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Show I I jrl n'b " nni ' I MkWUuKcim wrllor Bttt Qt its I liBwIlill mtlcl'lo and I ' $ llWmml drUmnod tlio I S'rMBE!6 koyB thoughtfully. I ' 'ii&PmFxfs' away" Por B,x I 'WlSxt yoar's ho lind I 1 ' ' W a talked to the poo- I T HJ E Plo thrdugh a syn- I " ttcITJSS lllcato reaching I '' BOVCral hundred a nsSsE? I,aI,ors- In an hour tno wncl of r-I r-I '?; tuno ,uwl turned I ' -V him a number that I called for action I Si!'- ln n Greater field I and 81111 110 lies-I lies-I ''5i5?? "nlctl t0 say that I wori1, "Farowl1-" I " &kxt "Fnrcwollt a word -IL -Jfeffi1 ,hat must be I nn hath been Jr "JUS' A Bound which I "r makes us linger; yot farewell I" To this constlt-I constlt-I j . uency ho had frjl given tho best I J'JI that was In him. I J Often It vas hur- I ' - 7- rleil, cnnlo work I crudo because of tho unceasing, end- I loss, rapid grind, tho insatiato greed I of tho empty columns that must bo I filled. For nix years ho had written a I column of special matter each day I wlillo managing and editing a muga- I zinc. And now, despite tho realization I that ho was doing himself nn Injury I by forcing bo much work, ho was loth I to say good by to nil those readers I Who had becomo ns a great congrcgU' I tion to him. Somehow, there Bcemud I to bo a something tnnglblo between I them and him, n tlo that bound. I As ho trifled with tho typowrltcr I t keys, his mind wandered nway to tho I kindly old lady in Who had writ- I ten him how every day bIio rend his I stories and his poems and his pnru- ;l graphs and how she had been helped 1 and entertained nnd lior life made I happier thereby. And tho hoy from I 1 Ho, too, had Joyed In tho poems I of boyhood nnd In tho stories and I jests. I Ono by ono thcro passed In rovlow I tho kind words written and spoken by I thos.6 wlio thought to stop and oxprcss I their apirobntlon. Thcro had boon I somo hnrsh words, too, but tho young man shut his lips firmly and waved thorn aside. What did ho caro for critics? It was no sorrow to leavo I critics but to leavo friends ah, how I different! I With a grave faco tho young man I left tho houso and started up tho road I NcJ to tho station. A squirrel ho had I j known chattered loudly after tho re- I treating figure. Tho neighbor's dog I skulked homoward with a look of sor- row ln his eyes. Tho young man had I patted him kindly upon tho head nnd ordered him homo! I But ahead, In a linden treo a gros- I beak piped Ills lay Joyously, a stray I cat trotted after the writer and rubbed I her shiny coat against his trousers' I leg. In tho cast, tho sun was break- I lng through n cloud of milky white- I ness nnd tho sweet breath of blossom- I lng wild grapo wafted across his uos- I trlls. I Before him lay ambition 'and desire, I n bigger chnnco nt a bigger game. I With a smllo upon his faco, tho young I innn pressed onward confidently. Ho. I was young and thoro was yot much to I do, much to overcomol At tho brow I of tho hill, ho turned backward upon I tho sccno of his labors and whispered, I softly: I "autle nlclit, and Joy bo wl' you a'." I l The Imperfect Pilgrim. 1 havo a home. Though palmer bound For holy lands I plno tor It, 1 know its sheltering walls around The hearth, and lamp that shine (or It, Tho door apart. I shall return by windward seas And blue shores ot Illyrla To find It tilled with melodies Prom ICden, beyond Syria. It Is thy heart. Arthur Colton. Field of Honor Commltslon. Porhnps wit Is stimulated by a slight derangement of tho nerves, nnd good things Bald on tho flold of battlo nro sometimes recorded. When "Bully J I Egan" fought Currnn with pistols tho bulky Ugftn complained that his op-I op-I ponont was as thin bb n blado of grass. "Lot my slzo bo chnlkcd out upon your body," anid Curran, "nnd any hits out-'v out-'v Bldo of tho lino shall not count." It was not good form, however, to innko a parado of magnanimity, and tho coxcombical practice of firing In tho nlr or "dumb shooting" or "chll-dion's "chll-dion's piny" was strictly prohibited by the rules, of which 30 wero drawn up by representatives ot tho flvo most i cmtnont countries Qtilwuy, Tlppornry, V Mayo, Sllgo and Roscommon In 1777. Thoy met at tho summer assizes at Clonmel nnd scorn to havo dono their ' work very gravely nnd honestly, Including In-cluding a special ruin for "simple, unpremeditated un-premeditated counters with tho small sword." t "to Is a largo elo-inont elo-inont ot nhs.urtllu about It nil, no doubt, but oven duelling has had Jts pluco as n rough, inofllclont tost of manhood. Hlnckwood'B Magazine, The Uncertain Future. Ilnr,ry Lauder tolls of a canny Scot whoso neighbor mot him Hitting. Tho Scot had wlfo And chlldron and household house-hold furnlturo piled atop a wagon nnd ho was solomnly driving his ono horso along tho iitrsat. "So yo'ro lllttln'?" BayB tho neighbor. "I ani. I want to bo nour mo work." "And whero's yor Job?" "I haven't got ono yot." t-m'ItON WIM.IAMB. |