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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10

Ernest McGafey in the Woman's Home Companion,
The bumblebees delye IN the thick red clover,
Tousling and tunbling 1t over and over;
The far shines and the Winds go by,
And sparrow hawk pOises above in the sky.
There is little to learn the fight Of the swal-
low,
Who leads where his gathering comrades follow;
The stream slow and the hills are high,
And the sparrow hawk poises above the sky
And clear sweet note from the ground is ring.
ing.
Where bird In the silence is singing;
Like drifts Of do the white clouds lie
And the sparrow hawk poises above in the sky.
In the pastures breadth is a brown song-sparrow-
There's rush Of wings like whistling arrow
Forever and aye must the sweet notes die,
And a sparrow-hawk poises above in the sky.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
The Persian CARPENTER,



In accordance .with the nvariable custom
OF all eastern artisans, the carpenter sits
upon the ground while at work Instead of
a bench strong stake is driven down be-
lore him, leaving about ten inches above
ground, and upon this he rests his work
ana Keeps 1t steady with his feet The ia
clilty with which the work is executed in
lhls position has always been a matter of
surprise to European workmen. In the roy
al arsenals English tools are used and
bette" system Of working has been intro
d9ced under the superintendent of British
oIhcerS, but in the native workshops the
Workmen are still to be seen squatting on
the ground, and being used to this position
from infancy, and their tools being formed
10 work with more efficiency when used In
TINS way, any alteration is scarcely to be
expected Their principal tools are the
frame saw, adze, planes, hammers, nails
and few smaller tools
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
Over the Way.

From the Chicago Record.
over the way Of your dreams. my boy,
Are wundrous things for your eyes 10 see.
And wonderful paths a world Of joy
And the marvellous land OF the Ought-tO-Be.
There Is gold in She dust that your feet viii tread,
And diamonds CLEAN the wayside grass,
And HreGths OF laurel 10 grace your head
Hang waiting 10 crown you you pass
There marble castles and broad estates,
And servants to every wish fuIfu,
And arTnOred hosts at the castle gates
Stand ready aud eager to do your WILL
There living springs 10 renew your youth,
And dTcamful shades for your least repUse,
And breezes 10 fan you with love and truth,
And gardens that blossom like the rose.
There are wildwoods ringing with songs of birds;
To greet you with tender and honest words
And never II Il eme that you might regret.
This land Of the Ought to Be, fair;
This paradise Of the cloUdiess skies
Where the Best and Right are everywhere.
Your childhood lives In this happy land,
And the loved ones lost in the years ago
In the glow OF Its glorious sunlight stand
And tenderly beckOn you there know.
What If your present path is bleak
And the shadows clutch at your garments heIuf
Its over the way that your soul must seek
For the light that VIII ever Danish them.
Just over the way of your dreams. my boy
Are Wondrous things for your eyes to see,
And wonderful paths TO a world OF joy
And The marvellous land " the Ought to- Be.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10

Written for The Evening Star by Bertha c. Thorne.
Borne the wings Of the morning air
Comes Il voice that thrills with music rare
lake the charm that cliEgs to a cherished dream,
Mirrored IN Memorys mystic stream.
"Oh, follow with me- the siren sings,
The path that winds where the sword fern springs
My castle since Times first has stood
The sun-tiecked hRlls of the song hrlnmed wood;
Where JOY lends wings to the heeting hours,
And Hope smiles g en- through veil Of showers"
The song seems to breathe magical spell;
III sung by voice that my heart knows well;
For is It not summer, in numbers sweet,
IIring the soul from the sitting street
To the realm where the heart with care oppressed
By the music of Nature is hushed to restf
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
The Homeyyard Bound,

From the San Francisco Coast Seamen's Journal
OH for a brisk and fresh ming wind
That follows the tall ship fast
That curs the crests OF the sun-kissd seas
And strains the pitch pine mast
And bends the towering mast,
w hist the cog-watch yarns 20 'rOnnd,
And the chanteyman uplirts his voice
In the song Of the homeward bound!
The chorus ascends IN time and tune
And is caught the rising wind,
TIL the startled gulls with uUttering wing
Fail off In the track behind
Fail off il the flakes beuiud
Where theiI shrieks and screams are drowned
By the proud. loud song, the loud, proud song,
The song Of the homeward bound
Give me the midst of stormy zone
Where the staggering swings low
And the clouds oil back on the Weatherboard
Predicting heavy blow
Sure sign OF heavy blow,
When from wiadward comes the sound
or the thunder's to rouse the song,
The song OF the homeward bound.
Give me the man with the rich round voice,
When the wind is believing hard,
AS he looms his reach Ger the leading block,
A hoistinA topsan yard
Mastheading a topsal yard
AS the sail sets taut and round,
And the word "Belay!' falls like ''AmepI'
To the song OF the homeward bound.
Oh! the strange seafolk, the wild seafolk
That live On the trackless deep
That carry our commerce the world around
Wherever the wild waves sweep
Where the wild waves sweep.
To these let the toast resound
With health to the sailor a health to the shit
And health to the homeward bound!
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10

cent pontificaI state carriages to the La
teran Basilica, which, being the cathedral
of the eternal city. the new pontiff took
formal possession of as bishop of Rome.
What pen can describe the splendor of
this procession, in the good old times, when
the pope, robed in cloth of gold, and wear
ing his tiara. and riding his gaYiy capari-
soned mule under a canopy upheld by the
six principal princes of Rome, and followed
by the whole Sacred College on mule back,
each cardinal wearing his scarlet silk cana
magma and hat, and escorted by the most
brilliant cortege, conceiya6 bic, PASSED.
through the gayly decorated streets or
Rome. wound by the Coliseum to the Won
derful old basilica which Leo XIII has
chosen for his place of sepulcher?
Gorgeous Ceremony.
TriumphaI arches SPAWNED the streets at
intervals, and every palace and every house
was draped with costly tapestry, rich silks
and flowers
At the Lateran the archbishop of that
basilca presents the pope with the keys
of st. Peter on a golden saIver. one golden
and the other silver. The new pope now
receives the homage of the cardinals, arch
bishops. bishops, abbots and clergy, and,
after giving the papal benediction from the
balcony over the church door, he returns in
the same state to the Vatican, where
great banquet is given which is attended by
the foreign ambassadors, the pope, how
ever, dining by himself under canopy of
state.
The whole city of Rome formerly on these
occasions was brilliantly Illuminated, and
even the famous girandola was fired off
from the summit of the castle of st. Angelo.
Bands of music paraded the streets, and
until a late hour Rome presented most
animated, brilliant and picturesque scene,
such as, it is much to be feared. will never
be seen again, for it is questionable, even
If a reconciliation between the papacy and
the Italian government ever takes place.
that these grand old ceremonies can be re-
vivid in their former completeness, the
spirit of a unitarian age being opposed to
such gorgeous manifestations of ecclesiasti-
cal pOmp.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
HOW CUBANS LIE.
Possess 1mnginations as Fertile as
the Soil of the Island.

From the Atlantic Monthly.
1t is often hard to tell whether a Cuban
lies to YOU from ignorance or malice. On
ordinary occasions, and about matters that
do not promise to affect himself. he is fairly
truthful, but he seems to know no reason
why he shouldn't tell lie If he wants to.
To the average Cuban who has always lived
on his own island, lie is a thing to tell
whenever it will serve any useful purpose
such as getting him out of a scrape, or Sc
curing an advantage, or getting money out
of somebody, or conciliating some one, or
creating a good impression. Here the alb
sence of a moral sense becomes apparent.
With the Cuban, lying is not a matter of
right, but of policy, his shortsightedness
preventing him from perceiving that today's
advantage may be tomorrow's loss. The
statement. common among Americans VINO
have lived in Cuba, that the CubanS are adj
liars, Is much nearer the truth than most
CONGRATULATIONS. Though they usually tell
the truth, nearly all Of them dissimulate
or equivocate whenever they see occasion.
Hence 1t Is not always easy to tell what a
Cuban thinks or how he feels about the flu
ture of the island. He sometimes tells you
what he thinks you want to hear. Every
man of property wants Cuba to be under
American control, but he will not admit it
before crowd or even to another Cuban,
unless convinced that he. too, is heartily in
accounts of the Cuban army. However, 1t
is only fair to say that the glowing de-
scriptions given by the Cubans of the per-
formanees and the glorious victories of that
somewhat mythical force are not Intention
al, deliberate. cold-blooded lies. Carried
away by imagination fertile as the soil
Of their island, they actually believe their
own monstrous inventions For after all,
the Cuban loves better than all other things
on earth to strike an attitude, to pose, to
strut and brag, and make himself out
great man and his gentle fellow islanders
great nation.
Thousands of Cubans really believe that
there was once a band of men worthy to be
called a Cuban army, and that they fought
battles. Others admit that there were
merely little companies of starving strag-
glers, who sometimes fired their two car
tridges apiece from ambush at Spanish
scouting parties. and then scattered. But
they all think they did great execution. Get
some American or Englishman who was
with them to tell You his view of 1t. 1t
will be discouragingly different. Cuba is
infested with "after-the-war soldiers,
braggadocio mock heroes. who never got
within earshot of fighting.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
JAPANESE MAGIC.
Some Tricks That Typify the Progress
of the Country.

From the Chicago Record.
I strayed into a small theater in Yoke
hama last year following a throng OF
rather common japanese, who seemed
deeply interested and anxious TO crowd
in, drawn by the fierce ringing of an or
binary boarding house dinner bell in the
hands of piratical-looking chap In front,
who harangued the passing public in stem
torian tones His words seemed to catch
the attention of at least half the people
who heard him, and they We're drawn into
the building as the children followed the
Pied Piper of Hamelin, without seeming
TO nave any voice in their own movements
Going along with the stream l found
myself in square room, on one side Of
which was rough stage. / learned after
ward that L had entered In the middle Of
the performance and, therefore, l saw only
the latter half; but it was this second half
that seemed tt me almost allegorical in its
application to the Japan of today.
All eyes were fixed upon a cellular sub
division of the stage, at the farther end of
which, under soft, pleasing light, stood
a skeleton Of a woman. The bones were
perfectly articulated; they were not white
as they usually are In this country, but
seemed like half-polished steel. / was
wondering what there was in the skeleton
to attract such rapt attention from the
crowd, and my eyes wandered over the
faces of the audience. When I again
glanced at the skeleton a change seemed to
have come over 1t. The bones were less
seely and less sharply defined. Thence
forth / did not look away from the fasci-
mating optical delusion that was taking
place before me.
More and more distinct grew the out
lines of the skull, and less and less for
bidding grew the color of the other bones
Then, as they seemed half fading into
gloom. L became aware that around all
the bones was gathering q cloud, as though
a fog was clinging to them This nimbus
became more and more noticeable, until
saw that 1t was taking the general human
form. Still faded the bony framework un-
til the shape of a real fiesh-and-blood wo-
man could be distinguished in a graceful
pose. Gradually, as the head, body and
limbs became more clearly defred, an
other dim gathering outside the figure APP
peared, and the kimono and other external
raiment of the japanese belle declared
themselves. At last waX-lke statue
stood before US. Then 1t began to take
color in the hair, eyes, checks, lips and
dress, until without warning the figure
skeleton-a charming girl, full OF life and
grace-walked to the front of the stage,
made two or three inimitably demure Jap
anese courtesies and passed out of sight In
the wings.
l felt that 1 had seen represented the
change that is going on in new Japan to-
day. On the bare bones of a dead feudal-
new civilization have been taking form,
hardly noted in the transitional steps, yet
continuing toward its goal unerringiy, I'M
til new creature vii. be the result.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
VESSELS THAT VANISHED.
Instances When Great Ships Disap-
peared and Left No Trace.
From the London Mail.

From the London Mail.
1t seems passing strange, considering the
enormous amount of ocean traffic carried
on nowadays, that it should be possible for
a vessel to put out to sea, in fit condition
only to vanish from the face of the waters
and leave 10 indication of its fate. True
there are hundreds of unidentified derelicts
floating about the seas. and some of them
may be the vessels which have so mystic
riously vanished.
1t is appalling to think of such mystic
ries as the fates of these vessels. which,
setting sail with hundreds of passengers
to whom the voyage perhaps promises hap
piness, wealth, and all the joys of life,
never reach their destination, and are
never again heard of.
Take the case of the Burvie Castle as
striking example. She vanished, not in
mid-ocean, but between the ports of Lon
don and Plymouth. Into the latter port
she should have put on her way TO Aus
tralta. But she never reached Plymouth,
and not living soul knows how or where
she should have been lost so near to land
without so much as a spar being washed
ashore to tell of her fearful fate.
Equally mysterious is the case of the At
Atlanta. This famous training vessel was
stationed off Bermuda with more than $50
souls aboard. Early in 1880 she set sail for
she has never been heard of.
A very considerable percentage of the
vessels which disappeared for ever in this
mysterious manner were running between
England and America at the time. 1t
might be thought that the terrific seas of
the vast Atlantic Were responsible but 1t
has been proved that many vessels were
lost when the ocean was almost a dead
calm
A large sailing ship left New Orleans
some years ago for London. Thrice she
was spoken and reported all well, and she
was facing exquisite weather and a smooth
sea at the third time. Yet, it is known she
was lost with all hands within twenty-four
hours, and to this day no trace of her has
been discovered.
In the early part Of 1892 a fve-mast
barque, the Maria. newly-cOnstructed
vessel. and al that time the third largest
in the mercantile marine, set sail In beau
tiful weather from one of the biggest ports
in Cochiu-China for Hamburg, with every
reached Germany. She vanished shortly
after being spoken off the west coast of
Africa. and nothing has been found since
to indicate the fate that befell her.
Another vessel running between England
and America which met an end Of kind
none but those who shared it ever knew,
was the frst-ciass steamship President.
She sailed from New York for a journey
to Liverpool in the spring of 1871, having
on board a full crew OF experienced hands
and officers and a distinguished company
Of passengers.
She left New York in fine weather, in
splendid condition, and with no reason for
fearing anything she was likely to meet.
But she was never spoken and never heard
of again; and, although fifty-seven years
have passed, no one yet knows to what
dire calamity her end was due.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
When We Grow Old.
Il the Pail Mall Magazine.

From The Pail Nall Magazine.
When We grow Cd dear love, and from my eyes
The light and briIiance of my hot youth dies
And all the fairness you praising
Casts but its wrath Ger lip and cheek and brow
While one by golden visions flee
L ask rou-wll you love me faithfully
When grow oldI
When tina shall turn these sunny locks to gray,
From my trim form all beauty take away
When grace AMI ease and elegance gone
And naught is left Loves fires to feed upon
You. whom | chose my king among all men,
Still your hearts queen shall | he reigning then
When We grow old?
God keep you ever happy 10y my side.
Though age may stem this fevered passion tide
When worn and weary down Lies vale stray,
Be my hearts anchor = you are today:
Be my true love that shall the CLOSER cling
Through all the changes coming years may bring;
our faith upheld this lasting gain
That we so live that Love undinlmed remain
When grow Old.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
WHY Ap&x LIKES Us.
Natives of That Country Turn In
stincfiveIy to American

From the Atlantic, +,
1t was not that America first discovered
and opened japan to the world 1t was not
that alone of the western powers she re-
funded her share Of THE ill-gotten shimono-
sikh spoils; it was not even that, from the
first, the western REPUBLIC was seen to have
no lax to GRIND lin its professions of
friendship for the rejuvenated empire. 1t
was for none Of these things that Japan
has so steadily cleaved to her first love.
These were mere Incidents in the course of
that love, which has been all the time a
deep undercurrent of real sentiment, based
upon an instructive recognition Of American
magnanimity. Russia, from the beginning.
has been the object of an equally strong
instructive dread, which it is now and al
ways will be impossible to overcome. Eng
land admired and respected as the master
full nation of the world, has never won the
Japanese heart. Quick to recognize the I'M
conquerable British prejudice against all
ASiatics, no such thing as genuine affection
has ever existed between the island en-
pires of the east and of the west
France in turn mas appealed to the es-
thetic sensibiHties Of the japanese, but
there the friendship ends, for 1t rests on
nothing solid enduring. Germany, with
its impressive imperialism and it's spirit of
intense loyalty to the fatherland, has struck
a responsive chord in the japanese breast,
which always thrills at the watchWords of
empire and loyalty. But apart from this
sentiment there is nothing in common be-
tween the German and the Japanese ma
lures Had there ever been, Germany, to-
gether with France has forfeited all posi-
bic claims to the nations regard by Joining
hands with Russia to inflict upon japan its
bitter humiliation.
England and America alone, among all
the powers of the west, can now count the
rising empire of the east as a friend: and
as between the two there is no shadow of
doubt where the preference lies. Japan, for
many reasons would hesitate long before
forming an alliance with England alone, but
should the latter join hands with America
instinct as well as policy would draw this
nation with Irresistible force into the triple
compact which, we all now trust, is to dom
mate the peace Of the world.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
The Songs OF white Wistaria.

Ethel Morse in Lesltes Nbnthly.
The decks Of the red Thrown junk were wet by the
whipping spray,
breaking day.
Far up In the bows of the boat O-Shro Full San,
MY White Wistaria blossom. futtered her pretty
fan,
And lifting her voice in hymn to the excellent
God of Waves
Sent ringing over the water its ancient and holy
In the wake of our Junk there followed beautiful
Which rose when the hymn was finished and caught
up the final word
Caught up the last faint note the geishas lutte set
free,
And bore them echoing from him over the Inland
Sea.
Then after the winged robber the angry breezes
sped,
As over the chasing wave-crests skimming the foam
he fed.
Onward We slowly swept to the dip and throb of
the oar,
Nearer and nearer stun to the tea-house on the
Shore
While tender White wistaria crooned in my
charmed ear
Quaint little minor tunes with meanings sad and
dear.
Forget not. Foreign Love, the aeeting love of an
hour:
of fowerr
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
The Deserted House,

F. B. Devotion In The Speaker.
Lo the spirit has fed. and only the casket is left
In Its emptiness here,
OF voices and feet. OF laughter and sorrow bereft
There remains to us-feari
In the glory of noon, II open the shutters you
throw,
Flooding chambers TO gold.
The silence will breathe of a past that We may
know:
TITS tale that 10 told.
Much more when the moon is hallosyins woodland
and hill
Shall we start at each sound
At the whirr OF a moth, at mouse our heart will
stand still
In the silence profound
In a mirrors pale CLEAN shrink from an awe
stricken face,
And We strain sharpened ears:
But it's haunted alone by the ghosts OF DAYS dead
Is this place.
With their laughter and tears.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
Before and After.
Frome the Chicago News.

Frome the Chicago News.
She kissed q rOse-a sweet red rose
And dropped it TO the floor;
Jic picked it up and pressed his lips
Where hers had been before.
And may l keep It, he implored,
To treasure all through Hfe?'
She said he might, and later on
He Won her for his wife.
She weers today who kissed the rose
Twas seven years ago
Last night she asked him where 1t was;
He said he didn't know.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
The Glacier Streams of Iceland.

From the Geographical Journal.
All the glacier streams of Iceland possess
the common characteristics Of carrying
down largo quantities of pebbles and clay
and of spreading out over the lowlands In
network Of anastomising channels. Gener-
ally they emerge from their parent glaciers
with pretty steep fall and gather heavy
burdens of pebbles and debris from the mo-
raines-so heavy indeed, that when the
strength of the current diminishes the
stream cannot carry its load. but drops it,
The river bed thus gets choked up, the cur
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10
Had Any Number of Reasons.

From Pearsou's Weekly.
Anxious Mother-"Why don't you drive
that bad boy away from your playground"
Good Little Boy-"It wouldn't be right"
wouldn't it7''
mo. ma. You see. that playground is
public property
"Oh, SO 1t is"
Yes. ma: and 1t would be selfish an dis
honest to deprive any other boy of the right
to go there"
80 1t would, my angel. didn't think
Of that"
Eyes, ma; and, besides, he can lick me-"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-10

NJ. Seymour in the Criterion.
Ny kingdom Is my sweetheart's face
And these the boundaries / trace:
NorthwaId-a forehead fair:
Beyond-a wilderness OF golden hair;
A pretty cheek TO east and west
her little mouth the sunny south
II is the south that love best
Her eyes two sparkling lakes,
Held by the stars at night-the sun by day,
The dimples in her cheek and chin
Are snares which Love has set,
And have fallen In.