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The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1894-03-18

quick erbout e. rhars more water comin'
an tyvon't be long before this mouse Is
anoat again. So, come on, poAs VIII yNt
cllt unless Sc want 70 Keep on VT ->eW
pan came climbing down ini9 TIE canoe,
md "a little later it was headed ucIoes ile
the black colt Fwlu-ming fcatlesslY pc
hind. lie had shivcrcd ana snorleu Rt
over the frst piuuge, put nov seen'en 70
looked Tranquility az Dan. who ciuns te-
nafiUuGly 90 the rein and never once
loelsed away from the splendid powerful
Twe.thirds OF tho way was safely
PASSED, tho drlft ana the lodged trees deN.
teriously avoided. when as the boat shot
ferwHrd the colt suddenly lagScd ana WIS
almost drawn under Az he came AGAIN
to the top the lads could he see TINT ne
was hcplosstry as he might three OF hia
feet were fettcrcd.
u know what's tho matter--its that
thar bis sycamore" Ansel said He has
dmt't we so further OF around itr'
'N ", why didn't youy' shrieked Dan,
tear, rn9nnins down his cheeks ,.o-oo!
IN ky You for III yes ] WIN"
Hold stil, my sonl Keep your shirt on
dol Ansd ayimonished ninging OF his
coat while jack held the canoe steady,
jack himself made rs though to drop his
"a had better be me, Ansel, I'm
aThet's why you're to stay ana Keep the
boat flEht hcrc,' AnSel SAID, KICKING OF
his shoes, ana taking his open knife be-
tween bis teeth. Then he diVed from the
stern while the othcrs held their breath,
a minute passed--two rhen the black
colt gave a joyful surge that almost over
set the canoe.
The next second Anscl came up, red and
/ sputtering 70 say, as he clambcred over
the canoe side, Jest Ike / sald--hc'd
/ hung hs feet in the grave vine ON that old
/ tree An he's n gentlcmnn-m amy
! other colt IN his pace would kicked me
| clean 10 the bottom when | nut my hand
on hts paNcn tryin' ter yet I'm loose"
/ Dan looked al Anscl with face of Won
! dormcnt
\ You oughtor have I'm" he said. nod
! ding toward the gallant creature IL
/ thought i ltcered moro erhout him than
4 any body, but ! coudn't done that-no,
not q he had drownded.h
Anscl never did own the black colt u
] TUNED ont he was or a famous racing
| strlin hut the old fudge did not over
I look the lads gallnntry FOR carly IN May
There eane 70 the Marvin homestead two
! beautiful gold watches market Jack"
/ mud 'Ausel" And inside the ld of each
/ you read; In memory OF a good dced
What he guve Dan do not know
! Probably the colts company was enough
]
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small buscult. ns for luncheon, may be
served witch salad.
Easter devices arc entirely good form for
an Easter breakfast as the children must
enjoy the pretty hgures and animals"
Peifecly simple meals are served with
a profnsion OF flowers and one kind or
fruit; u cereal. with cream; eggs, rolls and
chocolate.
the table pofs 81 Incoming plants Fafhcr.
mother, guests and children each select a
plant unknown 10 the others hiding II
away until breakfast is announced, When
lol little Jack appears with q tiny POI OF
tittiscs, Ruth with Vioiets. May with
scarlet gofRnium and pretenuous roses and
Easter lilies are proudly brought In by the
father and mother. An the pots are
wrapped in colorcd papers and tied with
ribbons
After grace" Is said Il Is common for
the children to sing an Easter hymn before
they begin the mcal. Then they open their
boxes OF gifts and exchange thanks ana
courtesles or they walt until the meal "
over and take them 10 the sitting room,
where quito a festival follows the break
INST. Margaret Spencer,
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lille II. Etheridge.


Clay. Texas. March 5pear P5st' I
live near Clay station. isurgson county
oar country IL not very th.c't'N settled
though Tho bottom lands ure worry fertile
Mamma taxes The Post and love 10
inst think They ara so nice / would Ike
so much ta correspond with YOUR iluur
friend ~ Sauprnr. CareW Holmes, !
Wish she would let me know I'm her next
letter TO THE Post whether she viii CORE
ep.nl with mo or not I am sorry 10 say
that my erh0nl ~ 1l. and my teacher re-
turned IN her home In Taylor. Her name
is Miss Jessie Clcavos. Your little friend
Lnnna Ihomns.
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Plank, Texas March a.--Dcar Post;
l thought ! would write you a few tines
as my first has failed to appear in print.
| viii write again, as ] have always been
taught III ] failed once try again, for pa
thence aud perseverance Is The road to
success, and IL see this In print 1 will
write again some time. Papa takes the
Scmi-Wcckly Post. and / love to read the
little letters Your little friend
LaynG Rogers.
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Great swirls Of leaves and dead timber
lad been sweeping by for the last nour-
sure sign that there was a big rise behind.
Maybe said JACK 10 Ansel in a little
while longer wen see somethu' in the
water thatll be worth goin out after.
Ana tine canoes all ready. Don't you re-
member whom Daddy Jlsgers aud Tommy
caught the big walnut ioss2'
eyes, i remember Ansei said eagerly
.an' tho man that owned the timber came
along All gave them "a hundred dollars
Tor saHl' b. ] don't want anybody 90
la.a anything tms tlme-out if they do j
hone wen keteh II Tor EN-"
II DON'T keer much about logs" ,Iacb
glil "N lat IA Ike would hc 10 soc "a
hoise como ssiln dnnn, with fnmtb1ay so
l,-aay ladN ecau-t-fu ladyi an q
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:. svBETHEART's FACH'

L -, him. when the musket rattle
\ ~ .s., r't The fercest battle
r. s Ms 81 nnaine-they only knew
|l..- y ne breast ood-trieSled thro'
Il. bis cold hand held a face
4 and fair
i, Il mod Of virgin grace
1 q, syes ,ben grew soft with tears
4 aE that they .,..-
,Assht put in sad eclipse
e las hiss
4. sveet and waiting lips
Blue and Gray.
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HELPS Hen ,rnr11nn

Bolton, March S.-De1r r,s,.
saw my LETTER in print
am setting along SO nice In music have
the best teachers In the world. Their
names are Mrs. Raymond and Miss pcRri
smhrce. ] take from Miss Pearl an
Wednesday and from Mrs HAMMOND on
Saturday Miss Nellie RucNer tes@hcs ehc.
DRY on saturday My mamma has been
Sex ana ! have helped her. Nv school les
sons are very hard but / learn them AN.
! VIII complete the sixth grade this term.
] am y years old, ! like 10 read the lat-
ters very much. Ida III Austin
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SOMEWHAT pIscouRAaINa.

leAdN Nlfuugs.
poetry?
visitor II may not he very good poetry;
but ! VIII improve IN time
haiior-Why. my dear sir, an elephant
might deyelope into q better matchmaker
than you viii ever be a poet.
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DIVES ON TTfE PRAIRIE.

Kendleton, Texas, March 5-Dear Post:
have been reading the childrcn's page
in The Post for a long time and | like TO
very interesting letters. we are living
out on the prairie tifty-seven miles from
Houston, and 1t is worry cold here in winter.
We have heen living here only eight
months. We came here from Houston
have one sister and a brother I am fifteen
years OF age. / intend to write again soon
Your little friend, Hubbard Smith.
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cHILpREN,s EASTER BREAK
FAST.

The Symbolic Scarlet Esq and an Easter
Card.
FOR Tho Sunday Houston Post.
Since the days of tho Emperor Constan-
tine churches and homes have made much
of Easter festivals, hnt none urc more
beautiful, more TO be followed and made a
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Ma3hoomet Texas, March s.-Dear po.,.
Yin ,,,ri, re nsVer written to The Post
NE to READ the letters. MY brStbrr ' erj
! 90 to school four miles In a bi,es,,,' ''1
i iaSo, to &c 70 school and like my Eind
e ey"CIgr' ", we nave no Sunday school near
enough 10 go. i have two pet SQUIRRELS
ana they are pretty. I have one br"tber
younger than j. ] am twelve wears oiI
We live on sheep ranch and I ln,e (;
very well Your little friend.
ELLA Ramsay
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Rose Hii. Texas, March 4-Dcae Post:
I have never written to Tho Post before.
I'm going to school. and my teachers
name is MIR Bailey Pm In the fourth
grade and l study reading, arithmetic
and spelling. I'm twelve years old. This
is all ! can tell you. Yours truly,
Berthu HalZer.
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A SNAIL AUNT.

d, Groveton Texas. March g.--pear Post;
l nave been reading the chlldren's letters
anu ] thought j would write. ! SO to sun
DAY school at Grovetou, and like 10 go
very much My teachers name is Mrs.
coleman. ! like her very much. / am
nlnc Years Old. ] hive no pets except my
sisters little baby boy. Hattie Hudson
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Ia psom re cRILpReN.

. cssirn: / did not write TO you
~ but not because i do not love
.,sY one. Nothing pleascs The Post
,s,r 10 have the little people It's
|, IA Il stands ready at all times
!. y, affection the children have
\, Pos, hopes all the children
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ONE PET.

I am twelve years old and this is my
first lettcr to The Post My only pet is
"a little chicken, not 10 count two little
sisters and two brothers. Your little
friend, Georgia Davis.
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rHrArpRs AND rHnIR INT1umNcE

time 70 evefy purpose under the heaven
Ecclesiastes, Ill. i.
The place which the thestcr occupies In
our modern society. whether we are TO
stoutly defend It's claims or humbly apollo
gize for It as necessary cvil--thls is
u question which IS always in the air.
II has excited almost as much contro-
versy as religion. burt while both parties
have been equally honest they have not
made much progress toward an agreement.
The popularity OF the debate is one
that obtains with no other subject under
dispute for whila she advocates OF the
stage speak from large personal eN-
perience those who dcnounce II have gem
orally hnd no personal experience WHAT
ever, II the clergy, whose motives are
by no means TO be impugned, should soc
Mr.. Jcfiersons Rip Van wiplde OF Mr..
the spectacle lowers the moral tone of
tie audience, we might diner with them
IN opiuian, but their Judgment would de-
servelly have exceeding weight.
1t IS not necessary for a man 70 Nlsit
a gambling dive In order TO discover maj ~,
II Us harmful because Il tA universally
conceded thut games OF chance are an un;
mtigatcd evil and can not be ,dcielded
representation has been wrongly clnssed
In the Same cutcgory, hut nssuredly J,
essentially evil. ana must bhcretore pc
criticized by The effects IL produces on
society and The indiNtduaL
yyna,t extent arc they 40 be deplnred2
There rs no reason why we should not la%
aside az prejudlee ana preSonGSpt9ns W. NJ
l,'' no 'i GOOD eTro,md Tor being unjust.
nnd nctresses have a code OF morals Of
their own aud That thcre is "A degree OF
iooseness in It which Is not TO be toli,
erat,sl This Is M least parity true anu
10 Is unfortunate thut u ls true. ~ y
very desirable mat ..9.n or rcoroa,,h INT
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A rARNuRis DAt7GurrR

Liberty, Texas. March 7..-Dear Post;
am nine years old and this Is my first
Lorcna Dever but she married last
month, SO She viii not teach any more.
idpa Us farmer and has taken The Post
lor several years, Yours truly,
Nora Barrett.
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.o.rn rss{.rA 'sroh dear Post.
l.t. n go ne letter. the ci,,I'
t7y iraa osl i.' aa IS bat,e' ' n SH,t-
sriie s, .,.a town. .lora 81, 4
n, yraii. am ts1 rolIs oi ,7i''
'AnsHa o r5 study spelling te,s
-e afl' lancuale Ms ,,Gg
" a,a anna Ioiusoo
4'm iis has besn Win
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us tor eight or nine years. would ,,,
part win MN Tor anything. Your frt.nGS'
Myrtis Wo,5v,arj 80
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city. March 5.-Dear Post: AS
letters from Hondo City. 1
l would write one My papa
q Post and ] Ike 10 read the
letters. / am lN years old and
l39L j study geography, third
.gLllig ana grammar I like my
very much, have two little
sld two little sisters. Good by,
NY Isaac j.. Hall.
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TRAIN SCHEDULE.
At Houston ..,.............l Leave. Arrlve.
Chicago Express. 6:5oainj ii.0spm
Galveston Express...-....l 7iOam s55am
Galveston Express,...... l:bQpin a.s5nnI
Galveston Express.......l 7:Sspn s2spnr
Chicago Express leaves and arrives
from c.. .. a. S. f. depot at Congress
street Galveston trains are scheduled
into Central depot.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08
Reaches All Because It Is Free.

DO you want to be strong and heal
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ter correspondence has been established
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You don't need to leave your homes to
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He gives most careful attention to
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to his mind. When he reached home
he slipped quietly to his room. Soon
after he might have been seen STEALTH
ly leaving the house and pattering
down the road, his stick and bundle
over his shoulder.
Again he was running away.
1t was late when he reached the fence
corner, and long he waited, but no one
came to coax him. At last when the
moon rose he realized that no one
would ever come that the house might
stand there for years and no one would
know he had gone.
He reached home in the gray of the
morning and crept in, cowed, beaten.
1t was afternoon when the painting
was finished. Samuel Clark turned,
brush and paint pail in hand, and
looked through the rows of apple trees
to her grave. 1t was in the shadow
now.
"If there's anything you want, jest
foot for it, am III get it with pleasure.
You needn't be a-standin' there so
meek like. You've had your own
Way.o
A fragrant breeze drifted through the
apple leaves, and their disturbed shad-
oW upon her seemed like the swaying
OF those marble garments. But she
did not turn around, as he feared he
could not see her face.
IL never said nothin'," he muttered,
ana with head bowed as to yoke he
tottered into the house.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08
The Magic of Love.

Going out into the country few
days since, the Saunterer of the Los
Angeles Times came across picture of
the occasional poetry of rural life. A
pretty, little meek blue-eyed woman
was walking slowly along the high
way, a rosy-cheeked baby in her arms,
a small boy following her, drawing a
diminutive cart, in which were seated
two smiling tots, smaller than himself,
followed by two dogs. In addition to
carrying the baby, the mother was
leading the family COW, to whose horns
a long rope was attached. The chill
dren were bubbling over with laughter,
and the mother, with a most musical
voice, was trilling snatches of song.
She wore an expression on her cheerful
face which seemed to say "Ah, this
is pleasant world ! / like it, and
with my darlings about me, do moi
mind hard work or care. 1t is delight
fnl simply to live in a world like this. ,
What wonderful magician loving con
tentment is.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08

The charge is oftener brought against
the great periodicals that their fiction
is supplied by half dozen well-known
authors, and that it is practically use
less for others to apply at the door of
the magazine publisher. This impress
sion may be partly due to the fact that
a familiar name instantly strikes the
eye, while an unknown one attracts
little attention. An enumeration of
magazine contributors probably would
show that at least one-third never APP
pear in print a score of times, and that
another third are comparatively OBJ
scure writers. Harper's Magazine has
been called ''the best collection of short
stories,' and the fiction of the Novem-
Der number is up to the average yet
not all the writer's of it's fiction have
famous names, though some of them
are well known in other connections
than the authorship of short stories.
Here is the list: Julian Ralph. Mar
guerite Merington, Grace King, Evan
Macpherson, and Joan Gardner.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08
A Bostonian's Adventure.

A travelling man from Boston few
nights ago had an adventure here with
a tarantula which he hardly cares to
repeat, writes the Tombstone Ari. cor
respondent of the Philadelphia Times.
On being shown his room at the hotel
where he put up, his first act was to
walk over to wash his face and hands.
This done, he seized a towel to dry
them, but, on unfolding it, was startled
to see drop from it large, brownish
body that gave very suggestive wrig-
gle as it dropped on his hand.
1t would probably have bitten him
in that moment had his hand not still
been wet, but, disliking the water, as
its kind does, it only doubled its legs
under it, and was easily thrown off by
the alarmed Bostonian. He did not
know exactly what it was, but it looked
sufficiently ugly to render its contact
unpleasant. But hardly had the big
spider struck the floor when its aggres-
siveness was aflame and it made leap
for the travellers feet. His shoes were
low, and the tarantula landed just
above their top, but before it could bite
him he lightly knocked it off again
with the towel which he still held.
The creature fell some feet from him,
but seeing that he had not killed it, he
seized a chair and attacked it. In his
haste he failed to crush it as he brought
the legs down. and the spider again
made running jump at his feet. Now
thoroughly demoralized by this singu-
lar combatant with its loathsome fat
body covered with coarse, short hair
that bristled with fury, and its dia-
mond eyes, the traveller feared to put
out his other foot to crush it lest he
miss it, and it ran up his leg so SPRING
ing on the bed he rang the bell.
A bell boy promptly answered, to
whom the Bostonian shouted as he
opened the door to bring a stick of wood
to kill "the DEVILS own self" This the
boy did, and the tarantula was easily
killed. The drummer has it preserved
and in alcohol, and will exhibit it when
he goes east again as the one foe before
which he backed down.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08
nr(9 RsF;o,
IOEts3S{ s!sa4f'
THE BRlER ROSE.

Not like her prouder sisters she,
With lofty foreign names,
That reck not though the summer nee,
But bloom all winter wantonly
To deck rich city DANES
The darkly glowing iacqueminot
The regal rose Ia France,
De Bourbon, all the blooms that go
With pretty dcbutantes 10 SOW
Havoc ut "tea" ana dance
Not like to these that feel the heat
OF green house when the snow
Lies trampled ON the busy street,
That rise" and "fall' like wool and wheat
Where chaffering merchants go.
But when the Winters frost has fled
Beneath the frightening day
When all the fields that lay as dead
Grow green and glad beneath the tread
OF fiower-loving May.
When from the snowless southland float
Rich sounds of sudden song
That break with rapture from the throat
OF the booolink, whose silvery note
Is heard the whole day long.
Then, then her thorny branches wake
From long aud leatiess gloom,
To feel the springs first rapture shake
Their sunk ,sed, burgeoning stems thai
break
With glory into bloom.
Sweet, pale pink blossom, passing fair,
That art of man ne'er wrought
For lust of gold, but earth and air,
And sunlight and soft rains sprung where
Our Mother Nature taught
Wild, wind censor, flowing free,
Faint sweets across the void,
Your subtle incense watts to me
A dream dream of Already
Down from the ages Old!
Arthur IgnatiuS keegan.
Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1894-11-08
THE PICKET FENCE.
From Harper's Weekly, !

From Harper's Weekly.
cVT was warm May morning, and
the sun beat down with ardent
suggestions Of summer on the gray
head of Samuel Clark as he bent
laboriously painting his new pick
"A ct fence. The pickets slowly as
sumed dark red color under the trem-
bling motion of his withered hands.
AS fence it was beautiful, straight and
even, cutting the greensward beyond
into narrow parallelOgrams. The dark
red was rest to the eye in all that
wilderness of green. Samuel Clark
paused from time to time and looked
at it, sighed and shook his head. 1t
was plain that he worked under pro-
test.
"'Tain't no use" he mumbled.
years ago" He rubbed the paint in
feelings, partly for the economy of the
paint. .If man can't run his own
farm he might as well be dead-or a
woman-a heap sight better be a
woman. There amt no way but their
way. / ought to have gave up long
ago.
1t took him a long time to express so
much. His words were separated by
long ~pauses, and spoken in a voice at
times scarcely audible; but the wind
softly tanning his gray hair, was gentle
of hearing, and there was nothing else
to listen.
His knowledge of women was not
wide, but deep-deep and varied. One
small woman, in her short 80 years,
had held for him all the mysteries OF
her sex. She had died ere time had
exhausted her infinite variety, and he
plodding away in the hot sun, felt hel
coercive presence very near. He took
off his hat and wiped his forehead. His
face wore a harassed, badgered look
Then, just to be sure that she still slep
peacefully, that she was not listening
to his complaining on the sly, he
turned and senta furtive glance dowr
the straight row of apple trees to where
the orchard ended in a tangle. Beyond
a gentle knoll brought the village grave
yard into sight There stood her head
stone, tall and white, just as she hac
planned it years before. Long it hat
waited for the legend on its white sur
face to be finished