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Tess het'dly saw the dashes she warp
w^ael.111g, or the hot shabby katchen,l
reddened by the setting sun or liar.
amrt Martha's sallow face. The gives;
breath was corning fast, her heart was
pounding, her pr'e'tty,•, smtbrowned
face flushed with more titian heat.
She• gaited when who heard het,
father out on the 'front porch knock
the ashes out of his pipe. Ile had
driven to town that morning; he had
said' he would not be back ,until to-
morrow; he had sentfor Mar+the hero
to stay with Tess.
All unexpeeted!ly, an hour before,
he had driven into the yard, and his
face at supper had Leen swollen and,
Bred, his eyes hard and auspielous.
Sometimes when he was this way he
went to bed early, sometimes late, To-
night she hoped, as she had never
hoped for anything before, that it
would be early.
She waited breathless after the
knocking of the pipe out on the porch,
the water from her dishcloth dripping.
idly into the pan. Her heart sank
when she heard him strike another
match. She went on washing dishes
and heeding them silently to Martha.
She dropped one, and as it shattered
en the flooa• she ahmoet screamed.
There wets no occasion for Martha
to stay now. She would be •going home
before d.3rk. Tess started itngulsilvely
to. beg her to remain, to confide in
her, to ask her help. But Martha had
been watchful that day, she thought.
Tess had seen her talking secretly to
her father before supper. And Mar-
tha's days were spent in ceaseless
roulade of drudgery; her mind was as
colorless as her face, her spirit as
shrunken as her fiat chest.
Tess smothered the impulse quick-
ly, as if it had frightened her. She
was 'afraid even to look at the woman.
She, followed her out on the back
porch. Martha lived a mile away
through the woods.
.come again, Aunt;, she sold. me-
cbanieally, and leaned ' against the
support of the porch.
Tess was 'a slender- girl of eighteen
her bared arms shapely, her soaked,
(rands strong with toil, her heir crisp
and dusky, her eyes ,gra'y' and brood-'
With a sinking sensation of lone.-.
liness .and dread she say this fellow
woman shuffle off by a path that led
through the flat cotton field to the
blue horizon of pane woode. She saw
the dusk rise out of the ground and
swallow up the death figure. She look-
ed up at the pale green sky, out of
which came the twitter of a few be-
lated buil'bats. She was alone in this
house wdhth her father--anrd Ben was
coining out to -fright.
She turned quickly, hurried down
the hall to the front porch, and stop-
ped in the doorway, breathless. Her
father still sat on the edge of the
porch where he could see, across the
cotton .fields, the whale lanae of the
woods—the woods in whose border Ben
had said he would strike a match.
He was tilted against the wall of
the house; les bulk everned to crush
the chasm. His clumsy shoes sat on
the floor beside hila, and his head
was bowed slightly ferward on his
chest; but she knew he was wide
awake—wide awoke and sidemtly
watchful.
She tried to make her voice casual
and weary, as if with the strain of
the torted August day.
"I reckon you're tired, Pa."
He did not reply. '
"Ain't you gain' to bee?"
"No," he growled; "too hot"
She collected hersel! quickly.
"There's a nice breeze in your
roam: '
Again silence. She had gone tee
far to stop. She went to the other
end of the verandah and sat down on
a bench against, the wall.
"Seems like," she ventured, "seems
like -its eoaler over here'."
Ile looked toward her. In the weird
mingling of the moonlight and after-
glow she saw t'he blunt heaviness of
fate, tree yellow und'erloolc of sue-
' peen 'in h{s eyes.
"What'e the matter with you, gall
he demanded. "There ain't a leaf
stirrht' riewhar!"
She leaned forward, her 'elbows on
her' knees but the tune she tried to
hum died in her threat.. She felt still
on her face the shire dbess of his
eyes. She straightened' up and look-
ed languidly off toward the road with
an air of tired indifference, her little
foot swinging aintlosaly. 'Stoll she
felt those eyes on her. Her breath,
panting to be free, choked her. She
could net sit out here.
She gat up, and eyes •straight ahead,
walked toward the deer.
"Guess I'll turn in," she yawned.
"Tess?"
She turned in the door. "What is
it'?"
She knew he was trying, to think of
eennething ordinary to say—some-
thing to make her think :he haudn't
noticed earthing.
"What ,is it, Pa?" she repeated.
"Whatever became o' that of
rattletrap siotgun used to be about
hare?"
"It's in the plunder room. Why?"
"Scald it to a nigger to -day. He's
comm' eater it to -morrow."
"It ain:'t any geed, is it?"
. "Well, P11 Lave to file down the
lock. It'll go off if you look at it."
She eaee ,ag^sty bite the house
and into the Mulletr. room, If she
could only meet him working on the
runs He was a child when be was
{this way, and ,eyed to tamper with
things. She felled the gun, a beavy
old hammer -and -lock affair, She Mee -
ed it up gingerly—it might be loaded:
She was as afraid of it as of a. kick-
ing mule, Sho carried i•t into his
bedrooms, and leaf it .fcareally on a
'able near the door, the muzzle point,
ed at the wall; then she weed: back to
ifhe porch.
"I l�ialet the gun 4n your
MOM, Pa."
"W9tat 7" He 'teamed en her almost
savagely. "'Ilhaat or rattleteap?".
"'Lou said you wanted hi"
nevelt staid no such damn thingl
Great God,—you rea'oitlatf ever
them chairs fort that ol° �g�tun! Mayas
leaded for all I know! Liable to go
off' '1 you crook yo' finger art ition'�t
you never touch it amen—hear?"
His land shook at he lit Ma tel
"Phe met iti ,your roots, Pa," elude'
ventured, "if yea want to 'wank at it,"
Ile heti readella hla' talked peetticii
Waling the waill, life attitude ori
watchfnitr•itss, NOW ehbo tiemeght
i nue
mneed gtiio rll;' aft h�2d' cwt: of tlhe
n
cornea' of hie eye, But site must not
give up new.
"There's tnetehes on the mantel,
Pa."
77e did net seem to .jisar, end she
went beck into the hall and leaned
against the urtfitnisltctl banisters of
the eteireaee. She ought not to have
let 'her Aunt 'Marthta go, She ought
never to have gone out on the porc9l.
Her father ked been suspicious When
be was like this, and doubly. stubborn.
She had done so much worse than
fail!
"Oh!" She let out her pant -up
breath. "Ohl"
She ran upstairs to ilei' room under
the hot roof, sat down in her only
window,' and fanned hem face with her
apron. She saw the dim, hot red above
the horizon of, pines fade, the moots
begin to east shadows across the fields.
Its light fell softly across her slender
hip, it made an aura. of her cloudy
hair, it dimly revealed herr room,, neat-
ly furnished in contrast to trite rest
of the house.
Her father, had papered at clumsily
with hie own hands --hands that
trembled., for he had just got over a
spell. Then he had driven to, town.
and 'bought her a shiny new suite of
furniture, heeling it home in his
wagon, and catling her proudly out
to look at it. He loved and cherished
her wren lie was right.
• (Continued in next issue.)
A Little Old Man.
A little old man, who had made
genie little old money .pretty late in
life, walked slowly into the office of
Charity recently, and told his little old
story.
It appears that, years ago, when all
his folks were living, he was poor and
couldn't afford to give them presents.
But things are different with this little
old man now. His friends are dead,
but he has the money.
-So he just went out sliopping in
memory of his friends. He picked out
a ""shawl for an old aunt, but the, aunt
was dead. He did net buy it. He
simply put clown in a little old book
the amount of money 'that the shawl
would have coat, Then he priced some
nice things for a dead brother, for his
dear old dead father and for the great -
wet woman who eves' lived—lis moth-
er. But they were all dead. Of course,
he did not buy the things, but he put
the amount down in the little old book.
Then he added up the total and
found he haul over a hundred dollars.
Re wanted to .give this to charity, to
someone living.
Has anybody ever heard of a finer -
grained bit of sentiment, where a man
ehows his love and reverence for his
dear mother, brother, aunt and dear
old dad?
The idea holds a lot of big phil-
osophy, .and it's .practical, too. This
little old man might have spent a lot
of money on a marble slab to make
Melancholia' more mellow, "in an arti-
ficial way, down in the valley where
his folks lay sleeping. But he found
a beter way—to spend his love and af-
fection among the poor, as we have
them (the poor) with us all the time.
Ho paid a living tribute to grief, and
without knowing it, ho wrote a sad
story in a helpful way.
She Took Her Chance.
There is a story told concerning a
cerefu•l mother whose three children
horrified her one day by producing for
her inspection three exceedingly bili-
ous -looking toffee apples.
"They are very pretty, my dears,"
she said, "but really you mustn't eat
them, I've heard of little children
dying from eating colored toffee ap-
ples.'
Then she took the sweetmeats away
and put them. out of reach—as she
thought—on at shelf in her dressing
room.
She was sure that that would end
the matter; but early the next morn-
ing she heard a sound on the landing
and, going to see who was astir so
early, found Elsie trotting along the
passage.
"Where are you going, dear?" she
asked. "It's not six o'clock yet." -
"Going to see if Dick and'Arthur'are
dead yet," replied the eight-year-old
mise. "I'm net."
A Great Waterspout.
Particulars are published in the
Meteorological Magazine et a- great
waterspout that a correspondent ob-
served south of Cape Comorin on a
day when the weather was fine and
the sea smooth. Tire waterspout
formed between a resseageay cloud
and the sea nearly five miles from the
chip, At first the distance between
the base of the cloud and the surfa0o
of the sea was 4,600 toes, and the
width of the column tapered from 500
feet at its junearr•o with the cloncl to
150 foot at the gen. 'l'he vertex ap-
peared to be a tube with tapering sides
and a central ctylumm. The walls
seamed to consist of water moving
doweerard and the central holtinn of
water ascending. The phenomenon
lasted for thirteen minutes; then the
walls broke and the central column
appears' to aaeend into the cloud.
All the misery and the
crime of the world rest up -
On the failure of human be-
ings to understand the
principle that no man can
really be happy until he
harmonizes with the best
thing in him, with the
divine, and not with the
brute. No one can be hap-
py who tries to harmonize
his life with his animal in-
stincts. The God (the
good) in him is the only
possible thing that can
make him happy,
A Business Man's Motto
I ]chow a• business roan who .
has title motto hanging in Iiia
office. "flow can a improve my
buelnose to-dmy?" It Io a cow
etan't reminder and ibepirwtion
to liim, Every learning he makes
a little study of his .wave of da'
ing buainoas and walks about
the estaaeliehment to see where
Ito can melte gay improvement
in his methods, •
Now, that is not only a Wen-
del motto for every businose
Men to adopt during the year,
but for all the rant of us, mote
sled to "Where can I improve
myself to -day?'
How can I.malce myself a lit-
tle broader, a little better in-
formed and' bette;"educated and
a little better trained? flow can
I make' myself a little more ef-
fle}ent in every way? How.oan
I do everything I undertake to a
theish and in a more business-
like manner? I certainly ought
to be a little furtheron than I
was in, the morning; to have a
little better character, have more
self-control, be a little bettor
Poised and d stronger and more
offciemt man.
"How can I Improve myself ,
to -clay," will make a splendid
motto for allofus to ,adopt.
The First Windsor Castle.
The present Windsor Castle Is not
the first: Schadare have alwayst„kuown,
says a writer, that Edward the Con-
fessor, who died In 1006, nine months
before the Battle of %Testings, owned
a palace In the neighborhood of the
present Windsor Castle. Not only
tradition but written evidence attested
he fact, but where the structure stood
no one had ever been able to guess•,
for not a trace of -it remained. visabie.
For more than elglit bundled and fifty
years the green Berkshire grass kept
the secret to itself. Within the last
few months., however, the place has
been identified, and the remains of the
quaint little chambers; the crooked
paesages and the tiled hearths have
been uncovered.
One clay a certain captain noticed
that within a right-angled square of
low, grassy embankments, rabbits hacl
turned up tiles that had an ancient
look. The tiles set him to thinking.
Before long he Wee at work with a half
dozen. diggers; and every antiquarian
will appreciate lis delight when he
speedily began to uncover a perfect
labyrinth of low walls and floor•. foun-
dations. The soil was clay that was
hardened by much fine weather; but
pick and shovel made steady progress,
and bit by bit the outlines of the an-
cient castle were revealed. There
was no chance of finding any height of
wall remaining, for the place had been,
pll'laged far ready-made building ma-
terial through long ages; the present
castle itself may owe a good deal of
its, foundations to the humble prede-
cessor a utile away across the oak
forest.
Our Saxon forefathers were no great
designers in stone. They built chiefly
with timber, all of which has complete-
ly perished. Except a few church•
porches or doorways, almost nothing
of theirs exists above ground. To un-
derstand their houses and other do-
mestic buildings we have to trust
largely to crude drawings in the il-
lumined missals of the time—with due
thankfulness that even they have comp
down to us, But know how the Roman
camp was arranged and how the Nor-
mans planned their dwelling places,
and we can safely conclude that any
structure that is neither Roman nor
Norman is almost certainly Saxon. A
real Saxon palace, even in skeleton,
is im'ique; Bence the great interest
that scholars take in the isolated and
long -forgotten ruins of the old Wind-
sor Castle.
,}
Go Ahead.
When Edison was asked recently
what he thought was the business
man's duty, to -day, he said, "Go
ahead,"
Now, this is a good motto or' any
ambitious business man to adopt. "Go
Ahead!" Go ahead when you are in
doubt about the time, when you are
blue OT discouraged, don't feels like it.
Go ahead when the times are good;
go ahead when the times are had; go
ahead when business threatens; go
ahead when you are discouraged or
disheartened and feel down and in
doubt. You'll come out into the light.
I3ow often it does not seem possible
to get through a crowded city
thoroughfare with an automobile, or
even to walk through the dense crowd
on the sidewalk; but if we take the
next step, we will always find plenty
of room to take the next one.
Our difficulties are like the crowded.
thoroughfares, They look more for-
midable in the distance than 'when we
got close to boom. The thing is to..go
ahead, and keep going, but many peo-
ple stop because they can't stet
through the woods ahead of them—
can't see a way to get through the
crowded thoroughfare, and they stop
and welt for an opening. But the
opening comes only to the man who
keeps going, who goes !ahead, keeps
moving. No matter what yew.• situa-
tion in life may be, how difficult,
threatening or discouraging, the point
!a to go ons and keep going en ---find
then go on some more. You'll be sur-
pnIsed, to sane what that w111'mean to
you.
Women! Use "Diamond
Dyes."
Dye Oid Sicilia, Dresses, Waists,
Coats, StockingsDraperies,
Everything.
Bach package of Diamond Dyes?'
contains easy directions for dyeing
any article of woe!, silk, cotton, linen,
or mixed goods, Beware!' Peer dye
streaks., spots, fades, and ruins ma-
terial by giving it a "dyed -look," Buiy
"Diamond Dyes" only, Druggist has
Color Card.
Crocodilea, like ostriches, swallow
stones to lmelp them its digesting their
feel,
An Immigrant Party.
Hero is a new' kind of party that
will .feraviae an evening's amusement.
Ask each guest to adopt a country
for the occasion, to come dressed es
nearly as possible in the costume of
'that country, and to bring her own
supper made up•.ofdiahes ohervtcteris-
tic of' that country.
A visitor from England, for ex-
ample, would wear a tailor-made suit
and walking Note, and bring as -her'
contribution bread and butter, neer-
maltedo end tea kept hot in thermos
-bottle,
The boy who chooses Holland
should wear a round cap, baggy trou-
sers, a dark waistcoat over a white
ahirt, and wooden shoes. His supper
should include cheese and a jugful of
fresh' milk.
It is not eliffteult to get together
good costumes. Most public libraries
have illustrated books on foreign
countries and peoples, A great many
of the old clothes and articles in ,the
attic—faded house dresses, overalls,
scraps of bright -colored material—
eau be pressed into •service; and there
will be no end of use for all the gay
shawls and scares and colored stock-
ing's. Then, too, you can make parts
of the costumes from cheesecloth.
Since the party will be a hilarious
one, with romping games and plenty
of active fun, the 'best place to hold
it is in a big room cleared of furni-
ture. For decorations, use as many
different national flags—except Can-
adian—as you can get.. You can buy
small flags at a moderate cost. Or
you can make the simpler flags from
cheesecloth. The eapanese flag, for
example, is easy to make. So are the
French, the Swiss; the Serbian, the
Roumanian, the Belgisn and the Span-
ish merchant flags. You can 'find
colored prints of all of them in some
of the dictionaries.
Decorate the dining room with.Gan-
addan flags and with anything else
that expresses Canadianism bri.ght-
colored army and navy posters, prints
of any of the Governors -General, a
picture of Rideau Hall, another of
Jack Canuok, and so en.
As the guests arrive take them to
the roost decorated with the foreign
flags and announce that the first event
of the evening will be a round of
games associated with or adapted to
each country represented, Add that
fot'feits will be collected from all who,
during the games, forget their native
dialects end lapse into good English.
If there is a visitor from Japan,
play Japanese ing, It is the same as
ordinary tag, but each player who is
tagged must place his hand on the
spot that was touched and, holding it
there, chase the other players until
lie tags ono.
Skipping the rope is a favorite
English pastime; so for the benefit
of the English guest or guests Irave
a rope -skipping contest. With every-
one encumbered with strange clothes,
it is sure to be amusing. Hopscotch,
too, with the end square marked "Lon-
don Town"—as the young people who
play the game in London often stark
it—is good fun.
For a quieter game, if Finland is
represented, there may be a basket -
weaving contest, since Finnish girls
and boys are taught how to make
beautiful baskets. Give each guest
some paste, a pair of scissors, and
some bright -colored paper; set a time
limit and vote on the prettiest basket
made.
A popular Russian game is a vAr-
iety of handball called stenka. Divide
the company into two teams and have
each tears form a line. Give n rub-
ber ball to the first player in each,
and have both players bounce their
balls against the wall until one miss-
es; which means that the opposite
team scores one point. Then let the
next players in line take their turn,
and so on until every one has played.
Keep the score throughout,
The Portuguese celebrate certain
festival days by presenting one an-
other with big paper pinks stuck into
pots 0£ a sweet-smelling plant. Wrap-
ped round each pink is a paper on
which is a message in verse. Give
your guests paper and pencils, and
have each one write, in n given erne,
a verse about the plant, the custom, or
the country.
When the games are finished, an-
nounce that the Canatlianizaation of
the immigrants is about to begin.
Have all of them forst in line and
march into supper. Let some one
stand at the deer leading into the
dining room who will impersonate an
immigration official and willask each
guest some ridiculous question about
his country, his qualiflcation•s for
citizenship, and so en. The "immi-
grants" must reply in the same vein
end in the dialects of their adopted
countries.
Make no elaborate preparations for
supper: Serve plenty of bread and
Butter and hot cocoa or soup, and let
all share their "national" suppers
with one another., It will be good fun
to see the bargains that will be made,
The girl from -Spain, for example, wee
has brought a boxful of sweet figs,
will certainly hot want to go halves
with the French boy, who has oranges
and 'dates. On the other hand, milk
from Holland, bread and cheese from
Italy, sardines and salmon from
Scandinavia and fruit, and nuts from
Franke and Spain will make a satis-
fying�ombination,
After supper teach the "immi-
grants" Canadian customs, Sing typ-
ical Canadian songs, each as "The
Maple Leaf" and college songs, and
ask every guest to contribute some-
thing—a recitation, an anecdote or a
joke—that Is purely Canadian.
Variety in Apple Cookery.
"An apple a day steeps the doctor
away," is an old saying, but we will
have to search fax and wide to find
an article of food which tan .be so
well disguieed and yet so delicious.
This year we have the apple with us
at a reasonable price, in foot, Malay
apples have gone to waste for want a>f
a market, So he ITS not have 'them
'
sq to Waste in our collets palst'b ecauti
o
the family !nay tire of pla'i'n apple
ple 'anti apple sauce. A little epees
and flavoring and a neweret'lpe or two
may sharpen arppetitos this whiter
when wo have title Trait. Here are a
few new ways of utilizing the aerie:
Scalloped apples—lene a baking
dish with buttered. crumbs and a
spelnkle of ,brown sugar, Put in at
layer' of eliced ,apples, then one of
crumbs and eon -tame until the diell is
filled, leaving buttered crumbs aild
ewer on top. Add a little wetter or
fruit juice and bake.
Apple and' raisin pie—Try a com-
bination of apples and raisins in pie.
The apples add to the flavor of the
apple to that you will think it a
"near mincemeat" .pie.
Candied apples—Sweet apples et'e
hest, but any firm 'variety may be
used. Out In eighths and core, 'blanch
by dipping in cold water, then drain
and cook for five minutes in a hot
syrup made of one cupful of corn
syrup and one cupful of water.
Apple whip—For a deseert that is
different, bake six apples and press
through a sieve. Sweeten to taste
and fold in the beaten whites of two
eggs. Serve with whipped cream..
Apple relish—This is especially ap-
petizing served with pork (Yr roast
duck or goose. Six pounds of quar-
tered apples, six pounds of eager, two
pounds of raisins, and two oranges.
Put the fruit through the chopper,
using the finest knife. Add the sugar,
one pint of vinegar, one teaspoonful
of cinnamon, and one-half teaspoonful
of cloves. Cools slowly until thick.
Seal while hot.
Stuffed baked apples—Prepare
whole apples for baking by removing
the core from the stens end. Scoop
out a small amount of apple and add
to it raisins and chopped nuts. Re -
f11 and hake, serving with sauce or
cream.
Apple tapioca—Cook tapioca as
usual. When done have ready a quan-
tity of pared and quartered apples
and place in a baking dish a layer of
Apples and a layer of tapioca. Bake
about one-half hour and serve either
hot or cold.
Bacon with apple rings—For break-
fast, slice cored apples in rings about
one-half inch thick and fry after the
bacon, Serve these rings on the plat-
ter surr-otntding the bacon.
Apple salad—Select medium-sized,
bright-eolorcd, tart apples. Carefully
remove the core from the stens end
of the apple. With a .spoon scoop
out the apple sufficient to make a
good-sized cavity, leaving a shell of
apple about one-half inch in thick -
noes. Fill with a mixture of celery,
apple, nut and marshmallow moisten-
ed with boiled seise dressing.
Cereal and apple pudding—Take
oatmeal left from breakfast, cut sev-
eral apples into small pieces, add a
few raieins and a little sugar, and
bake in a buttered dish one-half hour.
This may be served with raisin sauce.
This dessert is especially wholesome
for children, in fact, it will serve as
the main dish for their lunch er sap-
per.
What Have We Done
Today?
We shall do so much in' the years to
come,
'But what have we done to -day?
Wo shall give our gold in a princely
sum,
But what did we give to -day?
We shall lift the heart and dry the
tear,
We shall plant a hope in the place of
fear.
We shall speak the words of love and
cheer,
But what did we speak to -day?
We shall be so kind in the after
a -while,
But what have we been to -day?
We shill bring to each lonely llfe a
smile,
But what have wo done today/
We shall give eo truth a grander birth,
And ;o steadfast faith a deeper worth,
We shall feed the hungeeing souls of
earth,
But whom have we fed to -day?
We shall reap such joys in the by and
by,
But what have we sown to -day?
We shall build our mansions in the
sky,
But what have we built to -day?
"Tis•sweet. in idle sresms to bask, -
But here and now do we do our task?
Yes, this Is the thing our souls nuts/.
task:
" Whnt have we done to -day??"
Poise.
'lake that one word, Poise. Think
of it, hold it, Do you not love }t?
Does it not call up a plc:etre of the
calm end tranquil Sage, sitting high
above the . turmoil of Hien, having
blessedness, which is greater than
happiness; having Peace, which is bet-
ter than triumph; having einderstaud-
big, which is beater that Belief; hav-
ing Judgment, because he Uutler-,
stands; Understanding all because he
Sees all; Seeing all, because he has
found God in His World, and his soul
site nt the feet of the Things that Are,
and from Tact conies Wisdom!
i Will Be Strong!
I will, 1 will be strong!
And I will sing my song!
What matters if the day be dull or
long,
What matters any seeming 111 or
wrong,
What natters If my feet grow weary,
smart?
Theme's no such word as FAIL within
my heart,
I will, I will be strong!
And I will sing my song!
For I ata in the world to do my share,
To ease a lead or heavy burden, boar;
To climb the mountains even to my
goal—
Anti my reward? Mine own encore
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A Personal! Quiz
While the year 1s yet young, it Is a
good thing to sit down and tisk your-
self a few serious personal questions
--such. as the following, wliicbare
merely suggestive:
Ant I as grateful` as I should be for
life itself, for physical wholeness, for
heal/.h, a chance to make good, oat op-
portunity to help peel' the world
along?
Do I appreciate aid the blessings
that are so fully and freely bestowed
on me? Am I doing my part to make
my home as sweet and beautiful as it
can be made? Am .I as Yield, as con-
siderate as I should be to my neigh-
bors, to everybody with whom I come
in contact? Do I take time to act the
Good Samrnritau, to lend a hand to
thiose who have been loss fortunate
than myself?
Am I putting the emphasis on the
things. I should wishr I had emphasized
more when I look back upon a nearly
spent life? Am I scattering my flowers
tat I go along, knowing that I shall
never go over the same .road again, or
am I metlsvg to do greater good when
I have more opportunity or more
means? Now is the only time I am
euro of. Ant I making the most of it?
What do my efforts, my. ambitions,
bring to the world? Whet does my
life mean to the community in which
I live? Do others regard me as a suc-
cess, or do they look upon nee as a
welflet, grasping, greedy, stingy a:o"
of fellow, who is always trying to gat
something for himself, always looking
for the main change, who hae no pub-.
lie spirit, no civic pr•1<le, wire never
does anything for others unless theta
is something in It for himself? ghat
does my money say to the world?
Have I !nixed my money -getting with
noble deeds', with unselfish helpful-
ness to others; or is my wealth •0110
great pile of selfishness?
What does my odueatton, my train•
ing, my ability, mean to oWter men?'
Are they all better off for it? Are niy
neighbors riched• because I live near
them, or do they point to me as an
example of solflshmeen? Am I an in-
spiration to those who are dependent
on me, to those who have worked for
me ,or have I 'c'r'ushed t$e life blood'
out of thein and blighted their op-
portunities? Is my fortune an ex-
ample of vulgar prosperity, a fortune
with no man bellied it? Is my eurcoscs
an example of broader mankind, high •
-
er aim, or does my ambition cry,
"More and more!" have I turned my
wealth and opportunities to the grate
Ileartion of low, vulgar tastes and de -
'Mee? Have I developed the brute in
me? Have my efforts, brought the
beat or the worst out of home?
Have I helped or hindered? What
does niy life mean to the world? Will
It mass me when I am gone?
"Am I a real success?"
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Misfit Occupations.
If life means anything it •means
expression. 1f we do not ex-
press ourselves we do not grow,
we do• not really live. Think of
haying to look back on a life of
drudgery spent in a misfit occu-
pation in which we could not ex-
press ourselves or our ideals—
in other words, a life which has
only expressed what we are not
and what we do not stand for!
The millenni.unt will come when
every man, woman, and child is
1n his place, when everybody is
doing what he was made to do.
So long se the born farmer tries
to make laws in the legislature,
and the man whom nature in-
tended for an engineer is patting
his congregation to sleep from
the pulpit, civilization will not
make very great progress.
Owing to -an ice jam the American
Falls went dry on March 29, 1848, and
the horseshoe Fall was reduced to a
rivulet. From a similar cause the
American Falls disappeared for a few
days in the winter of 1909, and, in
April, 1909, an ice jam in the lower
river lifted the water 36 feet above
normal at Queenston, flooding the
banks and obliterating the Whirlpool
and rapids.
Hard Up.
You're not hard up wheel your purse
is flat
And your trousers frayed like an old
doormat;
You're not hard up when your bills
fell duo
And you haven't a shilling to see you
through;
You're not hard up till you see the day
That you haven't a cheerful word to
say.
You're not hard up when your coin le
gone
And you whistle a tune as you journey
on;
You may walk the streets while others
. ride
And your pockets have naught but!
hands inside;
That'e not being broke you may de-
pend,
Per your not hard up while you have
a friend.
But you are hard up In sorry way,
If you haven't a cheerful word to saey;,
If nothing on. earth appeals to you
And you can't see charm in the skies,
of blue;
And you are hard up if you've reached
the end,
And can say in truth thet you have
no friend.
There is one telephone to eaeh eight
inhabitants of the United States of
America.
More Cheerfubuess Our Greatest Need
17 1 were asked to name one thing
that would help the human race mere
than any other, f would say, "Yore
cheerfulness."
More cheerfulness ntea.ns more life,
more happiness, more seeress, more
etiicieuey, more character, a larger
future.
Andrew Carnegie owed his populari-
ty, and much of 11s success and hap-
piness, to his cheerful dispoeitlon. In
hls later years he said: "My young
partners do the work and I do the
laughing, and I conmaend t0 you the
thought that there is very little suc-
cess where there is little laughter."
Cheerfulness means poise, a sane,
wholeeone, well-balanced outlook on
Me There is no philosophy like
cheerfulness. No one can estimate
the healthful, uplifting power of one
cheerful lIfo, one serenely b balanced
soul in the house .
The pessimist is as pessimist be-
cause he lacks a broad philosophy of
fife. His gloomy face, sour expres-
sion, worrying ni}nel, fretting disposi-
tion and general dissatisfaction with
the scheme of things are indicatt}ons
of a little, narrow, lopsided soul. They
are tho earmarks of weakness, a 0011-
fesslon of inability to understand OT
cope with one's environments.
like definition of a peselmist as one
glue when looking at as doughnut sees
nothing but the hole, is a good one.
the pessimiet looks at. the world, at
life, in the sane way. He seas noth-
ing but the negative side. He docs
not see life as a whole, with its lights
and shades, its Joys and sorrows, its
inevitable ups and downs, because his
gaze is fastened on the gloomy side,
Isis mind dwells on the shadowe, the
sorrows and heartbreaks. His view of
life is false because it is onesided.
The optimist does not Ignore the ills
of life. Not at all. But just as ho
sees the whole of the doughnut, not
the hole alone, he sees the whole of
life; its joy, its beauty, its love, all its
manifold divine gifts, es well as its
pain and sorrow and eufferng and
crime, all its evils and ugliness. His
philosophy is to enjoy the good things
and be thankful for them, and to do
his best to cure the 111s.
That le the true philosophy of life.
If we wore all pessimists, the world
would soon come to an end. The ranee
would wither and ale out. It Is op
tinrisnt, cheerfulness, the persistent
belief in the ultimate triumph of good
that keeps the world going and the
race progressing. So let ns have good
cheer, more and more of 111 More
cheerfulness will Help you all alone
the line of life. It will help you to
bear your burdens; it will help you to
ovetcomo obstacles; 10 will incroaee
your courage, strengthen your Nitta.
Live, make you more elyeetive more
pnpular, more helpful. It will make
you a happier, more successful pian or
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