"I wonder why I shed those tears
Vv'hen they laid my little child away?
After the lapse of wearyln8¢ years
I am glad that I sit alone to-day;
I can hear his laugh and his glad wild
shout,
I can see him still, as he ran about,
And I know the prayer he used to say.
"I hold his picture to my face "
And I fancy I feel his hand again
As it creeps into mine, and he takes his
place
On my knee, as he did in the fair days
when
The world and the fates were kind to me
And the songs I heard were but songs of
glee,
And I stirred the envy of other men.
"His days were only days of Joy,
Happy, he shouted the hours away;
1-1'e was glad with the glee of a careless
boy,
He laughed as only the Innocent may;
He never was doomed to wearily fret
I=le never looked back with vain regret
At the close of a sorrowful day.
"I keep the little clothes he wore,
I treasure the shoes that encased his
feet;
The way was smooth that he traveled
o'er,
The flowers that bloomed at Its sides
were sweet;
The winds that blew through his curly
hair
Had blown out of peaceful realms and
fair--
There were no grim foes that he had to
meet.
"I wonder why I shed those tears
~hen they crossed his hands and laid
him away?
After the lapse of wearying years
I am glad that I toil alone to-day!
He knew life's gladness, but not its woe,
And I ~aave his memory, and I know
The sweet little prayer he used to say."
--S. E. Kiser.
The Girl o! Lamy,
BY H. ~ CALLAHAN.
{C¢l~rtght, 1901. Dy Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Just a handful of wooden houses in
Lsmy, thrown together as if by the
haphazard hand of a careless God into
th,~ little pocket of the mountains that
stlmd like priests around the city of
Santa Fe. 1tore it is that the dust
gray coaches which thunder in from
Ali=ona on the west, meet their broth-
enid from the east and exchange for a
few brief moments the greetings of the
way.
Of course, the red clap-board eating-
house and station are the main ~ttrac-
tiens during these arrivals and present
tcen~ of unwonted activity to those
accustomed to the aching solitude of
the place by day or its blinking dream-
Iness beneath the stars at night.
No one distinctly remembers Just
when or how the Girl became an insti-
tution at Lamy. However, they do re-
member that one September morning
some years back there was a new face
behind the counter in the eating-house;
a face framed in dull gold hair and
lighted by two bl~e-gray eyes, which
seemed forever on the brink of laugh-
ter. The boys who made their home
in t~e little clap-board affair used to
call her Mollie; but $t was a name of
their own devising and she accepted
it, as she did many other little things,
with an inscrutable smile that puzzled,
yet meant nothing. When the crews
would come in from a heavy climb,
soaked to the bone with rain and sleet,
the Girl was there in a motherly way,
with a stiff three fingers of whisky and
a supper that lifted them clear of their
weariness. Or, if on a Saturday night,
~A New Face Behind the Counter.
the sor"ds of a brawl would flaunt
down on the still air the Girl would
walk over to German Joe's in a busi-
ness*like way and scatter,the drunkest
of them with a quiet word and an ad-
monnttory Jerk of the sleeve that sent
them sneaking out like coyotes. Then,
perhaps, she would stand and smile in
the doorway with her hair blowing in
the wind, her eyes speaking more plain-
ly than words that a new era had be-
gun in Lamy. Her sway was absolute.
And it Was not long before every fire-
boy and throttle-man on the Division
had had his own individual experience,
"Where's Dan?"
tamed by the graceful slip of a girl
with golden hair, who seemingly came
from nowhere~the Angel of the Grade.
This was all before Dan Beard hap-
pened in. Daa was from the Colorado
hills and no angel. They had put him
first on the little bunt~ line that runs
crazily over the hills to Santa Fe.
Then he was shifted to the main line
for relay work and became a fixture at
Lamy. Dan was six feet one, brown as
leather and as toNgh, and incidentally
~ould drink more whisky than any
man this side of Phoenix. He spent
his mornings against the bar in Ger-
man Joe's place, cursing out the road,
from the president down. Then about
ten minutes before his run began he
would shuffle over to his machine and
get his orders. When these were duly
scanned Dan would open up No. 20
gently and sneak out of Lamy like a
snake, but before the whistling post
was passed he had her galloping over
the rails like a frightened thing and
bellowing like a bull. He became no-
torious as the most reckless devil on
the road, and everybody said that
sooner or later there would be a smash
somewhere up in the hills and Dan
Beard would get off the line forever.
But the smash didn't seem to come,
and Dan's mad way continued. Then a
change came. It was almost imper-
ceptible. But gradually Dan dropped
away from the whisky and bade fair to
quit it altogether. He didn't take the
grades so fast and slackened up on the
curves almost llke the rest. Some said
it was "Mollie." Some said the Divl-
sion Superintendent. Nobody ever
really knew.
It was a morning ~[~ the early June
the gr~at event occurred. A dispatch
had come over the wires saying that
a special was coming from the east and
that a double-header would be needs~
to carry it over the grades. Dan
Beard's No. 20 could climb a tree, and
the big fellow gut his orders to make
the run. It was getting close to start-
ing time and Johnny Coleman, Dan's
fire lmy, was growing anxious. Dan
had not shown up all morning. He
was not at German Joe's, nor around
the station. The dispatcher was stand-
ing in the sun looking at his watch and
swearing safely to himself. He was
Just on the point of putting another
man on No. 20, when something white
caught his eye on the hill-path that
runs above the cut. As it came nearer
he saw it was Mollie, and right behind
was Dan, clumsily picking his way
over the stones. At the station Dan
called out: "All ready," to the dis-
patcher, looking rather sheepish and
strangely happy.
"Remember, Dan," spoke Mollie, as
No. 20 began to move. "Not another
drop, little girl. Not another------" and
ee waved a brown fist back at the girl,
ts the tender bumped over the switch
to the main track. And not until the
big machine dwindled to a mere bug
in the distance did Mollie turn her
back and disappear in the doorway.
That night the special from the east
was late. It crept into Lamy 'with one
engine and that engine was not No. 20.
The little knot that gathered in curi-
osity on the platform felt in ,their
hearts something was impending.
Johnny Coleman limped up, his head
bandaged in white cloth, and looking
weak and sick.
"Where's Dan?" asked a little wom-
an with a face very white.
Johnny Coleman did not answer, but
looked uneasily away. They were
lifting something very gently from the'
baggage car to lay it on the platform.
Johnny told as briefly as possible the
details.
"Making up time, we left the track
at the culvert," he said. "I Jumped
clear, but Dan didn't get out in time.
When we got him from beneath he
was pretty bad. Ands" (someone
was crying very softly over where Dan
lay.) Johnny continued: "I guess we
could ha' pulled 'lm through at that.
But he wouldn't take the whisky we
give him.
" 'Ain't drinking, Johnny; not an-
other drop,' was all he said, and then
he sort o' turned over like a tired
little kid and--I 'spose that's when he
died."
That night was a lonely vigil in
Lamy and along in the early dawn
they buried Dan Beard. He's up there
near the hill-path that runs above the
cut, and can hear the 100 tonners
climbing up the grade. And some-
times when the boys give the long blast
for the Junction they just pull a short
one for Dan--the worst man on the
Division.
If you are ever down that way, drop
in on the girl at the eating-house.
She's not very stylish, and I guess per-
haps her talk is a bit western, but
somehow or other they seem to think
pretty well of her in Lamy. And, by
the way, they don't call her "Mollie"
any more. It's just Dan Beard's girl~
the Girl at Lamy.
'~rhore's • ]Pipe."
Do you know there is much fake
business about the pipe-smoking and
pipe-offering host? So long has the
earth been flooded with rot and rub-
bish about "the pipe" that ordinary
men must live fifty years before they
can break away from the idea that a
briar or cob, packed with long-cut or
granulated at 20 cents a pound is the
very quintessence of comfort and hos-
pitality. Tut-tut! Who wants to put
between his lips a guttapercha stem
that others have slobbered through? I
have in mind several acquaintances
who keep on hand from ten to a dozen
rancid old pipes to hand around when
friends call. Such men are practicing
economy for economy's sake. They
are too mean to offer you a 10-cent
cigar, and l~retend that their dirty
old pipes are good enough for any-
body. Catch 'era outside and ask if
they'll have a smoke. Why, certain-
ly. And they order quarter cigars. I
have had much experience of these
chap,--New York Press.
Advloo to Girls Who T~avoL
The young girl who is traveling by
herself should seek informatio.n from
the train people rather than from her
companions on the train. No girl in
traveling should make confidants of
strangers of either sex, disclose her
name, her destination of her family af-
fairs, or make acquaintances on the
road. She may, however, show kind
attention to a mother traveling with
little children, amuse a wearied little
one, and politely thank anyone who
does her an unobtrusive kindness.~
Margaret E. Sangster in the Ladles'
Home Journal.
A Cosmopollt•n Army,
The conflict between the Germans
and Czechs in Austria-Hungary, which
deserves Secretary Seward's appella-
tion of "the irrepressible conflict,"
makes interesting a study of the ele-
ments composing the army of that
country, which consists of 428,000
Slavs, 227,000 Allemands, 120,000 Mag-
yars, 48,000 Roumanians and 14,000
Italians. The Slavs are made up of
174,000 Czechs, 76,000 Poles, 75,000
Ruthenians, 75,000 Croatians and Ser-
vlans and 28,000 Slavonians.
New York the Sunniest City.
New York claims to be the sunniest
of the large cities. The United States
weather bureau has charts in light and
ihade showing, from 1870 to 1895, how
many days have been sunny in each
part of the country. Akhough Arizona
has sometimes attained a percentage
of 80 and other parts of the west have
seen very clear skies, New York cLty
follows closely with a mean percent-
age of 50.
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:Current Topics|
Dr. I-I. Finlay Helms of Lincoln,
Nob., who was sued by MIss Louise
Lacey of Chicago for $10,000 for breach
of l~romise, was to have filed an an-
swer last week in the District court,
hut instead he filed a motion asking
that the plaintiff be required t~ bs
DR. H~ FINLEY HELMS.
more specific in her petition so far as
it relates to a trousseau which she says
she bought at a cost of $500. The mo-
tion of Dr. Helms asks that the plain-
tiff be required to give an itemized
statement showing the number and na-
ture of each article in the trousseau
and the cost of each. Miss Lacey was
formerly a stenographer for Hibbard,
Spencer, Bartlett & Co., of Chicago,
but resigned her position to enter into
a marriage contract.
The Ha~ze ~Profezfz.
The report that the members of the
arbitration tribunal of The Hague con-
ference are to protest against Joseph
Chamberlain's speech on the employ-
ment of Kaffirs against the Boers in
South Africa is the first sign of life
we have had from that quarter in a
long time. It is timely. The discov-
ery that Great Britain has been arm-
ing savages against the little remnant
of the republican forces is the latest
series of revolting revelations that
have deprived her of the last spark of
foreign sympathy.
It was agreed in the beginning on
both sides that this was to be a white
man's war. Had it been otherwise the
Boers could have offered such induce-
ments to the huge masses of savages
enveloping the British settlements as
would have turned them loose upon
Cape Colony and Natal. The odds on
a white basis are so tremendous
against the little republics that the
enlistment of Kaffirs against them ap-
pears peculiarly mean. Are not the
55,000,000 people of European blood in
the Pritish Empire enough to dispose
of a quarter of a million Boers, with-
out having to call in the black barba-
rians of Africa?---Chicago American.
Ofg~erz Hi~ Life.
Colorado Dairy Commissioner T. L.
Monson volunteers to swallow o~
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T. L. MONSON.
otherwise take into his system the
germs of animal tuberculosis to prove
or disprove Dr. Koch's theory that the
disease in cows and other animals is
not communicable to humans. Mr.
Monson believes in Dr. Koch's theory~
He declarcs he is sincere in his offer;
and makes only one provislon--that
his family must be given an annuity
if the experiment proves fatal to him.
.~re~$paper~ a,¢ J~d~zcafor,r.
Prof. W. H. Lynch, of Mountain
Grove Academy, at Mountain Grove,
Me., is credited with readlhg more
pald-for newspapers than any other
man in the United States. He sub-
scribes for 58 newspapers, six of them
dailies. The professor says: "I use
the newspapers in my classes. They
are the best instrument in the world
for teaching current history and
geography.. The real drama of life in
its varied forms of commercial, politi-,
cal and social relations must be seen
and learned through 'the mirror of the
world,' the newspaper. Every Friday!
morning in the academy is devoted to i
the reading of newspapers."
~arro~x Fa~orx Afhlef¢cx.
Rev. J. H. Barrows of Oberlin be-
lieves that the "rage" for athletics
will be overruled for good; that we'll
form the outdoor hab~lt and be the
healthier for it. "If 1 had the ear of
the leading business men of America,"
he says, "I would whisper in it as the
wisest counsel I know to men over 50
years of age, 'Golf first and business
afterward.' This means longer-lived,
more successful, happier and better
The Petit Bleu of Bruemeis publishes
an open letter from the Belgian his-
torian, Barral, to Edmond Rostrand,
the author of "L'Aiglon," which
touches on a curious point of real or
alleged history. Rostand's wife is a
granddaughter of Marshal Gerard,
who in 1832 led a French army through
Belgium.
The object of this letter is to ascer-
tain if Mme. Rostand has any papers
of her grandfather which may throw
light on the attack made by his troops
on the B~tish Lion, which stands on
a hill at Waterloo. The French sol-
diers, it seems, endeavored to ~ver-
throw this insulting monument, and it
was all that the marshal could do to
prevent its destruction.
Now M. Barral has discovered that
though the British Lion is still there,
its tail has been sadly twisted, and he
wants to know how and when.
The tall, once borne proudly aloft,
flamboyant and aggressive, now trails
as limply and tamely as that of the
harmless and necessary cat.
In the Brussels Museum is a plaster
cast marked "Model of the Lion of
Waterloo," and this has an erected
tail, while the iron on the battle field
has a drooping one.
According to M. Barral's account, the
French soldiers broke off the lion's
tall, which was subsequently replaced'
by a new one or by the old one in a
new position.
M. Barral has also interrogated the
proprietors of the Belgian foundry
where the lion was ca.st about 1830.
They state that the original model had
an elevated tail, and feel quite certain
that the cast was like unto it.
Fair ~Porfo "~ican ~Pamfer.
Miss Herminia Davila of Porto Rico
has placed a portrait of Andrew Car-
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HERMINIA DAV~LA.
~egle on exhibition in the Porto Rlcan
section of the Pan-American. The por-
trait is done in black and white silk
of such minute needlework that the
effect is similar to steel engraving.
The picture presents th~ head and
shoulders of Mr. Carnegie, and is an
exact reproduction of a photograph.
The frame was also designed by Miss
Davlla, and she has embroidered many
dainty pansies in the four white cor-
ners.
,$'peed of Locomo#i,Oe~r ~e.rtedo
A locomotive on the New Jersey
Central Railroad was recently tested
with a train of nine coaches, and made
over three miles at the rate of elgthy-
two miles per hour, and them ber-
formances can be repeated-regularly.
This is not to say, however, ttta~ the
average rate of speed of American
locomotives is over eighty miles pet
hour, for it is very much less, but ~t
shows that they have a force in re-
serve which can be called on in emer-
gencies to make up lost time. The
only oecurate data for comparing the
performances of locomotives are what
are technically called "train sheets."
These bxe official records compiled fox
theoflicersof/the roads,in which "noth.
lng ts extenuated or aught set down
in malice," and they show that, com-
pared with foreign locomotives, our
own are far ahead in all that consti-
tutes efficiency, speed and economy.
A ~omrfer in /far~e~rz,
The Rev. Charles A. Long of the
York (Pa.) German Baptist church,
when not occupied with the duties of
n]s charge, finds diversion in the rais-
ing of fancy chickens. The pastor's
pretty little 6-year-old daughter is
very fond of her father's chickens, and
she has displayed a peculiar ingenuity
in taming and teaching a number of
the fowls to perform tricks. Several
of them follow her where she wills and
are frequently her only playmates.
One handsome Black Mlnorea rooster,
harnessed to a wagon, takes a staid
old hen for a carriage ride, with little
Ira manipulating the reins, as shown
in the photograph. The same rooster
and several others have been taught
to play at see-saw, and they also haw
t~t)oman and #be l~tfche..
Mme. Schmahl, editor of the Avant
Courier, goes even further than Mine.
Sarah Grand in her advocacy of wom-
an's enfranchisement. Mme. Schmahl,
would apply the ax to the underpin-.
nings of our domestic institutions.
"The kitchen must go," says she, "be-
fore women meet the responsibilities:
of the twentieth century and specialize
their work according to their tastes."
That is, if women are to have free
scope for their intellectual develop-
ment during the present century, they'
must abandon the cooking stove and
the pantry, the refrigerator and the
china closet, the kneading board, the
rolling-pin and the broom, and devote
themselves exclusively to what Mme.
Schmahl regards as the higher pur-
suits.
How are they to do this if they ex-
pect to have husbands, children and
the happiness for which the soul of
every good woman yearns in these
days? Can they abandon the kitchen
and still preserve domestic peace? Or,
to put it in a broader way, will it be
possible for the woman of the twen-
tieth century to elimlna~e the kitchen
from her home life?
The Chtneze 2~ride Carrier.
Perhaps the queerest trade among
the Chinese of San Francisco Is tha~ of
bride carrier. There are three women
following this occupation in China-
town and making a comfortable, if
spasmodic, income.
The excuse for this trade is the
CARRYING A BRIDE.
Chinese custom of making the bride
an idler on her wedding day, forbid-
ding her either to walk or stand, and
requiring her to he carried from he~
husehold to that of her husband by
some one of her own sex. It would
perhaps be permitted that the bride's
mother or some of her female rela-
tions should perform this delicate at-
tention, but of late this is considered
not at all "swell" among upper-class
Chinese and their imitators. The real,
fashionable thing to do and the lucky
one as well is to have a regular pro-
fessional with a reputation for luck
and a correct and inside knowledge of
the ceremonies to be observed. And
when a Chinese family wishes to put
on a little extra "dog" over the mar-
riage of a daughter, all three of China-
town's professionals are hired.
Cotton in Cen#ral A.Tia.
The ambition of Russia to raise all
the cotton it needs seems to be on the
way toward fulfillment. Thomas Smith,
Umced States consul at Moscow, re-
ports that 233,500,000 pounds of cotton
were shipped into European Russia
from central Asia last year by way of
the Caspain Sea. The total production
of central Asia is now 800,000,000
pounds. This is not a large quantity
of cotton when compared with the
nearly 6,000,000,000 pounds which has
been raised in one year in the United
States, or with the 3,300,000,000 pounds
exported by this country last year. But
the size of the Russian crop is signifi-
cant because of the rapid increase it
shows over previous years. Russia is
raising at least ten times as much cot-
ton as it did a decade ago.
A J~o~#be~al ~'rexidenf.
Francisco L. Alcantara, a graduate
of the United States Military Academy,
has been elected
• president of the
state of Aragua,
VenezueIa. Young
Alcantara's father
was president of
Aragua some years
ago, and later was
president of the re-
public. Francisco
was graduated from
West Point four
.years ago. He was
a special cadet, ad-
mitted by President Cleveland on re-
quest of President Andueza Palacio.
The young man's political advance-
ment has been rapid and well, and al-
though he is only 27 years old he has
been elected to the presidency of one
of the most important states of Vene-
zuela. He is the youngest man occu-
kmerican citizens." , other acco|mplishments, pying so high an office. : ,
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