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Dramatic Criticism ia sOntsna.

From the Helena Independent.
The beauty OF the young women was something on
the order of that peculiar charm that ideAllzes the
crook'necked squash in the eyes OF = Judge AZ .
county fair in the rural districts.
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ys.r yrtsnds ,Sho favor Z, ,Ct,A vaASssrtpts for
p~DNoattOn ,sfsA 70 hate rejected arttolsS r'ttvuSd
eAsv must IN oil Gases send stamps for that prrposS.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-06-08

In Paris to give aid and comfort to the
Spanish enemy, whose cause he has long
done all In his power to help.
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PAns-Kiosuuo No. ~. near Grand Rotst. and
KIosque No. 10, boulevard des CApucinss.
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A SURPRISE PARTY.
1t Game to a Man Who Used to Make
Himself Solid with the
Walters,

Brown had received setback that he
will not recover from for some time" said
Dodson, as he slipped his coffee. II honest
ly believe that he has corrupted every
decent waiter in the city by his outlandish
system Of overlapping, making it almost I'M
possible for modest Upper to get any serv.
ice at all.
"He had habit of starting with the head
waiter, and tipping them all down the line.
l don It Know whether he had ever tipped the
dlshWashers or not, but have my suspi-
cions that he did.
The result has been that the walters
looked upon him as sort of Indian nabob.
or returned king from the Klondike, and
would pay no attention to anyone else
when he was present.
IT,, "9oq might complain and storm all you
liked, but it would have no effect. When
Brown entered everything else was
dropped until the imaginary specks of dirt
were wiped from the immacuIate table
cloth and spotless china, and Brown seated
IN all his solitary glory at his favorite
pace, which was always reserved for him.
But all that is changed now, and he il
looking around for some anti-tipping 90
ciety to join"
.".Find fly in his soup?" asked Smith.
Worse than that. All his life Brown has
been trying to get money enough ahead to
build himself home, and now he has dis
covered that the house he is renting "a
owned by his former head waiter."-Detroit
Free Press
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college. But It sniaiced for Abel Tan

college. But II suiliced for Abel Tap
psn very we'll. rs.
"Forty-two. forty-three. forty-four,
forty-ive Wyncoop; that's your
page" he said. and declare if Page
46 amt the McKie page, right across
from yours. I'd forgot that. Twenty
nine-twenty-nine dollars and eighty
three cents. There you are, Mis- Wyn-
coop! You better reckon it up yourself
and make sure it's all right. We're all
as liable to mistakes as the sparks that
fly upward"
He tilted up and down on his toes
mildly in.redulous of any possible er-
ror in his reckoning, while Drusilla
Wyncoop went over the columns from
the top downward. Her lips chippered
audibly over the task.
Eyes; that's just right, Abel, and I'm
only thankful it isn't any more. Lord
of liberty! who'd believe nutmegs an
pepper n salt would cost most $3o!"
Her eyes rested on Page 46, still lying
open on the counter. Her own page. op-
posite, looked almost empty in COMPARE
son.
From top to bottom and from side to
side, Page 46 was full of minute, un-
steady words, traced with cramped
painstaking and f1anked by a relentless
column of figures.
what pageful!" she exclaimed
"You don't say the McKies owe the
whole of that? Land of liberty! don't
see how they get wink of sleep, and
New Year right on the verge, too!
couldn't
II guess it don't keep them awake
any. shiftless folks can sleep with their
heads under water.'
Mr.. Tappan's voice, loud with scorn.
echoed back from the high rafters.
Mrs. Wyncoop shook her head re-
The words issued lit
tie twisted out of shape by the fat
shawl pin between her lips:
20, no, no, Abel; you shan't call them
shiftless. I don't know about Jerome
McKie, but his wife amt. She's real
devoted woman, and works dreadful
hard. Maybe she don't know how to
make the money spend as wells she
might, but that amt shiftlessness. And
I never saw a tenderer hearted mother
than she is to that little sick girl III
hers. guess she humors her to pieces.
Poor little thing!"
Abel Tappan stirred uneasily. A rev
of golden lemons on the shelf looked At
him with silent reproach. 1.-THE water
don't taste good" boys eager voice
said in his ear.
''She looks like your little grand
daughter, too" Mrs. Wyncoop went on,
driving the shawlpin home with in
trepid aim-''everybody noticed it. Be-
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still calling to him? Was it growing
clearer, nearer?
"Wisher Happy New Year, daddy"
standing in the murky doorway ?
Becky! Her voice shrilled out to him,
triumphant and sweet.
Abel sprang forward in sudden hor-
ror and caught her in his arms. Her
little nightgown fell away from her
bare toes, and he felt the chill of them
against his wrists.
Happy New Year." he repeated, me-
chemically, after her. He was hugging
the little cold feet fercely to his breast,
and burying his face in the tousled hair.
1t was Becky - Becky and her
cheeks, against his, felt round and
| warm. And she sat on his arm as
straight and strong as little ramrod!
Then he had been asleep. He had had
terrible dream. Thank God, he was
awake now! He carried Becky back
upstairs. feeling every step as he went
with slow care. Then he tucked her
into bed among blankets and quilts, and
kissed her.
His lamp was Pickering out, and he
got another and carried it down stairs.
The big book on the high corner desk
lay open at page 46-
What!
Abel Tappan could hardly believe his
eyes. He took eff his glasses and
dubbed them on the lining of his coat.
But when he put them on again, he
could still see two wavy, criss-cross
lines meandering from corner to corner
of page 46.
Mrs. Wyncoop's page. opposite, was
clean and uncrossed
well, now, who'd We believed it,"
he laughed, in loud delight. His heart
:elt light and glad. II did it myself.
instead O. crossing out Mis- Wyncoop's!
And it can stay, too It'll remind me
that I amt going to press that poor
McKie woman mite-not a mite-not
if she can't ever pay up. She's got a
poor little spi4dling, crookedbacked
girl, and the LORD knows that's enough
affection. That's more'n could stand. :"
With careful painstaking. he retraced
the slanting lines, his pen spluttericg
tiny fecks of ink upon his intent face:
''There!' he breathed softly. 81 guess
they're black enough to remind me if
amt stone blind! Now I'll turn over a
new leaf"
At the top of the clean, new page he
wrote, in his small, unsteady letters,
the word lemons
"1'll send Becky over with 'em first
thing in the morning-ifI can find EN- =
he added, laughing again. Then he
slapped his thigh in sudden spasm Of
recollection.
"Why, bless your heart! they're in
the money drawer this minute. holding
their sides, like ss not. / raked 'em all
in to get 'em out O. my sight
a sleigh load of belated jewellers was
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But she thrust away the glass he

But she thrust away the glass he
brought her.
1T don't taste good take II away,
daddy. I'm SO thirsty in my throat"
Yes. yes; daddy'll go get some nice
fresh water, right out Of the we'll You
wait, Becky"
Becky lifted up her small, tangly
head and Pazed up at him reproach
fully. ~
''Take it away, daddy" she cried
'Put lemon init don't taste good. I
want squeeze o. lemon in, an sugar.
I'm so thirsty!" .z
Abel Tappan's grizzled head bowed it.
self beside the child's.
Eyes, yes; daddy'll fetch a lemon
right away and make it taste good, :"
he mumbled in an agony of grief,
against her cheek. ''Daddy'n see to it
all NICE"
Back in the store again, he could
find no lemons, though he searched and
researched with logged insistence.
Where could they be? There had been
plenty of them, over there on the Sec
ond, right-hand shell. in a row.
He moved boxes and cans, he cleared
whole shelves with sweep of his arm.
Becky's little wall sounded on, unceas-
ing, in his ears. He must find them! He
could not go back to Becky without
them. The yellow labels on some of
the bottles Knocked him and led him On
to unavailing hopes. The dim light
twinkled their eyes and jeered at him.
A merry party going past outside
shouted and sang, and he shook his
tight fist toward them angri!y. Where
could the lemons be? he asked himself
over and over in dull wonder. If he had
only remembered to look in the money
till!
It'll go down to the Forks-they'll
have 'em at Denby's," he muttered.
Its good mile, but don't care if it's
80! don't care if have to wake up the
seven sleepers, neither!"
But how long it took to find his great
coat and get into it! He tried to hurry.
Heavy weights seemed to hang to his
limbs and drag them back with dia-
bolical persistence. Would his arms
ever go into the sleeves? Was it go
ing 20 take till crack o. doom to get
his hat on his head? Big drops of sweat
scurried down the seams of his has-
gard cheeks. He set his teeth dog
gedly.
If the lemons in the money drawer
had only logged against the door of
his memory!
It'll find one-big one-steal one
anything!" he cried aloud.
Hark! was that the little voice, muf-
fled by the folds of the thick comforter,
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AS THE YEARS ROLL BY.
Over to thesNexr a World Bet
tered by Doing Good.

Ihere was a time in the long agt
when this observation would have
meant little. Back in those periods
when nature was here all alone and
was doing everything so leisurely ir
her own way, when there was no agony
OF human life, no cry from the lips
OF men and women, no anxious thought
beating upon the perplexed mind, no
hope striving against fear in the
troubled heart, back in those great
stretches of space, in that vast fear OF
illimitable and unutterable transac-
lions of fire and mist and water and
sand and sea, where biologists delight
to spread out ages and pile up Gen.
turtles, what would it have mattered
II some voice had sounded above the
explosions of Unreasonable volcanoes.
rise and fall of continents, and the
roar OF overwhelming seas, and cried:
1.-The years are rolling by!" If some
lone geologist could have stood upon
the pinnacle of favorite theory in
that manless world and answered that
cry, he would have replied: 'Let them
roll' we have millions and to spare"
But now that the world and the years
no longer belong to nature but to man,
and that the fret and fever of life will
not permit events to edge slowly along
through numberless ages, and that
each generation is shut up to it's little
span OF threescore and ten, the voice
which warns us that the years are roll
ing away falls upon our thoughts like
the sob OF a wave dropping down the
shore. It is not that the years of all
time are rolling by, but that our years
are going, which puts such serious cast
upon the phrase. The world will roll
on, the procession of events will move
down the future. and millions of hui
man beings will swarm on the earth
ages hence. but the years to which we
belong, in which we must make our
stroke high or low In history, are fast
passing.
Personally, it is pathetic enough, but
no doubt it will be all right in the sum
of things. For it is not at all certain
that it would be better if we kept on
through the years. We might get in
the way. The world must be greatly
changed before the millennium comes.
and we might be in too soft place TO
want change, or we might be rusted
in the old grooves and refuse to get
out, or we might be so full of cid no.
tions that there would be no room for
new idea, and our heads might hard
en- to such degree that nothing but
surgical operation would let in a new
ray of light. New men will arise with
new views, and women newer even than
those who are now on the platform
may come to the rescue of the race,
and there must be ears to hear their
messages. AS long as human limita~
lions are. such that an old generation
cannot keep young heart and young
hope and face set full to the future
there is no way but to let the race come
and go with the years. But the mission
of each generation is plain. It is not
to reach the final goal, but to do as
little harm and as much good as pos
sible, and to hand over to the next gen
GRAFTON better world than we re-
ceived from our fathers.-Chicago Ad:
vance.
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fore she fell downstairs and crooked
her back the teacher-she boarded with
me then-said you could hardly tel!
those two children apart when they
were together. She used to get en- all
mixed up at school. Same colored hair,
with the same kinks in it, and their eyes
just alike, and even their little dimp'es
matching! The little McKie girl was
fat and we'll then, like YOU Becky"
The lemons blinked their yellow eyes
reproachfully. Mr.. Tappan strobe be-
hind the counter and swept them, with
succession of clatters. into the money
drawer, out of sight. He was mentally
reviewing the items of Page 46. He
knew them by heart. How many. many
of them were little unpretending lux
uries that little, peevish. sick child
might crave! How few of them-her-
rings now and then. and salt Goldfish
or oatmeal-were necessaries! It had
nettled him over and over again t.
think of it, but now. somehow, It
touched him against his will.
Yes. o. yes. he knew they used to say
the little McKie girl-Love. Dove. what
was her name?-looked like Becky
His Becky! His little round. roly poly,
happy Becky!
After Mrs. Wyncoop's departure Abel
Tappan took the big brown ledger back
to the corner desk still open. Dogged1y
he turned the pages and went to work
With quick steps the little New Year
was hurrying to meet the Old Year.
His light footsteps made no ~ereaking
over the snow. Eleven-quarter past
-half-past- close they were, al
most touching hands!
A little voice reused Abel Tappan oy
and by-Becky's-but he had never
heard Becky's voice from such dis
lance before. He seized the lamp and
hurried upstairs, where he and his little
beloved, motherless Becky and Old
Nance lived.
The child was tossing on her bed, fret
ting plaintively. Her little face. in the
lamps feeble glimmer. looked unduly
flushed and thin.
my back aches sol" she whimpered.
Becky's back ached so! Becky's lit
tie straight-no. o! Lord have mercy,
it was crooked! 1t bowed out pitifully
against the little white sheets. Becky's
face was sharp with pain. =
= Abel Tappan shuddered from head to
foot. The lamp shook in his hand IN
safely. Through the blur on his glasses
the little tossing head on the pillow
seemed strangely far away from him
Was it his little. plump. rollicking. dan
cling Becky-his straight Becky he had
been so proud of always?
I'm so thirsty in my throat: y
moaned the little crooked Becky on the
bed.
He bent down unsteadily and kissed
her. His heart broke in the kiss.
'tDaddy'll fetch you drinl. right of, :
he faltered.
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Swift RetPihufiOu.

There was a wicked leer in Wandering
Mikes eye as he saw the little girl coming
small tin pail. "The ideal" he exclaimed to
his comrade, ''of Encouraging SIGH Injuries
in de young" cts our duty to stop it." was
the rejoinder. Before the little girl could
turn the corner the tramp doomed up before
her and exclaimed: I'm sorry, lady, but I
couldn't see ye carryin' dat pail any furder
It's agin me gallantry." The little girl be.
gan to cry. Mike seized the bucket and in a
moment had the bottom of it pointed to-
ward the blue sky. The effect was volcanic.
Foam few in all directions His one ejacu-
lation solved the mystery: "Soap suds!"
And when the restaurant proprietor came
out and desired to know why his children
could not blow soap bubbles without being
iinterfered with the victim of poetic justice
had not word to say.-Washington Star.
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ANOTHER NEW YEAR.
Age Reclzoned by Inward Signs-Old
Only as Our Growth in Manly and
Womanly Virtue Would Show.

A modern author suggests that if all
record and measurement of time by
hours and days and years could he
abandoned, we should gradually ADOPT
81 newer and truer standard, and count
our age by inward, rather than out
ward signs.
If, by transformation of mental habit.
this introspective reckoning could sud-
denly be brought to bear. in what new
aspect should we see ourselves and
our friends. How old would many
seem who are yet in the vigor of youth,
and how youthful many whose brows
are wrinkled and crowned with silver
hair. We might not wholly separate
time and growth, but we should meas
ure time for mortals as we do for trees,
by the indications of growth.
Who does not know the difference
who looks back and sees how the life
less years of his past lie half forgotten
while the life of the vital years has pow
e,r still to set every pulse athrob? These
years count, the others are ciphers. We
are as old as their grand vitality
inwrought into experience and ripened
into character has made us. We are
as old as our thoughts are high and
deep; as old as our love is wide and
warm; as old. and only as old. no mat
ter how many our years, as our growth
in manly and womanly virtue would
show. The brain may have absorbed
facts and theories and PHILOSOPHERS
about goodness and the real self b<e
learning the alphabet of Gods lesson
OF obedience and trust.
These being the natural food Of the
soul, it's real growth depends on the
souls power of assimilating what has
been prepared by Divine hand for
its nurture. Yet on no amount of
thought about obedience. or love. or
goodness will the hungering human
nature thrive. No careful analysis of
foods will build up the wasting tissues
or give new strength to the growing
body, only that which enters into the
life becomes part of fiber, and blood,
and Observation-Disclosures Home Maya
zine.
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lie IA. Her Then.

"Why i it that an engagement ring
usually has diamond, while wedding
ring is plain gold AFFAIR."" asked the
inexperienced miss.
Because" replied the experienced
matron, IF things are not up to the
girls expectations it is simple matter
to breakan engagement, whereas. when
the wedding ring sproduced the groom
knows that it will be too late for her
to back out. The engagement and we'd
ding rings mark the difference between
expectation and realization, promise
and fulfllment." -Chicago Post.
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Dur,nx the Year.

You have thought of many friends.
No doubt you have studied to give them
Joy in some kindly remembrance. Some
of them appeal strongly to you by their
own circumstances, not having many
of the brighter things of life. Now will
you follow this up during the year, and
study TO help them in every way in your
power?-United Presbyterian.
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Advance of Science.

II see you've got your lightning rod up
for office again." said the friend of the can
didate.
1.-The lightning rod" replied the candi-
date, who was a matter-of-fact sort of man,
lis one of the exploded humbugs of the
trolley poles up for the Office Chicago
Tribune.
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orunchi ling past. Their gay voices rare
out, and their laughs chimed in pleas
santly with his. ISL
He hurried TO the door, unlocked it,
and shouted after them at the top OF
his voice, little Becky's "Wisher Happ.
New Year! Annie Hamilton Donnell
IN Country Gentleman.
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Impartial Justice.

Foreign Visitor (proudly)-1n my
country we have one law for prince and
pauper.
American Host-Same way here. It
doesn't matter whether man is beg
gar or millionaire, he's got to obey
the law, unless he's got pull.-N.
Weekly.
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Just the Difference,

The Man Who Didn't Know-I think
you pay too much rent for this house.
The Man Who Was Two and Half
Quarters Behind-Ah. my landlord
doesn't think so.-Ally Sloper.
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Her Idle Dream.

She dreamed that she dwelt in marble halls,
With yassals and serfs all around her;
But she woke in the morning to find, poor
thing,
That her father was not railroad king,
And that unto no baron they'd bound her.
Chicago Daily News.
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Miss McGillicuddy, kin 1 hev de
pleasure of walkin' down de street wild
ycuse?'
eyer kin, Raggy, if yer'll pretend not
ter know me wen meets me friends"
IN. Y. Evening Journal
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JuStihable.

Magistrate-Why did you commit
this unprovoked assault?
Prisoner-I wanted to get my picture
in the papers.
Magistrate-Well, will you be good
if l let you go?
Prisoner-I am afraid not. I now
want to kill the artist who made the
pictures.-Chicago Tribune.
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sltm ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.

Don't despair, Joe; there is plenty
of room at the top"
Eyes; that statement, I've observed,
is generally put forward by people who
have never been therein. Y. Truth.
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She Would Wait.

Maude-1f rich old man on the edge
Of the grave should propose to you,
would you throw him over?
Marie-Not until after 1 had married
him-Somerville Journal.
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A COwar6lv Sfah

'These are remarkably fine biscuits
of yours, DEAR" remarked Mr.. North
side, as he balanced specimen on the
tips of his fingers.
Mrs. Northside flushed with pride.
1T is so good of you to say so," she
murmured.
"Yes, indeed" the wicked mar went
on. II have rarely seen any so heavy
for their size" -Pittsburgh Chronicle
TELEGRAPH.
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A Rich Old Eraud.

Old Bullion-What's the matter
now?
Young Wife (pouting) have
not kept your word. You said before
marriage you'd do anything in the
world to please me.
EYES,"
"You said you would gladly die for
me?"
"Y-e-s."
"Well, but you don't" Y. Weekly.
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Satisfactory Arrangement.

Maud-You write to each other every
day! Why, what can you find to write
about?
Marie just answer the things
he says in his letters.
Maud-But what can he find to write
about?
Marie-He just answers the things
say in mine.-Town Topics.
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In After Years.

When Mary's lamb obtained its growth
He became cross and contrary;
One day he chased her up stump
And then the lamb had Mary.
Chicago Daily News. 1854,
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Getting Ready for New Years Day.
Quizzer-What. are you putting cot
ton in your ears for?
Wise-Don't want to be deafened by
the sound Of broken pledges to-mor.
roW.-N. Y. journal.
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Hail and Farewell.

When money talks, what words, please,
does it say?
Only these, briefly: How dye do? Good
day!'
Chicago Record
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What the Girls Have Lea

What the Girls Have Learned.
'They say the way to win a man is to
talk to him about himself"
mo; the way to win him is to let him
talk to you about himself" -Chicago
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The Irony of Fate.

That wealth has it's grievances many have
heard.
IT'S fact which is sad beyond question
That the man who can purchase the heav
lest bird
Has often the lightest digestion.
Washington STAR
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Characteristic.

The Visitor (viewing the new baby)
DO you think he is going to resemble
his father?
The MotherI shouldn't be sur
prised. He keeps me up every night
Ally Sloper.