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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-06-05

Where's the music?" asked Miss Raw We're
mond anMously. On the floor below the
same question was being asked by Miss
Hedges. The lines were moving now: but
the children needed a steadying influence
The first of them had Principal Black
run, and they frightened that it
required the utmost efforts of the coolest
of the teachers to prevent a wild rush One foolish
one deathy pale and trembling, was advising her
charges to hurry
The musicl The music" cried Miss Hedges
1t was Nellie Booths turn to play; but she was
unexpectedly absent that day and in the excitement
no one seemed to remember it. Few indeed
knew it,
Tommy Clossl Where is Tommy Closs?" called
Miss Hedges.
Tommy was hurrying down from the floor above.
Quick The piano." urged Miss Hedges. as
Tommy came down the stairs
Tommy swerVed toward it; but at that moment
a Puff of smoke came up the stairway, accompanied
by frightened cries from the first floor and Tommy
continued his flight Miss Kelly seeing the smoke
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-06-05

away, and the mar
heard again.
Thus they emerged,
two out of the building
the hremen were &C
There was something RI
about it-theSe two
keeping time TO the
march-if anyone Ia
looking for ridiculous
but no one was.
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
Changed His Mind.
mark.

1t is wise father who knows just which story
to tell in regard to his child. Jackson, like
other men, has horror of infant prodigies as
plotted by their proud papas. The New York
Times tells of his meeting his friend Wilkins, who
greeted him with: -......- ...---.
"Hello Jackson. What do you think my little
girl said this morning? She's the brightest four
year-old in town. She said"
Excuse me- old man p exclaimed Jackson. "Pm
on my way to keep an engagement. Some other
time" ---
<She said, Papa, that Mr.. Jackson is the hand
soonest man I knowp Haw! haw! How's that
for precocity eh 2"
And Jackson replied. "Wilkins, Pm little early
for my engagement. That youngster certainly is
a bright Come into this toy store and help
me select a few things that will please girl of
her taste, and I'll send them to her, if you don't
mind"
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29

cidedly sheepish; but somehow he only made mat
ters worse, and left feeling meaner than ever.
He tried it once more; but her happiness kept
him silent. He had a kind heart, and could not
bear to make her suffer; SO the words he went to
say we're left unsaid The feeling that it might
be the best thing after all also grew upon him;
and after this visit he gave up all thought of
breaking the engagement and surrendered himself
to his fate He would have liked to believe him
self a hero and a martyr; but he knew he was
only a fool and a coward. Besides he was not
particularly unhappy.
Three years later they were visiting the old
homes. They were again returning from the old
church along the old, familiar way Over all
there was again the soft, radiant moonlight and
the faint perfume of the young summer.
She pressed closer to his side and murmured:
"Do you not remember, dear, it was just such
night as this you asked me to be your wife? |
can never forget how happy I that night,
and how sweet the whole world seemed. felt
if loved everyone and as if everyone per-
fectly happy. .......-.'
''How did you feel, dear!" she concluded with
trembling voice. .... ...-....
As he remembered how he had felt little
to his lips. "I felt very we'll" he said lightly;
but as he raised her hand to his lips she was sur
prised to feel a tear fall upon it.
E. E. MILLER
Morristown, Tenn
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
THE HOME CIRCLE
A.Sea Lyric

There is no music that man has heard.
Like the voice of the minstrel sea,
Whose major and minor chords are fraught
With infinite mystery
For the sea is harp, and the winds of God
Play over his rhythmic breast,
And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings
The song of vast unrest.
There is no passion that man has sung,
Like the love of the deep-souled sea,
Whose tide responds to the moons soft light
With marvellous melody
For the sea is a harp, and the winds of God
Play over his rhythmic breast,
And bear the sweep of their mighty wings
The song of A vast unrest.
There is no sorrow that man has known,
Like the grief of the wordless main,
Whose Titan bosom forever throbs
With an untranslated pain
For the sea is harp, and the winds of God
Play over his rhythmic breast,
And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings
The song of vast unrest
William Hamilton Hayne (Atlantic Monthly
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
Anecdotes of Roosevelt.
Morristown, Tenn.

The President takes more physical exercise than
any other man in Washington.
His favorite enjoyment is to go horseback-rid-
ing and to get somebody to go with him.
If the friend can't ride very well, the President
is fond of dropping back bit, and then riding
up at a hard gallop and shouting a cowboy
"Whoopee" at the top of his voice.
He does this to Senator Lodge very often and
Lodge hangs grimly to the pommel of the saddle
while the President laughs
He is fond of literary people. He is great
reader, and has a retensive memory. Usually
when writer he knows slightly is coming
to the White House, he posts himself on that
writer's books, and then delights and paralyzes the
author by his familiarity with characters and
plots.
The President is very sensitive to newspaper
criticism. He lectures reporters severely when
they print anything he does not like. He thinks
nothing should be printed in administration pa
pers that is in any way incompatible with his dig
nifty, whether the story is true or not.
He has had two reporters removed from their
assignments within the last two years for print
ing things he did not like He wrote personal
letters to the editors about these reporters, too
and both of them had printed true stories SINH
larly, the President is fond of praise He likes
to read nice sentiments about himself in the news
papers. He is not great a newspaper-reader
! as President Mckinley was, but he patronizes the
press clipping bureaus and pores over the clip
pings every day.
President Roosevelt is generous with his con-
tidences He will tell his friends anything and
then bind them not to reveal what he has said.
1hls makes 1T lnconvenient sometimes for news
paper.men who go to see him, for the President
tells the same thing to everybody, and often the
story gets out when the man to whom is was told
originally must hold it in confidence or break his
word. ~
The President gets angry easily. He saws harsh
things to those who run afoul OF him. When he
gets excited he can triangular words with anv-
body. When ne isn't excited his favorite words
Of emphasis are "By Godfrey" and "By Jove!0-
Wonans Home Companion
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
What the Boys Fought About.

The Raleigh Post says the little son OF Mr. w.
M. Russ Clerk of Wake Superior Court, and
small son of Mr.. A. @. Hinton, Raleigh mer-
chant, fought the other day, and the story as to
the origin of the encounter runneth thus: Mr.
Russ is heavyweight with a good-sized bay
window in front of him, and Mr.. Hinton is lean
and lank. Quoth young Hinton to young Russ:
''Your papa looks like big balloon"
II don't care" snapped young Russ. "Your
papa looks like punctured bicycle tire"
And then the fight on.-Statesville Land
mark.
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
Written for The Progressive Farmer.1
Their Romance.

They were walking along the old. winding
country road between pastures and orchards and
fields of wheat and young corn, just they had
done many times before. For they nearly always
came from the Sunday evening prayer-meeting
together They had been playmates and school
mates when children, and friends always; but
they had never been sweethearts.
They happened to be separated little from
the others who going their way, and for
some time both had been silent. He felt her hand
trembling on his arm, and turned and looked into
her face She looked strangely pretty-what girl
does not ?-in the soft, clear moonlight A sud-
den whimsical impulse came into his mind He
smiled at it; but quickly the wayward thought
grew into determination. Hastily turning over
a half-dozen suitable phrases in his mind, he Sc
lected the simplest. He took her hand from his
arm and drew it down into his own She let it
lie there with a shrinking, f-clnging
touch, and looked up at him with quick glance
of surprise.
"Millie" said he, in a low voice. 'I love you.
VIII you be my wife?'
She made no answer, only her fingers lay more
closely and frankly against his But he could
not misunderstood. He was not only gratifed,
but little surprised, for he had really expected
a rejection and also little troubled, for he felt
that he was not doing exactly the manly thing.
But conscience does not often speak very loudly
out in the moonshine on a summer night.
They walked on in silence; but when they
reached her home he drew her to him and kissed
her for the first time since they were children.
She rested her head against him for a moment,
then slipped away and ran into the house.
He went on homeward with a smile on his lips
and with varying feelings in his heart. AS he
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roses a cut with his stick and muttered to him
self, 'I wonder how am to get out of this.
Maybe it would be the best thing I could do after
all. No, must go and straighten it out to-
morrow. Poor little girl" Then he went into
the house, to bed, and to sleep, never dreaming
that she sitting with happy, fearful eyes,
gazing out the pale changing lights and
shadows of the peaceful valley
Next morning he went to her home to
"straighten it out" feeling rather mean and de-
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29
Living and Reading.

There is no one, to my thinking better able to
pull out firm dry land the many souls that
foundering helplessly in quagmires than the
greatest thinker America ever produced, whose
centenary the world of scholarship celebrated last
year. If it is practical to grind lenses so that
dim eyes may holes and Stitches it is practical
to reveal meanings and possibilities in all
life, to show the real and the unreal the perma-
nent and the TRANSIENT IF it is practical to test
milk and meat and to weigh hay upon scales, so
long have souls as we'll as stomach it will
be also practical to test conventionalities and
fallacies and to weigh arguments. If it is pract-
cal for us to understand how to live serenely and
simply and to rid life of confusion and waste. it
is worth while to become acquainted with that
most practical of Americans, Ralph Waldo
Emerson. Whatever specalties may later
elect to take, whatever ones special needs, the
power to select, to discern between what is worth
while from what is worthless, to sift and classify
and organize ones facts is primarily essential
Take for your MOTTO "Non multa sed multum"
not many but much, to put it in Carlyle's
quaint phrase "instead of multiplying your num-
orator, divide your denominator" To really mas
ter Emersons addresses or "The American Schol-
ar" "Man the Reformer" and the Young Amer
lean" that she could restate his phrases in her
own words and make her own illustration would
be worth ten times much most women's
whole years reading. It would be as tonic as a
treatment of beef, wine and iron. To know one
frst-class writer is better than to have bowling
acquaintance with fifty second-rate men. have
omitted all discussion of newspaper reading which
needs chapter by itself, though the general
principles that apply to magazine reading apply
to them; and have said nothing of the "illitera-
ture" with which uncultured homes are flooded
My word is for the average, refined woman who
means we'll but who is weakening her brain power
and her will power by feverish aimless reading
and by lazy, hazy thought-Lucia Ames Mead in
the Pilgrim.
The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1904-11-29

*This is No of of Southern
pecay for The Progressive Farmer and Cotton Plant
the Editor
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30
HE SORTED THEM OUT.
Minister Was Satisfied the Knots
Were Safely Tied.

Minister Was Satisfied the Knots
Were Safely Tied.
A clergyman who has just returned
from a trip to England tells a story he
heard there of the marriages made on
certain feast days, when no fee is
charged and the young couples come
Al great numbers long distance to
take advantage of the custom.
The custom is not general, but local,
being confined to certain rural places
in the vicinity of Manchester and Old
ham. Upon one of those occasions, :"
tells the clergyman, with chuckle, "a
delegation of fifty young people from
Oldham and the surrounding country
journeyed to Manchester making a
picturesque grouping at the Old Eng
lish church of ST. Marks. Each one
OIL the men carried long staff or stick
as the people there call a cane, and
each of the young women brandished
an umbrella, the use of which will be
presently seen.
after the ceremony of marrying
the lot was concluded, and the crowd
was going down the church aisle, one
young woman hurried back and inter-
cepted the rector as he was going to
the vestry.
Ineenk, meenSter, she painted,
that you have morried me to the
wrong felly.'
Don't let that worry you said the
rector, VINO was in hurry, sort your
selves as you go out, you're all mar
ried fast enough" and acting on his
advice, they sorted out the right pairs.
ION their way back to Oldham they
bought the things necessary to light
housekeeping, stringing the lighter
utensils on the sticks and umbrellas,
poised on their shoulders. Chicago
Record Herald
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30
Ode to the Hen.

OF robin and skylark and linnet,
spring poets write page after page:
their praises are sounded each minute
by prophet, soothsayer and sage; but
not since the stars sang together, not
since the creation of men, has anyone
drawn goose feather in praise of the
patient old hen
All honor and praise to the singing
that cheers up the wildwood in spring;
the old recollection soft bringing Joy.
childhood, and that sort of thing; but
dearer to me than the twitter of robin
on martin or wren is the motherly
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30

An interesting question is suggested
by the address of the clergyman who,
the other day, poured the walls of his
wrath upon the immodesty, foolishness
and extravaganza of the fashions of
the period.
In the most degraded days of
France said he, "the gowns of women
were not nearly SO low, SO given to
falling away as is considered good
form in society to-day
Now, if the morals of the French
Revolution are the goal of womankind
at present, it would be a great relief
to know if they are to be pre- or post
revolutionary morals. In fashion, these
two varieties were quite as different
as the clothes with which they were
worn.
The fashions of the first period were
elegant, elaborate and magnificent;
those of the second, of bold and I'M
ashamed simplicity; but it must be
conceded that they were alike in the
particular that they showed bodices of
the lowest cut.
Even in those days, however.
pretty woman occasionally covered her
neck from the public gaze and even
had her portrait painted in a high
bodice. Two examples are given in
one of the pictures. Was this de-
parture from the usual custom prompt
ed by extreme modesty? In the case
of the larger portrait, at least, that Of
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30

like me to go to bed; so good night
Come over in the morning and I'll pull
you a bunch of tulips to take over
home. Well, good night
Good night" / said, and left him
1t was cold, bitter morning in win
ter. l paused at the gate on my way
to the office and looked across the
street at the frost starred windows of
the old mans house and at the smoke
less chimney. He was in the habit of
rising early, and / stepped over to see
if anything was the matter. There
was no response to my rap, so 1 turned
the knob and pushed open the door. A
pervasive feeling of cold was in the
air. A pile of pine shavings lay in
readiness on the hearth.
went over to the bed, standing in
the corner by the stove, and there,
with one big hand thrown out over
the thick, red comforter, and the blue
lips slightly parted, lay the old man.
He had gone to wait for Kitty-to
meet her, perhaps-who knows?
That day l visited the undertaken
and searched the city greenhouses for
his favorite flowers. At last l found
some white ones, and the next after
noon we laid him away to. rest, with
a tulip on his breast.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30

spikes alone, is as delicate as chiffon
and far more durable. They use only
the best leaves and these, tied into
bundles, are placed under heavy
stones in the bed of a running stream.
A1Ler two or three days of this treat
ment they are exposed for time to
the action of sun and air. Each piece
is closely inspected to make sure that
the process of decomposition was
thorough, and if it was not the leaves
are subjected a second time to the
operation. The fibrous threads are at
last wholly separate from the cellu-
lose and Hgnose particles and cleaned
from the sap and gummy substance.
The whole is then beaten with a wood
en- mallet, grooved on the faces like q
fluting machine. The threads are kept
moist while. this beating is in prog
ress and the separate threads are thus
blended into one mass. In color the
fibers vary from cream and light gray
to pure white. After the pineapple
cloth" is finished figures are stamped
on it with blocks and afterward work
ed or embroidered by hand.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30

was meant to amuse; therefore it was
polite that one should be amused
Teacher fools,' he chuckled.
.Larks amt singin' in Skies"
How do you know?" asked Miss
Bailey.
g cause we got a lark by our house.
It's from tin lark NIT a cover
"a tin lark, With a covert" Miss
Bailey exclaimed, Are you sure, dear.
that you know what you are talking
about?"
Teacher, yiss, ma'am, know" Nor
ris began deliberately. MY papa, he
has a lark. It's a from tin lark NIT a
cover. Und it's got a handle, too.
Und my papa he takes it all times on
the store for buy a lark beer
Lager beeri o, shade of Shelley"
groaned Miss Bailey's spirit, but aloud
she only said: No, my dear, I wasn't
reading about lager beer. A lark is a
little bird. "-McClure's.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30
THE TU LIP M A II
hted1 1908 by The Au Coapan
By MINERVA ". LINDEN.

mile. So 1 walked. 1 say walked, but
it was more like a run. l shaded my
eyes at the head of the lane and
looked down, thinking 1 might see her
outside, somewhere-feeding the
chickens, maybe, or sitting on the
stooP. But 1 saw nothing of her.
ITO the left in the barnyard an old
man was milking a little black COW.
passed on up the path to the front
door. 1 knocked: but everything was
quiet. The place where the tulips
grew was a wilderness of weeds.
Kitty! Kitty called; Kitty, my
girl, where are your 1 opened the
door and went in. 1t was only a bare,
smoke scented room, with a table in
the center, covered with dirty dishes
and newspapers.
THE old man came up the path
with a pail of milk in his hand 1t
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30
She Was Grateful.

Mr.. Browns business kept him so
occupied during the daytime that he
had little opportunity to enjoy the So
ciety Of his own children. When some
national holiday gave him a day of
leisure his young son was usually his
chosen companion One day, however,
Mr.. Brown, reproached by the wistful
eyes of his 7-year-old daughter, re-
versed the order of things, and invited
the little girl to go with him for a long
walk.
She was q shy, silent, small person,
and during the two hours stroll not a
single word could Mr.. Brown induce
the little maid to speak, but her shin
ing eyes attested that she appreciated
his efforts to amuse her; indeed, she
fairly glowed with suppressed happi-
ness.
Just before they reached home, how
ever, the child managed, but only
after a tremendous struggle with her
inherent timidity, to find words to ex-
press her gratitude.
Papa, what flower do you like
best?" she asked.
, why, 1 don't know, my dear-sun-
flowers, 1 guess"
Then" cried the little girl, beam
ing with gratitude, that's what I'll
plant on your grave."-Woman's Home
Companion.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30
Like the DoQ's.

Mrs. Frederick B. Schoff, the presi-
dent of the National Congress of
Mothers, dwelt forcibly in a recent
address upon the evil of loquacity.
'LOquacity - talking overmuch,"
she said, that is a fault inherent in
too many mothers, and in too many
fathers, too, if you come to that. ST.
lence is a blessed thing and we should
cultivate it when we have nothing to
say. Silence is always better, to my
mind, than a buzz of empty and
meaningless talk. l used to know an
old lady who talked overmuch. She
was out walking one August after
noon when a man passed her with q
dog. The dogs tongue hung out a
little and the old lady stopped and
said: That dog is not safe. 1t should
not be at large. Its tongue hanging
out of it's mouth is a sure sign of
rabies
The old man, who knew the med
dlesome old lady well, retorted: It's
only sign that the dogs tongue is
too big for it's mouth, the same as
some old folks. Los Angeles
Times.
Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1904-01-30

He was tall, gaunt, white haired
old man of seventy or more. He lived
aIone-just across the street, in an
old fashioned frame building, covered
with vines and creepers. In front was
a little plot "a narrow strip or
ground-where lilies of the valley
grew in summer. Behind was long
garden filed in spring with rows and
rows of blazing tulips.
l saw him first working with a little
hoe among the bulbs with their long,
green leaves. After that l saw him
often l would stop for few moments
on my way home ia the evening and
watch him while he went up and down
the long rows.
He asked me to come in, one even
ing, and look at his tulips. l went; he
showed me the different varieties,
stepping among them with infinite
care. Then we sat down on little
bench outside of the back door, where
hop vines climbed up the side of the
house, and he began the story of his
life. What prompted him to tell it
was my asking if he never tried to
grow any flowers except tulips
Try, my man." he said, absently,
then was silent for a while A far
away look came into the faded eyes.
He took his pipe from his mouth and
knocked the ashes to the ground.
You've never heard then? l thought
everybody knew about my Kitty =
Kitty and her tulips.
1T happened years ago-ah me, so
long ago; but it's as fresh to me as
ever-my Kitty's simple white face
and dark, pansy eyes" His coat
sleeve went across his eyes as if wip-
ing away a tear.
When L think of that morning
when l left her to go away out west, 1
can always see the tulips. too. They
were something like these, only-ah,
such blood-red ones and such white
ones, so pure and delicate Kitty,
with her white apron and white linen
sun-bonnet, always reminded me of
the white ones.
She lived out in the country The
house stood back from the road and
you had to go down a long lane past
the sheep pasture and the apple or
chard to find it. l went to see her
every day. She was all the world to
me. l loved her-loved her with all
my heart, and we were to be married
when / came blackjack from the
west. with my pockets full of money
/ bent down and kissed her and said,
Well, good bye, Kitty-good bye, my
girl. Keep a light heart till l come
back. Good bye
But she pat her head on my Shout
der and cried, oh, don't go, Jim
don't CO. she kept saying over and
over to the last. That was on the
morning before 1 went away, out
among the tulips, all by ourselves.