Only to hear her voice again,
Its sweet tones soft and low!
It charmed me when I heard it tl~en
A little while ago,
.And still I feel it o'er me steal--
it will not let me go.
'Tis lint the echo of her song,
The shadow of the sound
Of that dear voice for which I long
That follows me around,
Yet find it well in that sweet spell
To know my heart is bound•
Only to hear her voice again.
]Beside me fondly near,
In tones of tenderness as when
She held my love as dear.
When joys have left the heart bereft
How precious they appear!
My heart Is now a harp held mute
Till her voice touch the strings;
If to her ear response be clear
True harmony it brings.
For, as she will, the harp is still
For, as she will, the harp is still.
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Foliy's Fire,
]BY ELIZABETH CHERRY WALTZ.
(Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
The old grandmother was dead and
the baby, Angels, had followed her, as
if the loving creature had beckoned to
her from heaven. The winter had been
long; the debts heavy and work scarce.
Aurella, with feverish eyes and scar-
let lips, had sewed and toiled. Law-
rence, her husband, was sullen and
discouraged. His tasks were irksome
and to him there seemed little com-
fort aL home. His trembling hands
and shifting glances begged pitifully
fOr a change, a relief of mind and
body.
In the spring news came to Aurelia
of the death of her grandmother's
brother, a wealthy bachelor• He had
~'llled the grandmother some money,
and it fell to Aurelia as her heir.
When she heard of it she went to
Lawrence at the forge and sat down
on the bench near him. It was a long
time since she had sat there--almost a
Year.
"That money is coming to me, Law-
~ence."
"Well ?"
"I have been counting on what I'd
do. I'm going to give you five hun-
dred dollars for granny's keep."
"I grudged her nothing," he said
doggedly.
"Oh, I know, but you felt the bur-
den. I'm going to raise it a little. I
Want you to rent the shop and get
away. I want you to be free and to see
life 'thout so much hardness. That's
What I'm going to do."
"Oh, but it's your money!"
"I'm going away, too--and see how
it is to be free. You go your way
and I'll go mine. If you want to come
back, maybe you will find me here,
Patching, sewing, tailoring, mending;
~hen maybe you will not."
He glanced up and down the road
With a relief on his fa~e that did not
e~cape ,her scornful eyes.
"It might do us both a deal o' good
to get away," he said, cautiously, "but
"That money is comin' to me."
I did not like to propose it. Since you
~ay so, I'll be off as soon as I can find
ia man to take the shop. We can come
back in a year."
1 "In a year and a day," she said more
ightly; "if I am not here, I will send
[ a letter and So must you. Now you
] are free."
IIn a year and a day he was at the
forge again. He was stalwart and
I~erry. Life had gone well with him.
The old postmistress shook her head
as she handed him a letter.
"So the times have gone-good with
you, Lawrence?"
"And gayly," he replied. "I am yet
in my youth and can enjoy. The
towns are full of sport for a man who
loves a light heart and good company.
But I promised Aurelia. She is,
doubtless, well amused somewhere. Au-
relic was handsome and can take care
of herself."
There she was in the doorway.
The old woman scowled at him while
he read:
"I am indeed well off, content, but
will come if I am called. I enclose
another sum of money. If you would
roam farther go fop another year and
a day." ''~
Adversity came upon him in the
next year, adversity' and sickness. His
bold and gay friends fell away and he
was near to beggary. But he would
not return until the time was up lest
he not be able to hear from Aurelia
and not be bidden home as he now
desired. He went to and fro over the
county selling nostrums and wonder-
ing what had become of Aurelia.
On the day set he came into the
village. A great coach and four block-
ed the street and at his old shop door
he met Aurelia in gorgeous array and
with ~he scorn of a princess in her
bearing•
"'You see I keep my promises," she
said, gayly, "and how goes the world
with you?"
She was so splendid that his heart
beat madly.
"Aurelia! What luck has come to
you ?"
"The favors of the rich. And I am
beautiful, they tell me. I do not be-
lieve you knew it in those old days.
Now here is money and you shall have
another year's freedom. Go and be
merry, also."
"But, Aurelia, I----" he stammered.
She mounted into the coach laugh-
ing gayly and was soon away. Only
the old postmistress was left to cackle
at him as he stood like a man in a
dream.
"Burned by Folly's Fire--always the
wages of the foolish."
The year went by slowly enough.
Now Lawrence was not content with
the inns and taverns or cottages, but
haunted the houses and castles of the
rich. He saw wealth and splendor,
but he nowhere saw Aurella--nor any
one who was so lovely. The old life
came back to him with its industry,
its~ simplicity, its stern duties. He
saw it in a new light. How pure, how
innocent, how lovely was.his child
wife! How long she had gone about
her duty uncomplainingly, while he re-
belied! Now that he had seen the
world he knew all that other life
meant. But what of Aurelia?
A year and a day! It seemed an
eternity. Once mort~ he walked into
the hamlet. The cottage looked fami-
liar, its dooryard bright with the gay
flowers the traveler admired, the win-
dows open and white-curtained. And--
could he believe his eyes?--Aurelia in
her old print gown, there she was in
the doorway !
He could not speak from excess of
emotion. He leaned against the great
tree in front of the gate and waited for
her to come out to him.
"I see you have discarded your fine
array," he said coldly.
She smiled rather sadly.
"I left it all at the castle of my
godmother."
"And now?"
"Here is money for your wanderings
again."
"I do not want it."
"W~hat will you, then?"
"The old life, if--I can. the old
thought, the old work--and the old
love."
She smiled brightly.
"So you have roamed enough. Well,
it is a good thing to come home after
being long away."
"And you--where have you been and
how long since your return? What
of the coach and the splendid gowns?"
"T~hey were my godmother's loan for
a short time."
He looked at her perplexed.
"A short time? t~[ow long were you
away ?"
"Foolish one! Not at all. Why
should I go? I have spun and brewed
and baked. I have seen the world
from my window and d,oor here. Wom-
en are not so varying, Lawrence• I
did not care to follow fool~Z fire---not
I, sir."
"And now?"
"Your place is ready. I fancy you
will rove no more--at least, not soon.
Is it not so?"
RECORD OF EARLY BOOKS.
First English 13ook Was Not Printed in
England,
The first book printed in the Eng-
lish language was not printed in Eng-
land. William Caxton, the English mer-
cer, carried on business in Bruges. In
]469, he began to translate into English
the "Recueil des Histoires de Troye,"
and to supply the great demand for
copies of the book he set himself to
learn the art of printing. The "Re-
cueil," the hrst printed English book,
iarobably appeared in 1474, and may
have been printed either at Cologne or
in Bruges. In 1475 Caxton printed an-
other work translated from the French.
Its title was "The Game and the Playe
of the Chesse." This was the s~cond
printed English book. Caxton left
Bruges in 1476 and set up his press in
Westminster, England. Such is one ac-
count but other authorities hold that
the book on chess was printed at West-
minster and was the first book printed
in England. The Encyclopaedia Brit-'
annica says: "At what date Caxton
brought his press to England and set it
up at Westminster is quite uncertain.
It was probably between 1471 and 1477;
1474 is the date of the Game and Playe
of Chesse; but the tradition that this
work was printed in England may not
be correct." However that may be, it
was the second book printed in the
English language.--Montreal Herald
and Star.
A Remarkable Story.
An article in La Science pour
informs us that a Chillan botanist has
discovered a plant that coughs when
the slightest particle of dust alights on
the surface of one of its leaves.
Strange as this may seem, it is not at
all, for upon sufficient provocation it
appears the leaf of this same plant
turns red and spasmo~lic tremors pass
over it in sucession, while it gives out
a sound precisely like sneezing. The
so-called respiration of plants is well
known to botanists, but when it comes
to coughing, blushing and sneezing it
would seem that a special examination
should be made both of the plant and
the botanist reporting the phenomena.
From Standing Grain to Loaf.
A Great Bend (Kan.) correspondent
of the Kansas City Journal writes:
'%tanding wheat in the field at noon
today, harvested, threshed, ground into
flour, baked into bread in large quanti-
ties by a bakery and sold around town
for 6 o'clock supper was a record-
breaker in this county this afternoon,
in quickness of conversion of standing
wheat in the field to the bread plate.
A combined harvester and thresher is
doing work in California style near
town. Several bushels were taken to the
Moses Mill and Elevator company,
ground into flour thence the flour went
to the Moore bakery, was made into
bread, baked and offered for sale in
quantities.
s
Tanning Leather.
The slowness of the process of tan-
ning is largely due to the difficulty
with which the tannin penetrates into
the hide. As the penetration pro-
gresses the outer part of the hide be-
comes converted into leather and is
thereby made impervious, consequent-
ly the rate of penetration decreases.
Months of soaking in the tanpit are
therefore necessary for thick hides.
God does not pay weekly, but pays
at the end.
He who plants fruit trees must not
count upon the fruit•
It's i~ard to catch hawks with
empty hands. (With empty hands
men may no hawks lure.--Caucer.)
AI E3ClCA'S C Vt".
The noticeable feature that is asso-
ciated with the historic America's cup,
and which at first glance speaks vol-
umes in favor of the temperance
yachtsman, is the fact that never since
the bit of silver was fashioned into
the Royal Squadron One Hundred
Guinea Cup by which name it was
first known--has it held intoxicating
liquors of any sort. Candor compels
the admission that the reason for this
is that the cup has no bottom. ]t was
more than a generation after the old
schooner "America" won the cup, be-
fore this fact became known to the
club members. It was during a ban-
quet sometime in the early seventies,
and when a toast was proposed to the
"blue ribbon of the seas," it was sug-
gested that the cup be brought, filled
with sparkling champagne, and
!quaffed in fitting style from that re-
ceptacle. Nels Olsea, the big good-
natured superintendent of the club,
was despatched for the cup, which was
them out is notable. J. Pierpont Mor-
gan's "Corsair III.," which is a repre-
sentative boat of the fleet, cost its
owner about $75,000 a year while she
is incommission, and even then, he
is not noted as a lavish entertainer•
The club has recently built a new
home on West Forty-fourth street.
New York city, which is the finest of
it~ kind in the world. In design, it is
of modern Italian rennalssance. It is
equipped with a library of great value;
chart room, with charts around the
world, a quaint grill room built like
"between decks" on an old man-of-
war. The model room, which is the
most pretentious apartment of all,
contains models and half models of all
the noted yachts in the club fleet, and
others of importance that fly the flag
of other nations. A pretty custom of
the club is to. make the owner of the
challenger for the America's Cup an
honorary member of the organization,
and all those who are living today,
duly br0ugM forth" from its niche and
placed in front of the toastmaster.
Several bottles of wine were brought,
but Just before pouring the fizzing
fluid into the silvery depths, it occur-
SIR THMOAS LIPTON'S SHAMROCK IL
with the single exception of the Earl
of Dunraven, are members of the club•
The Irish earl was at one time a
member, but was requested to resign
after his memorable charge against
the owner of the "Defender" in 1895,
which were absolutely without founda-
tion in fact•
Fifty ~ar~r Al/o.
More than fifty years ago, before the
nineteenth century grew old, a f~w
enthusiastic yachtsmen met on bo~ixd
Commodore Stevens' schooner "Gim-
crack," and organized the New York
Yacht Chlb. There were about a doz-
en men in the cabin of the old yacht,
young fellows who loved the sea in
all its varied moods, and who banded
together for pur4 sport. Success of
the new organization was drunk in the
s~mpler beverages of the time, for in
those days when the sport of yacht-
ing was scarcely in its teens, yachts°
men were not the luxurious set who,,
THE AMERICA'S CUP,.
in these days of splendid steam yachts,
recline under awnings and sip cham-
pagne from cut glasses, while the soft
zephyrs waft the blue smoke from
their perfectos to leeward, and the
song of the sea gurgles soothingly
past the shapely hull. Many years ago
the "Gimcrack" joined her prototypes
in "Davy Jones' locker," but Just how
New York Yacht club has prospered is
a matter of history. Its growth was
healthy. Many young fellows joined
the little coterie, and the squadron
swelled from half a dozen modest
sailing yachts to the greatest fleet of
pleasure craft in the wide world. To-
day the blue burgee, with its red cross
and white star is known and respected
on all the seven seas. The founders
of the club did not grow old, but
drifted into eternity at intervals.
None of them is alive to-day.
The Princess Frederick-August of
Saxony, daughter of the grand duke
and duchess of Tuscany, who some day
will be queen of Saxony, is taking a
regular course of training as trained
nurse at the Lutheran hospital l~
Dresden. The princess is particularly
INDEPENDTNCE.
interested in ambulance work and
"first aid to the injured."
An oi1 tank, holding 1,260,000 gallon,,
has been built in San Francisco for
storing oil fuel for the use of the street
railway companies.
COLUMBIA.
~edto s~rq~.01~e to look inside the cup.
It was found to be minus a bottom,
and the wine was drunk in the ordi-
nary manner.
Other Valuable Cup~.
The America's Cup, although the
most noted of any prize in the world,
is not the only one that has attracted
attention in yachting circles. Two
ether famous cups, presented by the
New York Yacht Club--the Cape
May Cup and the Brenton Reef Cup--
have been won in international con-
tests by the British cutter "Genesis."
The 'Genesta" crossed the˘ ocean in
quest of the America's CtSp, but the
',"Puritan," ~design~cl by Burgess, of
Boston, proved stlperlor. Before leav-
ing, the "Genesta" was entered in the
race for the Cape May Cd'p off the Jer-
sey coast, and in the Brenton's Reef
Cup was sailed off Newport. She won
them both. and it was not until Royal
Phelps Carroll's "Navahoe" cr~med the
ocean that an American yacht again
competed for these trophies. Sh~
brought back the Brenton's Reef Cup,
but the Cal~ May Cup still adorns the
haa~dm)me club house of the Royal
Ya'dht Sii~adt'on at Cowes.
.Ne~ ~or/( ~acht Club.
Three races acro~ the ocean have
been held by yachts of the New York
Yacht Club, one between the "Daunt-
less" and "Coronet," and the other
between the "Vesta," "Fleetwing," and
"Henrietta"; the latter was sailed dur-
ing December, and proved the sea-
worthiness of the American craft.
The yachts enrolled in the cluh, both
sail and steam, are the fastest:in the
world, and the d~agnificence in fittin~
NEW YORK YACHT CLUB'S ~UP DEFENDER CONSTITUTION,
