax doll. One day she left the doll on the wash stand and ran out to play. When she came back, she saw the monkey with the doll in his arms washing its face very solemnly with a towel dipped in hot wa ter and soap. The girl cried all day, for the poor doll's face had been entirely spoiled. Another time when Mabel's IX A BONNET, mother came into the room she saw her new hat walking about *the. room. She hurried to its rescue, thinking it was be witched, and found the cunning little monkey had tried to put it on and had failed to walk in it correctly. One day he was found sitting before the wash stand. with the mirror in one hand and toothbrush in the other, ready to clean his teeth.—Martha lluben iu New York Ilerald. Eggshell Flowerpots. Some morning when you have boiled eggs for breakfast, if you will use care in breaking the shells and saving theiq, you can put them to very good use and nfford yourself a good deal of pleasure. Break the shells well toward the small end of tlie egg and put a hole in the bottom of it. If you live near a florist's, procure a small amount of rich, black earth from him—or. better still, if you are fond of go ing in the woods, get some dirt that is mixed with rotted leaves—and fill your little shells or flowerpots with it. Then purchase some seeds and plant them, and you will be surprised to see how soon two little leaves will come poking through the earth, providing you take good care of your plants. But the shells in a win dow where they can have plenty of sun shine and don't forget to give them a drink every day. for they get thirsty just us we do. When your plant has a few leaves on it, then it should be put in the ground, for it will soon outgrow its first home. After it is transplanted it will grow remarkably fast, and you will soon be rewarded for your efforts by having beautiful blossoms on your plant and be well repaid for the time and work you have put on it. Some Funny Witches. Cut from a piece of pasteboard the out linos of a hat such as the accompanying figure (T) shows. By placing this be tween tho thumb and the forefinger there may be produced different shadows, smil ing or cross looking, with noses, chin and lips short or long, as the performer may choose.—Chicago Record. The Valiant llnhblt. A bunny once made up his mind lie'd be n robber rabbit, And everything that he could find He'd run around and grab it. lie dug, deep in the darksome woods, A cave which was a wonder, Wherein to hide his stolen goods, His booty and his plunder. He bought him then a coat of mail, A award and spear and rifle; Ho vowed to make the bravest quail With fears they could not stifle. He set out on his wild career. But ore he'd fairly started, Seized with u sudden sickening fear, Back to liia home he darted, For ho hnd seen an awful sight, With dread his heart was quaking, And with a frantic, fearful fright His armored form was shaking. An awful looking specter had y Attacked him with great vigor* 'Twas, like himself, in armor clad, But three or four tira* bigger. . Our hero struck out like a man; The foe would but elude liiin. last Sir Bunny turned and ran; The villain still pursued him. But when he safely reached his cave, / After tiiis scene exciting, He said: "Although I'm very brave, I've had enough of fighting. ' / "I'll doff my arms and armor too; Lift- slu uld be gay and glad, oh!" And that liravo bunny never knew He'd fought with his own shadow! —Sally Farrington in Puritan. The Ostrich n Good Fighter. Although the ostrich has powerful legs and. can kick like a mule, his limbs are very brittle and are easily broken. He has two toes ou each foot, one being arm ed with a horny nail, which he uses as his principal weapon of warfare. When an unarmed man is attacked by one of these birds, the chances are very much against tho man unless he can climb a tree or jump a five foot wall. 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