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:KINDER like the old songs, The songs ,I used ~o linow the (tear old country village, Of the dear old long ago. I kinder like the music ,of Ben Bolt, and other ~.unes They sang amoag the cedars In the scented, amorous Junes When the corn began to tassel ; When the lazy summer breeze Shook the perfume from the flowers As it filtered through the trees, "~Vith the sunlight of the season Glinting where the grasses spread, Where the roses fell in clusters, Blushing sweetly, deeply red-- Ah, yes, I like the old songs, The kind they used to sing "~Vhen life was like a primrose Just bursting in the spring. 'Somehow I llke the old songs-- Yes, The Maple on the Hill, Some Twenty Years Ago, Tom, And dear old Vv'hippocswill; And Starry Night for Ramble, And Coming Through the Rye, And other dear old melodies They sung to you and I-- Ah, yes, I like the old songs, The kind they used to sing ~rhen life was like a primrose Just bursting in the spring. Oh, how I love the old songs 1 heard at mother's knee. The sweet, entrancing melodies She used to sing to met The dear old funny Frog song-- Miss Mousie by his side-- And the song of Old Aunt Nancy, The old gray goose that died, And the songs about the foxes, And the things the foxes stole-- Oh, the mellowing cadences! How they sting a fellow's soul!-- Ah, yes, I like the old son.~s, The kind they used to sing Vehen life was like a primrose Just bursting in the spring. --New Orleans Times-Democrat. ,, ii ..... .::.):-:;/;;::.i:.~~" ~,f,;i: ~- ':. .):;2:::. ...... ;:,;. Her Johnnie Morgan, BY WILLIAM WENDHAM. (Copyright, 1901, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) His name was not Johnnie Morgan; it was Antonio Pansado. But from that day almost a year ago when she first heard and saw him, a very dirty and very picturesque Italian violinist, fiddling his way through the tightened purse strings and into the hearts of all who heard him, she had christened him and to herself had called him "'Johnnle Morgan." Almost a year It was and to her the shortest year she had ever lived, for It seemed as If this Antonio had brought with him into her life the blue sky and the sunshine of his own Italy. Miss Anna Gilbert was the teacher of drawing and painting In the Girls' College at Madisenvllle, and was more beloved than any teacher of the col- lege had ever been before. The title Which the girls had given her, "Saint Anna," was truly deserved, for so thickly did she sow the seeds of good- hess about her that had her harvest of thanks from poor struggling students been wheat at the right time of the market it would have given her a princess' Income. During her youth, for it must be confessed her youth was mostly be- hind her, srie had worked and sacri- ficed for her parents until their death, and then she struggled for the educa- tion of her younger brother and sis- ter. One gray October morning on her way to work she had been struck by A picturesque Italian vlollntsL the evident genius of the young Italian, who was playing his violin on the street. Always attracted by music she stopped to listen and was struck by the combination of poverty and genius In the handsome young fellow. He certainly was unnsualiy hand- come and he looked even younger than he was .for his face possessed a great sincerity and ingenuousness of expres- sion. The soft dark eyes and olive skin were enhanced by the exceeding thinness of the face and by the hun- gry look in the eyes--a hunger for spir- Itual and mental as well as physi- cal food, which, shining from those dark eyes appealed directly and power- lully to this warm-hearted woman. Knowing of an opening in the college zhe quietly put the man and the op- portunity together, with the result that ~he Italian, within a month, was giv- Jag lessons to a cla~ And the class grew immediately from three to thir-~ teen. To bis patroness he owed all, .and never did he cease to pour out to her his gratitude. He treated her with the greatest reverence and when walking home with her or meeting her coming to her duties he would hold open th~ gate or raise his hat as if she were a princess. Then she got into the habit of asking him to come in when he walked home with her and of making a cup of tea in her little bachelor room. which always seemed cosy and pleas- ant to them both, and had made his thanks overflow to "Mess Anna." She discovered that he was saving almost all his earnings toward a sum which would enable him to bring over his old father and mother. He poured out his music t~ Miss Gilbert, as he did his troubles, with those "foolish girls who will not work at ze lesson." And to all his plans and troubles she listened with sym- pathy, as she always had done to any of the students in whom~she was tak- Ing a special interest. But sympathy and friendliness in a woman's heart toward a man, when the man is young, handsome and manly, is going to grdw into love as surely as the acorn which Dame Nature also planted is going to grow into an oak. One June day after he had walked home with her she sat in her room and with many blushes faced lt~faced this fact that she loved the violinist. The song was all true: She loved her "Johnnie Morgan." And why not? she asked herself. Had she not worked hard for othe]~ all her life and been faithful in all things? Was it not right that the sunshine of love and happiness should come into her life. She dreamed tl~at night of a cottage filled with the music of a violin; #nd never had she looked so radiant a~d so young as she did the next day. "I had a letter ghis morning from my little sister," she said to Antonio the next evening as he Walked home with her. "She is coming next week to spend her vacation with me." "Ah, the little sister. I shall love the little child for the sake o,* Saint Anna," exclaimed Antonio. Saint Anna laughed. "'Oh, she's not so small as all that." she replied. Saidie is eighteen and a great tall girl, but I call her my little sister because she always has been my baby. She has been at Normal school a~d next season she will begin to teach." Saidie came, and a rosebud of rare perfection she was--a perfect type o/ blonde beauty, with a warm heart and a vivaclty which charmed all who met her. To her physical charms she add- ed a character built on strongest foun- dations, for to this baby sister had Miss Anna given all the loving care and earnestness of thought, all the building up of ideals that she had missed in her own girlhood and ac- quired in her hard battles with the world. The next time Antonio walked home with his "St. Anna" she insisted that he come in and see the "little sister." He came and they had a cup of tea, and Antonio, who was prepared to make himself agreeable for the sake ~of his patroness and friend, soon for- got all about her in the presence of the sparkling youth and beauty of Sat- die. He came more often than ever after that and sat in undisguised ra~- l :ture and adoratlon at the feet of tSl~ younger girl. Nor was she less at- 'tracted by the dark faced foreigner with the soft black eyes. As Miss Anna watched them it all came to her and she saw, not as through a glass darkly, but as tn the glare of the morning light, how it all wa~ and would be. She had built up these two, had given them sustenance &rein her own nature, had fed their souls and warmed their hearts, for .this very thing. And what could be oetter, she thought, than that these two young things, full of life and love and the sunshine of the present and .promise of the future, should love each .other. Nothing, she told herself, noth- ing could be better. It was natural. .It was right, As she stood in front of her glass she looked closely at herself, scanning Jaer features critically. "You thought you could be young again?" she said, "but you bad more ,than ten years against you." She looked closely at her heavy 'hr.own hair and noting the few gray ~aaLrs about the temples she smiled a little sadly to herself. She looked lov- ingly at Saldie, asleep on the bed, and ~aid softly: "He Js her Johnnie Morgan," and then with a weary sigh, "Oh, how glad I .am ~aat Wellesley needs another drawing teacher next year." I~ Saidie had been awake instead of asleep she might have seen above the head ot .St. Anna, the ring of white light which ,clowned the head of this "He Is her Johnnle Morgan." saint in this her supreme hour of sac- rifice. KING AND A PEASANT'S COW. Italian Ruler Guards Animal for an 2kged Woman. Some days ago the King and Queen of Italy took a long promenade in the neighborhood of their chateau of Rac- conigi, their summer residence. The Queen suddenly became intensely thirsty. Perceiving an old woman near who .was watching a cow the King re- quested her to give him a little milk. The peasant, ignorant, of the quality of her guests, pretended that her cow gave no milk. "But you have some water at your house," continued the King. "That' yes," replied the old wo- man. "Could you get some for me?" "If you would keep my cow while I went for it." "Agreed," replied Victor Emmanuel in the most serious fashion in the world. At the end of ten min- utes the old woman returned with a bowl of fresh water. "But how does It happen," demanded the King, "that there are so few people in the coun- try? .... They have all gone down to the chateau to see the King,the Queen and the little Princess. It is only we old~ ones that one leaves at the house and who will never see them." "But you see them, my worthy woman," re- plied the King, giving her a new gold piece. "We are the King and Queen." The peasant woman began to tremble and in despairing voice cried: "Par- don me, Sire, I did not know." The Queen had all the trouble in the world to calm the poor woman, who kept repeating: "To think ~hat I have given my cow to guard to the King!" Clever London Cabby. " A London "cabby" says that once two distinguished strangers hailed him at Westminster palace and bade him drive at top speed to Marlborough house. After a moment of recollection he recognized the Prince of Wales and his friend the King of Belgium. An awkward attempt at an obeisance from the box was promptly rebuked, and the cabby settled down to his business of driving his royal guests as fast as a hansom may go in London streets. .They stopped at Marlborough hou~ and it was time to pay. 'Well drive~- cabby," said the prince; "what do-i owe you? .... Please, "sir, I've already ~ad a sovereign and a 'arf in the 'a~ some," replied cabby, bowing to the price and the king of Belgium. "Hert's for the king of Belgium, then," s~ld the prince, handing the driver a ~v- ereign; "I don't count, you know.~ London on the Wane. London Is rapidly losing its position ag a port, for the absurd people con- trolling its docks are pitifully behind the times. G~rimsby and Hull are seiz- Ing all our trade. Liverpool and South- ampton are fast beating London; and Rotterdam, Havre, Bordeaux, Bremen and Hamburg are also benefiting. London is no more the warehouse of the world.--Rotterdam Nieuwe Cour- ant. School Work In Philippines. Education in the Philippines prom- ises to be the most inspiring feature of school work under the American flag. It ia worth while to go there and do noble school work.--Journal of ucatlon. PET DOGS ARE TATTOOED. l~shtonable Fad Yhat WII~ Doubtless De ExtensiveLy Followed. A decidedly novel occupation which has of late been noticed is that of tattooing the names of their owners upon dogs, says the Baltimore Ameri- can. Several months ago there ap- peared in northwest Baltimore a young man who is engaged in that pursuit and during the time he remained here he did a good business. Among the dogs which underwent the operation is a pretty little fox terrier belonging to Charles F. Wohrna, which rejoices tn the name of Booze, and a fine bred bull terrier, Jip, the property 'of the Chesapeake Brewing Company. Both animals bear upon their breasts, where the hair grows thinnest, the names of their respective owners. Contrary to the belief of some that the operation is a cruel, painful one, those who have seen it performed de- clare that the animals apparently ex- perienced very little pain. The oper- ation lasts about fifteen mtnutes. The animal is usually held by two men, one having hold of the hind legs, while the other holds the front paws. With a set of very fine needles the op- erator then goes to work, deftly prick- ing the letters into the skin, just deep enough to draw a few drops of blood. Then he pours the Indian ink all over the wounds, or, rather, scratches, and the operation is over. In a few weeks the sores are completely healed and the animal bears during the remain- der of its existence an unmistakable mark of identification. The price of the operation is 50 cents. THEATRICAL BUSINESS. Ingenious Devices Resorted to by Dra- matic Manager~. The business of the claque has been subdivided into many branches, all of which are controlled by one man or group of men. The applauders---even the lady in the bax who faints, and the man who hisses at a good part in or- der to arouse the indignant enthusi- asm of the audience--were all provid- ed for so many tickets a performance to be sold by agents to the public. So carefully were the plans of campaign thought out that the Whiteley of ap- plause used to provide a man or wo- man, dressed in provincial style, to Jump up and scream out, "There's the villain hiding behind that tree," or the like. We also hear of cowboys in the far west pulling out their revolvers and peppering the melodramatic vil- lain. On one occasion in a London theater the business instinct came out in the same way. A relative of the lessee was enacting the part of an in- dignant .father, whose son had got into the hands of the money lenders. In the interview with the money lender the father severely lectured him, and then demanded his son's bill. "There, sir," he said, "is my check for one thousand pounds." The money lender was Just reaching out for the check when a voice came out from the pit: "Don't you take it, old chap. I've got one of his now for six pound ten, and he's asked me to hold it for a fort- night.'--Chambers' Journal. REVIVAL OF ROAD HOUSES. Rnwal Taverns Doing a Good Business at Present Time. There are certain old country tav- erns here and there, up toward West- chester and down beyond Brooklyn and over on Staten Island--not only those which everybody k~ows, like the Hermitage in the Bronx and Garrison's over by the fort at Wllletts Point, but remote ones which have not yet been exploited in plays or books, and which still have a fine old flavor, with faded prints of Dexter and Maud S. and much earller favorites in the hsrroom. In some cases, to be Sure, though still situated at a country crossroads, wlth green fields all about, they are now used for Tammany headquarters, with pictures of the new candldate for sher- iff in the old-fashioned windows--but most of them would have gone out ef existence entirely after the death of the stage coach, if It had no been for the approach of the city, and the side- whiskered New Yorkers of a previous generation who drove fast horses. If the ghosts of these men ever drive back to lament the good old days to- gether, they must be somewhat sur- prised, possibly disappointed, to find these rural roadhouses doing a better business than ever in thelr day. The bicycle revived the roadhouse, and though the bicycle has since been abando~!ed by those who prefer fash- ion to exercise, the places that the wheel disclosed are not forgotten. They are visited now in automobiles.-- Scribner's. ~kffeeted Them Differently. Recently the German Crown Prince called the Kaiser's attention to the fact that the teachers in certain colleges gave t~aelr pupils some extraordinary subjects on which to write essays. Whatever the subjects were, it is known that the Kaiser was.displeased, while his heir could see only the comic side of the matter. It leaked out that a teacher in a college for girls of 12 to 13 years of age gave the following as a subject for an essay: "What Was the Idea of the Egyptian King Amasis About God, and What do We Chris- tians Think About It?" This incident explains bo~h the Crown Prince's hi- larity and the Emperor's annoyance.-- Berlin Correspondence London Tele- graph. She--So you've been across? He-- Yes, for the first time. She--Ah! when you realized that you were on the broad bosom of the ocean did you not feel like shouting oui with joy? He--I don't know about the Joy, but I assure you I could scarcely contain myself.--Phlladelphia ~ Press. AN ODD TALE OF THE SEA. l~lllng Copper Rivet Wears Tlzro~gh Bottozn .of Vessel. Some yea~s ago a vessel loaded with guano worth several thousand dollars caught fire in the south Pacific and was abandoned by the captain and crew, who came ashere in the smali boats and reported the disaster. One of the consignees thought the cargv could be saved, as he knew that guano would not burn, and if was his idea that the hulk of the ship might be found floating somewhere at sea. He chartered a small English tramp ves- sel that happened to he at Callao. Peru. and started out to search for the derelict. After cruising for two or three weeks, he found her, the wood- work burned to the water's edge, but the hulk sound as a dollar and the cargo all right. They started to tow her to Callao, but the day before reaching that harbor the tramp vessel they had chartered began to fill rap- idly and the pumps could scarcely keep her afloat. They narrowly es- caped sinking with all on board. The leak was a mystery. They managed to get her to Callao only by the greatest- exertion. When the ship went into the dock and was examined it was found that one of the plates about the center had worn through. Fur- ther investigation demonstrated that the damage had been done by a .'-.lttle copper rivet, which had been accident- ally left in the bottom and had rolled back and forth over the same spot so often and so long that the iron plate had been worn thin and the pressure of the water had broken through.- Chicago News. A DREAM OF TREASURE. Small Boy's Dream Locates l~loney Which Is Really There. Dreams are often unaccountable, and perhaps what I am about to relate may interest your readers. When quite young--r was only 7 years old then--i lived with my parents at a villa in Trieste, Austria. For weeks and weeks I had the same dream, although not nightly--namely, that in the night time I found .myself at the bottom of the garden in my nightgown, scratch- ing at a little heap of earth, and found copper, silver, and gold eoins, and sud- denly looking up, I found before me, and watching me, the sister of the landlord of the villa, an old, haggard woman. Ha~ing dreamed this so often, I naturally related it to my mother, who repeated it to her friends. These friends, who were of a superstitious nature, tried to induce my father to buy the plot of ground in question, but he would not listen to such absurdity, as he was an unbeliever in spiritual- ism. Well, some years later the land- lord had occasion to build a lodge a'~ the bottom of the garden, and while digging for the foundation a large sum of money in copper, silver and gold coins was discovered. How is it that a mere boy of 7, without any knowledge of the place or of the his- tory of the owners of the said grounds, should have such a dream, which turn- ed out true?--Spectator. THE SHOCKED BURGLAR. Indignant to Find Policeman Warming Himself at Midn'~t. Once upon. a time a Burglar looked up from his work at the Office Safe into which he was Drilling and De- ~ected a Policeman in the act of Watching him from Behind the Stove. "Well," said the Burglar, dropping his drill and speaking wih Manly I~dig- nation, "I may not be Everything that a Gentleman should be. As I'm no Hypocrite, I Frankly Admit that I'm a Crook and Steal for a Living. But there's One Thing I can say for myself --I'm no Sneak. Come on with your handcuffs, Cop Glbboney, and run me in. I'm a Burglar all right, but, thank heaven, I'm no Spy and Informer. And when the Mayor hears of this per- haps it won't be Me that'll find him- self in Trouble." The Burglar's an- ticipation was Justified. The mayor caused him to be Discharged with Apologies, and issded a statement to the public Deprecating any action on the part of his Police Force that might Wound the Sensibilities of the High- Spirited Criminal Classes. Moral: It is better that ninety-nine guilty men should escape than that anybody should employ the only means by which they can be caught.--Philadel- phia North American. The Bishop s Appeal The late Bishop Williams of Con- aecticut was a truly pious man, but was sometimes placed in a position where he envied the privileges of those not of the cloth. At a recent conclave at the General Theological Seminary they told this tale of the good bishop's wit: One summer day the bishop went out fishing with a friend, and, as the day was warm, they swung a bottle of rare Burgundy over the side of a rowboat. When luncheon time came the bishop essayed to pull the wine aboard, already tasting in anticipation the c0ol, delicious beverage. Through some mishap the string slipped h'om his fingers, and the bottle sank to the bottom of the river. Bishop Williams sat up with a sigh, and said, with his eyes sparkling: "You say it, Jones; mur'e a layman."--Boston Journal. The sale of seats wlll commence Thursday morning at the t)lvlctson theater for the opening attraction at that theater this season, which is "Lover's Lane." The range of prices will be 25 cents to $1. The company to appear here consists mainly of the persons who were engaged in the New York and Chicago productions, where the piece was a hit. The productlor, is under the management of the ener- betic ~V. A. Brady. The first ~erform- ance of "Lovers' Lane" wlll be given next Sunday. BRIDGE BUILDERS. MAGIC IN AMERICAN ENTERPRISE IN THIS LINE. Tlh~ Shan State of Thlbaw Opened Up to 'the World by a Railroad Over Hills, Through American Skill ~tnd Engineering. There seems to be no spot in the world into which American enterprise is not penetrating. The way in which the United States is building great steel bridges in far off lands is some- thing which will bring a wail of woe from the bridge builders of England, who have until recently had a monop- oly of this sort of thing. How many people ever heard of the Shah State of Thibaw? It is a region lying be- tween upper Burmah and southern China, and through it runs the old caravan route from China to Manda- lay. Long before the British took Bur- mah the trade of the Far East filtered through Mandalay by slow stages, up and down the rugged hills and val- leys, through the thick jungles a~d over the mountains, finally descending the Ghaut mountains and emerging on an open plain. Now this is all changed, and a railroad winds up the hills and over the plateau between Mandalay and Thibaw. ~.mericau skill, American ingenuity and Ameri- can enterprise made this possible, for by means of a great steel bridge and viaduct the obstacle of the great mountain gorge of the Gokteik Val- ley-an obstacle which seemed at first insurmountable--has been successful- ly overcome. This Gokteik Valley slopes from the mountains on one side to a canyon 500 feet deep, at the bot- tom of which rushes a turbulent river. Across the river precipitous cliffs tow- er high up, forming the further wall of the valley. Across this canyon the caravans used to cross by a natural bridge, a causeway under which the river had tunnelled. Now over the valley and canyon stretches a spider- like structure of steel, crossing the river 850 feet above its surface and striking a series of tunnels and arti- ficial ledges in the face of the oppos- ing cliffs, by which the railway makes its way to the slopes of the next val- ley. Tn building this bridge use was made of the old natural causeway f~r a foundation for some of the bridge piers, so that the deepest pier of the bridge is only 325 feet high-- high enough, but not so high as it would have had to be had not the old cause- way been there. This Yankee bridge is 2,000 feet long and 4,000 tons of steel enter into tts construction. It was built in sections in the United States, carried with infinite care and difficulty to this far off region and' there set up. every bolt, bar, rivet and truss finding its place and fitting into each other with the utmost nicety. Such things are the very magic of me- chanics, and more wonderful they seem than any of the stale old exploits of King Solomon's DJins. A man in Pennsylvania takes a piece of paper and makes a lot of figures on it. He then takes another piece of paper and draws a lot of lines on it--his calcu- lations and his plans--the weaving of the magic spell. Then half-naked fig- ures in the lights of flaming fires In dusky, cavernous buildings make pieces of steel as this master magi- cian directs; they are his gnomes working out the spell. These pieces of steel are packed into boxes and shipped to the far off mountainous land, where dusty caravans wind through the hills laden with the prod- ucts of Cathay, and the grave, white- turbaned merchants tell each other tales of the wonders of Oriental sor- cery as they Journey. The master ma- gician from Pennsylvania waves his magic wand, his subordinate magi- cians spring to their ~ork, and lo! be- fo~e the astonished eyes of the people of the caravans appears a light and airy way of steel springing across the 'valley; and over it rush the iron dev- ils, spouting smoke and fire--which means that the 6:30 train on the road to Mandalay is passing.--New York Press. Learning Amoug the Clergy. The idea that the business of a cler- gyman is to maintain and spread belief in a particular religion which he be- lieves to have been revealed, and of a bishop to see that he does it, is slowly dying away, until there is a doubt whether learning is of any use, and the man who prossesses it, especially if it be of the older kind, Is regarded often with kindness no doubt, and some- times with admiration, but /Isually with a pity from which contempt is not entirely absent. "What could you expect?" said a country town magnate a few years ago when told that the largest parish was failing into disor- der. "Why E-- (the rector) is a He- brew scholar."--London Spectator. Reassuring Him. "Time flies, pe~rhaps I've made my call too long," he said. Said she: "Oh, no, it wasn't long at all-- It only seemed to be." --Philadelphia Press. Charlle's mamma missed a small pot of jam one day, and as she noticed some tell-tale evidences about Charles' mouth and hands, she asked him if he had seen or eaten the jam. Charles insisted that he had not even seen the jam. Papa thereupon was called in, and Charles was punished severely. Drawing Charles close to her, anQ wip- ing the tears from his eyes, mamma said: "When I was your age, my boy, I never told a falsehood." . "How old were you before you began?" asked (~arlea between sobs.