Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-11-18

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[ n G1i The after-bitterness
of tasted pleas
That temperance of feeling and of words
Is health of mind, and the calm fruits Of
Have sweeter taste than feverish zeal
affords:
That reason has a joy beyond unreason,
That nothing satisfies the soul like
truth,
That kindness conquers in and out of
season
If youth could know, why youth would
not be youth.
If age could feel the uncalculating urg-
The pulse Of life that beats in youthful
veins,
And with it's swift, resistless ebb and
surgence
Makes light of difficulties, sport of
pains;
Could once, just once, retrace the path
and find it
That lovely foolish zeal, so crude, so
young,
Which bids defiance to all laws to bind
it,
And flashes in quick eye and limb and
tongue,
Which, counting dross for gold, is rich
in dreaming,
Ard, reckoning moons as suns is never
cold,
And, having naught has everything in
seeming
If age could do all this, age were not
old
Susan Coolidge in Congregationalist.
How Flox Fought the Ants.
Aunt Martha's pantry was full of
| ants. They crawled in the cakebox,
they skipped in the sugar-barrel, and a
person was never sure when slice Of
Aunt Martha's delicious bread was cut
that a half-doZen ants might not fall
out of the little yeast holes. No one
knew where they came from or how
they escaped after they had filled them
selves with the good things. Half a
dozen times Aunt Martha had taken
everything out of the pantry, washed
the shelves, put on clean papers and
looked carefully for some hole through
which the ants might steal, but che
would no more than get the dishes back
again than the pantry would swarm
with ants.
cts enough to try the patience Of a
saint" she said to Uncle Matthew. Il
declare I don't know what I'm goin'
to do"
At that Flox piped in with her merry
voice:
what will you give me to clean
them all out, auntie?" she said.
"Why, my dear, if you'll conquer
those ants I'll have party for you and
invite the Hill girls and the little
Coopers and any of the others that you
care most to see."
Floxz had come down from the city
the day before to spend three weeks on
the farm with her aunt. She had been
preparing all summer for good time,
and now that it was here she was en-
joying it as hard as she could.
"It's mammals way" she said to
Aunt Martha, but she wouldn't tell any
more about it.
The next day she climbed up in the
barn where the boys were drying their
walnuts and brought down an apron
full. Part of these she cracked open
and placed, meats and all, in low tin
pan, which she set on the pantry shelf
Then she placed little paths of wood
up to the edge, so that the ants could
climb in. The next morning you would
have been astonished to see that pan.
It fairly swarmed with ants-hundreds
and hundreds of them, and they were
running up and down the pathways,
so that they nearly crowded one an
other off. Flox emptied them all out
together, and, after cracking new
supply of nuts set the pans again the
next night. This time she watched
carefully and her sharp eyes found a
very little crack near the floor, where
the ants came through. She stopped
it up and then caught in her pan Of
walnuts every one of the remaining
ants.
"There, Aunt Martha" she said;
give done my work"
Aunt Martha examined the pantry up
and down and couldn't find a single
ant.
"Well," she said; "I'll do my work, :"
and the very next week FloX had her
party.
Deer Mice as Pets.
While rambling one evening in the
woods 1 sat down on rock close by