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The smoke of soft coal ought not to be allowed to becloud the atmosphere of any clean city. Those who have submitted to its defilement under com pulsion will some day demand protec tion, and secure it. The relative proportions of urban and rural population have not the impor tance-that they once had. Modern con ditions have brought the city to the country and the country to the city to such a degree that the dividing line Ls not only not sharp but even extremely hazy, if it exists at all. A scheme, which lias the support of the Marquis of Granby, Sir Herbert Maxwell, the Dean of Winchester, and many well-known anglers in England and America, proposes the erection in Winchester cathedral of a stained-glas.-; window in memory of Izaak Walton. The remains of Walton rest in Prior Silkstede's Chapel, and the proposed window will overlook his grave. Some of Connecticut's national guardsmen have made the interesting discovery that khaki dye Is poisonous, producing abnormal swellings and troublesome skin disorders. Genuine kliaki—a vegetable extract from a New Zealand plant—may be swallowed with impunity, and it has become the ac cepted coloring matter for the uniforms of the world's armies. The Connecti cut khaki is probably a Yankee imita tion. President Tucker of Dartmouth, in a late address said that the newspaper ought to be studied in college; not journalism in the sense in which busi ness colleges propose to teach it, but the actual newspaper itself. Journal ism has, according to him become such an immense power for good or bad in the country that every young man when he comes out of college should know whieli are worthy newspapers I and which are not. The legislature of Massachusetts has j determined to make an experiment with cottage hospitals for the insane. Many experts have come to the con clusion that the true method of treat ment is not the crowding of great num bers together, but that of separation and occupation. Even sane people I crowded together for a long time, | whether in a camp or on shipboard, ! often become morbid and unhappy, j Antipathies are generated, and an un- j wholesome atmosphere is created i which is only cleared of its vapors by I change and occupation. What is bad j for sane people is still worse for those I who are of unsound mind, thinks the j Christian Register. A "bread factory," being erected in Milwaukee, is to have some novel, but very desirable, sanitary features. All the ingredients are to be tested in a laboratory before being used. The bak ers will work in full view of the pub lic, at long tables stationed in front of wide plate glass windows. Each man will bo required to wear a special suit of clothes provided by the management, and to take at least one bath a day in the bathroom that is connected with the lockers on the upper floor. More over, he may not smoke, chew, or drink and be a worker in the bread factory. Tills sanitation is to extend even be yond the limits of the factory, for every loaf of bread on being taken from the oven will be wrapped in a sheet of waxed paper and so sent out to the market. The grocery boy may handle it, but the customer who buys it may eat of it in perfect serenity of mind, knowing that it has not come into con tact with liis grimy hands or been piled up on dirty counters. The capacity of the fnctory is to be 30,000 loaves of broe'i dallv _ Trie fastest flowing river in the world is the Sutiej, in India. Its descent is 12, 0c0 feet in 180 miles. THE LIGHT ON THE WAY. | Sorrow co'-ing up the slope- Coming right along; I Listen to the bells of Hope,— .We'll drown her with a song! Swinging, Ringine;— Listen to their singing! Sorrow's only for a day: Hope is lighting up the way! Not in darkness do wo grope; When the storm strikes strong Listen to the bells of Hope,— Dro\vn it with a song! Swinging, Ringing;— Listen to their singing! Sorrow's only for a day: Hope is lighting up the way! Hear the world's heart throb and beat As she rolls along! Thorns but make the roses sweet,— Drown 'em with a song! Swinging, Ringing;— Listen to their singing! Sorrow's only for a day: Hope is lighting up the way! —Atlanta Constitution. gOGOOOOOGOOOCOOOOOCOOGQCOG 8 TWO HOME COMINGS. § o o O By Annie Hamilton Donnell. O Q O OOQCCCGQGCCOSGOOGOOCQOQGOO IT was one of Scarecrow's poorest dnys. They were all poor. There were seldom many errands to do, 4 and never, never enough to eat. When a boy is only ten and lives all by himself In the dreariest attic In the dreariest tenement in the very, very dreariest alley in a great city, and when the errands fail—well, Is it any wonder a boy gets downhearted? Scarecrow was downhearted. The Invalid In the other attic across the bit of a hallway liad not beard him whis tle for three days. She could hardly have Imagined beforehand how she would miss the shrill, cheery sound. When Scarecrow whistled it seemed to make it easier for her to draw the needle through the stiff white cloth with her thin, weak fingers. 'Toor little fellow, he's a-drendln' havin' her eoino home. No wonder he ain't whistlin'l" the invalid mused. Was that what Scarecrow was dreading? Or was it something else? There were so many things to dread. He crept downstairs again and out through the noisome alleyway to a corner on one of the busy streets. There he waited on listlessly. It was almost night when his good luck came. "Errand, mister? Cotter errand fer a feller? Kin I run? gimme a try! On'y a fiver to go a mile—dat's de bar gala price." "Eh, eh, what's that?" The looming figure half halted and looked down absently into the anxious face. Thou it went on. Scarecrow rati along beside it. "Cotter errand, mister—say?" "Oh, you want a job, eh? That's it." "Yes, sir—wot'll yer bet I does! De doctor has prescribed a dose er vittles fer mo stummick. Ob, say, mister, mister! Gimme a job!" The figure slackened its pace again. "But I haven't any job—well, well, let's see. Come with me. I suppose you might run 011 ahead with the lit tle chap's greens." At a florist's up the street he bought a load of trailing green vines and cheap bright flowers and put them In the boy's hands. "Take them to Chandler street—one hundred and seven. Here's a quarter. Now run! the sooner you get there the better." Scarecrow gazed through a screen of vines at the silver lying on liis grimy little palm. It took on enor mous proportions and twiukled glori ously, wealthily. "I ain't got 110 change—l runs 'em fer a fiver," he muttered. The man towering above him laughed good-naturedly. "Well, run this one 'fer' a quarter. It's worth it—it isn't any common er rand," lie said. And his face as he strode away was radiant with n sud den joyful remembrance. No, no, this was no common errand! This was nn errand out of a huudred—a thou sand! The man smiled joyously. In anoth er minute Scarecrow felt his hand on his shoulder again, and another sil ver quarter dropped through the vines into the small brown hand. "It's worth it. Off with you!" The man laughed. It did not occur to him to distrust the tattered little messenger. He was not in a distrustful mood. At Chandler street, 107, the lights were all lighted. It seemed to be n regular illumination. Scarecrow could see through the unshaded windows a big, bright room, that seemed full and running over with eager-faced little boys. Tall hoys—short boys—curly boys—straight boys—and one little kilted boy who danced wildly about. One, two, three—Scarecrow counted boys. There were six of them! And what was this they were doing? The little street boy stood watching them outside. "W-e-l-c-o-m-e," lie spelled slowly to himself, as one by one the big green paper letters were tacked up over the mantel in the big, bright room. The word, complete, meant nothing defi nite to Scarecrow. Ho puzzled over it curiously. Then he knocked loud ly at the door beside the window. A troop of boys answered the knock with a headlong rush. "Oh, oh! it's the flowers!—-Daddy's sent 'em! A boy's brought 'em!" "The flowers have come!" •'An' the smile-axel!" "They're red an' pink an' yellow— nn' they smell—my!" "Goody, goody—hooray!" In an instant little Scarecrow's arms were empty, and the rush back to the bright-lighted room iiad begun. Scare crow plucked the sleeve of the rear boy boldly and whispered: "Say, wot's de game?" he asked eagerly. "Wot's dem letters in dure spell out?" I "Why, don't you know?" the little follow exclaimed in astonishment. "They spell 'Welcome,' because moth er's coming home to-morrow. To-mor row morning—yes, sir-ree! They've cured her at the hospital, and she's coming home. We've got pieces to speak, and singing, and we're going to drape the picture with vines and flow ers. I tell you there's times, when your mother comes home!" Little Scarecrow crept away in the darkness. Even the bright silver quar ters clinked, unheard, in his pocket, lie was thinking. There are "times"—l tell you!-- when your mother comes home. Thav is what Scarecrow was thinking. Scarecrow's mother was coming home, too, to-morrow. Had they "cured" her at that great, grim hos pital for sick souls, over there? All at once Scarecrow remembered some thing. She was coming out weeks earlier, because of "good behavior," they said. Some one had told him. Scarecrow was conscious suddenly of being proud of his mother. He had never been proud of her in his life before. "Dey're goin' to let her out sooner along o' her hehavin' good," he mur mured, a little glow warming his thin, brown cheeks. "Oh, I say, mebbe"— his voice quavered excitedly—"mebbe dey'sc cured her!" But there would be no green nnd flowers or "welcome" on the wall. The utter contrast smote Scarecrow like n dull blow. lie stopped in the street and sobbed in sudden compassion. There would be no vines, no flowers, no singing—no anything—when Scare crow's mother came home. That oth er mother would have them all. Then the silver coins clinked remind- Ingly. They bore Inspiration straight from the tattered pocket of despondent Scarecrow to his brain under the tat tered cap. Fifty cents will "carry" a great way sometimes, and it was Scarecrow's trade to carry things. There were the odds nnd ends of greens and the half wilted flowers that the florist let him have cheap; there were the buns and sausages and the tea—and the bit of sugar and milk, lie carried them all home to the attic in the dreary alley. All the way up stairs, flight after flight, Scarecrow whistled. Across the dark hallway the invalid woman took up her nee dle again and smiled. "Maybe she ain't comin' homo after all—then I don't wonder he feels like whistlin\" she thought. "It's dread ful good to hear him again 1" The little attic was swept nnd pol ished and decorated with the treasures from the florist's. Scarecrow got up at the first ray of daylight to do it. And he set out liis little feast on the tilting old table. Over the one little window he nailed a gigantic W that he had fashioned patiently out of shreds of green. It was crooked and queer, but it was a W, and it began the word welcome. He would explain —she would understand. 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