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IVES, the thing had been stewing for months in
Palermo like kettle of pickup soup-this
adding a word, that a suppostion,
these handful of suspicious, those splicing it all
with lively imaginings. At last, on that evening
when the little pastor of the West Palermo Union
Church bobbed up straight in his chair and goggled
at the row of parishioners' faces that dadoed the
walls of his parlor, the kettleful well cooked
1t always starts trouble for person to settle in
Palermo little neighborhood without first supply
ing genealogical biographical and financial Stats
tics in full to all inquirers When a with a
sea-roll to his gait buys farm stocks it with all
kinds of odd creatures, keeps bachelors hall,
fuses to admit callers, goes into the woods queer
times in the night, swears temPestuously at neigh
bors who ask him questions and is followed in ali his
walks by cross old gander, the community takes
up the case-or rather it did III this instance
Pound party" the little minister merrilv had
presumed when he found them ranged along his
front walk-a dozen of his elderly parishioners As
pound party isn't to be sneezed at on a cash salary
of four hundred dollars year. the little parson had
gleefully ushered them into the parlor, cordially
shaking each hand, hard iron, as they passed in
and sat down with an expectant air. He vaguely
began to wonder then if 1t joke, this gloom of
visages, this signing, this glOwering. He had dis
covered long ago, however that his elderly parish
toner's never joked to any great extent He sighed
he remembered that and mentally ran over his
goings and comngs omissions and commits
sons for the past week. But no. he couldn't find
Joint in the arrnOr.
So he had peaked his hands, fnger-tip to finger
tip, and listened attentively to Deacon Benezet
Hobbey, and after Deacon Benezet Hobbey had
unfolded his Grand that was when-eyes bulged
out, cheek whisker-tufts fuffing aarmedly and
mouth convex-the little minister had bodied up
straight a cob.
My sakes-why, no, mol Tut-tut-tutl You
don't mean it. In these days, why, they don't
| couldn't do a thing like that. Now, really you
must be" The little minister didn't dare to say
in fun, but he blinked at the door as though yet
he had not given up entirely the pound party and
the joke.
You don't think these brethren an sisters
have come out this evening just it's a starry
night for a rambe, do your" demanded Deacon
Hobbey with ascerbity. He the heaviest con-
tributor to the church and always looked on his
pastor as merely higher grade of hired man-and
he was used to domineering hired men.
The minister wted down into his chair cluckng
butts" and "tuts ;" under his breath
Amt you the shepherd of this flock?" inquired
the deacon, waving stub-fngered gesture around
the circle OF gloomy faces that bent forward to glare
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HAM RLrotIIa1

II with him-or leastways the
little devil inside the witch
is, and the way to do is to
drive out that devil
What way is he different from one of the
sorcrer critters?' asked woman, her voice
trembling with awe
This isn't time to be answering lot of tom
rated fool questions!" snapped the deacon 1T
is all down in the Bible 1t is all writ out full
and complete in histry about em too, and the
laws ag'in em; and Our pastor bein a readin'
prob'ly knows EN- all bettern | do l only
took 1t myself, elder, to lead the brethren
and sisters to your house resign it all into your
hands now.
The parson put up his expostuatng palms in
way to show plainly that he didn't want it resigned
into his hands. Il don't understand it at all
deacon-I can't understand it. l have seen moth
ing to indicate that Brother Lovekn is entertain
ing anything his premises except his stock and
his poultry. This charge that you bring against
him simply astounds me-"
Deacon Hobbey rose, assumed his wn-meeting
irnpressiveness of demeanor and proceeded
Il am well aware, Elder futile and brethren and
sisters, that this is common occasion that has
assembled us together this evening. We have let
the years slip by in soth and su-pineness forgettn
the precepts of the fathers about ceann the abomi-
nations from our midst. Our forefathers would
have been able to cope better with this power of
darkness than we, who amt had the practice in
dealin' with evil spirits that they had. We must
all own up that witches am t attended to IN these
later days they ought to be. They go to and
fro in our midst, movin' under cover of the night
and-well, blorh-hum-m-m! amt entered upon
this thing, elder, without forehought and careful
secret investigation. So l call Brother
Thomas Buker to offer his testimony"
Buker wizened little known 'Soft-foot
Tom, on account of his habits of nocturnal proving
for of his own advanced his ferret face into
the circle of lampght.
Them says there amt such things
witches, he began with tone of combativeness,
though the pastors skepticsm reflection
his veracity, "show that they amt read much
don't believe Bible, or else amt been around
much.
Now, there old Nate Jordan who lived
down the No-name Pond road. He heard
caterwaulin' in his shop chamber night,
and he went out and there witch-cat
there that jumped at him with jeeroosly old
hoer, and the only weapon that to hand
iron kittle, and he throwed that kittle,
the open end fust, at that witch-cat,
- and her head Dustin right
through the bottom like that solid iron
Ds pasteboard and if he hadn't found
a sumach-wood Spite in his vest pocket
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the open end st, at that Wltch-cat,
and her head come Dustin right
through the bottom like that solid iron
was pasteboard, and if he hadn't found
a sumach-wood spite in his vest pocket
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
ONE OF THE IMMORTALS.

When man has proved his birthrght as the
heir of genius, he has passport to the heart of
humanity; the world and all future ages claim him,
for he is immortal Such is Alfred Tennyson,
who, though he has Crossed the bar still lives,
and shall live, as long the English language has
a reader By the magic power of his lines, by the
beauty of his songs by the nobility of his thoughts
he lives; for such things cannot die
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
THE INTERmoUNTAN AND COLORADO CATHOLIC 90 1905

cause one of his feet was gone. The baby, had
pulled it off for the kitten to play with.
Can have some too, Aunt Patience" asked
Sir Lancelot A burst of laughter came from
another corner 1t was funny little laughter that
sounded like the tinkling of tiny silver bells.
"Wel. really" said voice, such fine
gentleman to be begging for chocolate drops I!
Don't give him any, Aunt Patience. He'll get
them all over his fine velvet clothes"
aYou needn't laugh, Lady Geraldine" replied
Sir Lancelot in very cold voice; you would like
them too, if you we're not so afraid of your dig
nifty"
placidly don't quarrel it isn't nice. Come here
Lanceot; there are plenty for you and Geraldine
too, if she wants them
Sir Lancelot got down rather stifly and
walked across the floor to Aunt Patiences chair.
He wore very beautiful clothes of crimson velvet,
with lace rufles and a velvet hat with a white
plume and flashing sword at his side. Most of
the dolls did not like him very well, because he was
so stiff, and wore such elegant clothes.
Ought to go back to England, where he
came from" muttered Jacky I'VE don't want no
such thing as that in America Jacky was a
rather vulgar boy. His carly education has been
neglected.
ooh. oh; me. too" called a smothered voice
from the other end of the room. "Come and pull
me out, some of you. | want some chocolate drops,
too, and they have done gone and left the express
wagon right on top of me. Is mos dead
Sir Iancelot turned toward the sound, but hc
moved in such slow, stately way that Jacky was
ahead of him in spite of his lame foot He
stumped across the room very fast, and found
Chloe lying fiat OH her face, with the express
wagon, bottom side up. on her back. Jacky could
not lift it until he had stumped over to the tool
box and got out long iron spakc This be put
under the edge of the express wagon, and lifted
it off. Then he helped Chloe up.
Chloe was little negro doll. but she was very
jolly and funny and all the dolls were very fond
of her They began to talk about her accident all
at Even Aunt Patience was displeased
Il declare, it's shame" said she. "Somebodv
should speak to those children. They should be
taught better. The idea of going off to bed and
leaving one of Us on the floor, with wagon on top
of her, to suffer all night. It's wonder poor
Chloe isn't dead Are you hurt much, honey?'
Use got a misery in my back" replied ChIoe
but she such cheerful little girl that as soon
as she got a chocolate cream she forgot all about
her trouble and was quite happy agan.-Catholie
Citizen.
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poems later. none equaed the Idylls either in popu
larity or intrinsic merit.
As to the personality OF Tennyson, we gather
our appreciation of him, not so much from the
record of his years as from the pages into which
he put his life work and its message His lofty
ideal of the profession to which he aspired from
his very childhood is set forth III one Of the poems
of his first publication; and i'll the light of his
after achievements we see how happily he realized
his poetic ideal
In Tennysons view, the poet is no ordinary NOR
tai; Sin golden cline he born, with golden
stars above" His heritage is not such as the sor-
did prize for it has not material value, being the
hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love.
Gifted with special sight, the human heart is to
him an open book The multiplication of truth
upon earth is the sacred office of the poet, and he
has ever been the precursor of freedom
j., In poem written much later when Fame was
beginning to smile upon him, Tennyson shows his
superiority to the petty ieaouses that may infect
even the devotees of the Muse. To someone eyinc-
ing such a disposition he replied:
"Oh little bard is your lot hard,
If men neglect your pages!
] think not much of yours or of mine;
l hear the roll of ages.
brief brief is the summer leaf,
But this is the time of hollies;
Oh, hoes and ivies and evergreens,
How hate the spites and follies"
With Tennyson's portrait all familiar;
but it is far too staid and severe to suit many of
those delightful moods and sentiments that are so
familiar to us through his tender lyrics.
Having been raised to the peerage some years
before his death, which occurred Oct. l. 1892, he
was entitled to place of rest among the sages,
poets, kings and princes in Westminster Abbey yet
"The man remains, and whatsoever
He wrought of good or brave.
VIII mould him through the cycle-year
That dawns beyond the grave"
FLORENCE O'NEILL, '06.
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
The DISCONTINUED DOLLS.

The house was all still Everybody had gone
to bed, for it after y o'clock. The nursery
was quite dark, and quiet for long time But
after while queer little voice spoke up and
said: rs anybody awake"
'Your voice sounds very squeaky tonight.
Jacky," said somebody.
'"Squeaby! Why wouldn't it y asked Jacky in
an injured tone, when that baby drags me all day
by string tied tight around my throat. It has
worn through my skin now, that | have sore
throat Some day, | suppose, he'll hitch the string
over the back of a chair and leave me there and
| shall die"
Oh. no, Jacky, not so bad as that" said the
voice
ssWhy shouldn't it!' said Jacky again. Don't
people die when they are hanged"
"Cheer up, cheer up, old boy" said the voice
again.
"Its all very we'll for you to be cheerful" re-
piled Jacky morosey. 1T amt your throat that
has string tied to it. You're Sir Launcelot, and
they think so much of you they would never allow
Won to be treated like that If you were a poor
sailor boy, without friends good clothes, you'd
see what it was to be turned over to the baby to
maui" N
..But it's because you're sailor boy that the
babv loves YOU So" said Sir Launcelot.
He loves to suck the paint off my face
know that" replied Jacky. 'One eye is gone al
ready. and they won't even get me an artificial
one ] hope he swallowed il" finished Jacky, vim
dictivey. There was a general murmur OF horror
at this.
lie voice. @Iho baby might have appendicitis if he
swallowed your eye, and then we would all feel
very sorry"
That's right" said Jacl5y, in an injured tone;
e. If Won lump on me, and stick up for the baby.
You amt the babys dolls. They won't give you
70 him. If they would, you might talk out Of the
other side of your mouths Besides said JacEy,
sitting i up and throwing his legs over the side Of
his cradles; 'besdes, Aunt Patience no one would
mani Won. You're Quaker doll. and an old lady.
TberJ have TOO much respect for you You amt
lust boy" finished Jacby, bitterly.
@There there, never mind, Jaeky' said Aunt INT
Patience. soothingly Come over here, and I'll
give you some chocolate drops saved them Tor
aThat's real good of you, Aunt Patience" said
Jackv. gracefully, as he hoped down from his
cradle and went over to Aunt Patiencc's big arm
chair He walked with queer little stump, be-
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20

Aunt Sally was in brown study. Little Ben,
with a scared look his sad little face, watched
her from his corner. When Aunt Sally was very
silent and her knitting needles few with uncom-
mon speed, there was usually trouble ahead.
Ben" the old lady called out suddenly.
Ben started measily
"N-esm"
Ben. have just been studying"
"Yesm."
You are getting to be great boy"-Surveying
him critically-"eleven years old"
"Yesm,@ put in Ben, going to be eleven next
Fourth Of July
II, them your manners. interrupting your ell
der-. ch Z. When ] say you're eleven, then you're
eleven.
~Yesm." admitted Ben
And l have been a-toiling and Shaving for you
"- these years. haven't L"
lcsm, answered Ben ruefully.
And Iin a-thinkn' it's time you did somethin
1or yourself"
could run errands." said Ben
Efrand~ indeed. The laziness is in him;
..II2 naturally by it. Running errands. It's time
.ou learned 70 earn your bread by the sweat of
@olG brow like decent Christian
= m, replied Ben, downcast.
->o"' re Just been a-calculatin' that if you'd
~ ~ <"NE lhcle Jakc-he's got as much and more
right e DO for you than me. poor. lone widow
woman" nv P0oi' -'i0
Ben was at loss for an answer this time
:" We concluded you'd better pack your be-
slHe9' ana lake good care Of EN- mind you, and
s'a[ r Tor your ncle Jakc's tomorrow morning"
Ben was again al loss for an answer He had
never seen tnce Jake; but Aunt Sally gave him
minute directions how to find his way and at
cary hour sent him to his poor little bed in the
atle and cautioned him to be up at break of day.
ben had led very ioyless life at Widow Grey's
cottage stlll ne shrank from facing the unknown.
QUIZ find your bundle and bit of lunch
ready Tor you, Benjamin and start right off early
IN the morning. You can't expect me, at my time
after him.
right" :
Don't need, indeed. Well, that's gratitude for
YOU After all I've done, so impudent; don't need
But. Aunt Sally, l."
Don't interrupt me, young man. | was jest
gom to tell you TO be honest and not disgrace the
4 will, sure, Aunt Sally"
Wen. get to bed and / do hope you will learn
70 take care Of yourself and stop being burden
to other people"
4 won't be burden TO anybody as soon as |
get to work" :.
Well the independence of him. That's the
thanks for raising other peoples children"
Poor little Bcn's sleep was troubled. He was
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20

ST. MARY'S ACADEMY.
AEFW
Az&NA@

TO A YOUNG STUDENT ON PURCHASING
A VOLUME OF TENNYSON.
Do you know what you have i'll that poets book!
Do you call it all yours because you have paid
The paltry price which the seller took
As its worth in the scale of the bookman's trade
Do you know what a casket Of priceless gems
From the mines of thought you are holding there
Not all the worlds richest diadems
With their luster and beauty can ever compare ,
You've legacy, grand, vast estate,
kingdom through which you may at will;
It's glorious companions do but wait
Your pleasure each hour with riches to fill.
Oh, pity it were should you miss the rare prize,
This best of poets life, mind, heart.
But you must have poets soul ears and eyes,
Of this heritage fair to enjoy any part.
From "Yota Mariae"
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20

Noble! he sang and the sweet sound ran
Through palace and cottage door;
For he touched on the whole sad planet of man,
The kings and the rich and the poor"
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NELLIE CAMPBELL
A CHlLD's MAY HYMN.

Ave, Blessed Mother!
Keep us through the night;
In thine arms enfold US,
Till the morning light.
Ave, Virgin Mother.
Ave, Lady sweet!
kneeling at thy feet.
Pray for US, dear mother,
To the Father pray;
Jesus, dear Saviour,
VIII not say thee nay.
Ask, o holy Virgin
Ask that we may be
Little children always
Listening unto thee.
Patient, kind and gentle,
Hearts as pure and white
As the snow in winter,
As the morning light.
Pure as thine, dear Mother,
Who still lov'st so,
Ever keeping near US,
Wheresoe'er we go.
So we love thee near US,
Morning, noon and night;
DULY keep US. Mother,
Clearly clad in white,
Til we see thy beauty,
Call thee all our own,
Worship thee and Jesus,
Round thy Fathers throne.
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
THE TALE OF LITTLE BEN.

Aunt Sally was in brown study. Little Ben,
with scared look on his sad little face, watched
her from his corner When Aunt Sally very
silent and her knitting needles few with uncom-
mon speed, there was usually trouble ahead
Ben the old lady called out suddenly.
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
AUNT BUSY Has HEn CO

Dear Nieces and Nephews
reaching her of late - -" letters are
She hopes that she has not made the dear cb;I-
Perhaps the beautiful spring DAYS are divine.
the children spring fever" Dear dear : wing !; :
dreadful disease, really more serious than ~ =
measles or any such troubles, so write soon apd
relieve your worried. old Amt MT B SDSi7 ana
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20
LETTERS AND ANSWERS

Dear Aunt Busy: '1'S o l'Vo.
wal! write to you and tell you we have eighteen
5ttle chickens out. l forgot about you Easter sun.
Good bye. Your loving niece --i''' crosse
ALICE ENNIS.
Aunt Busy is glad you did not FORGET hon -,
tIrely little niece. She is disappointed when vor,
do not write. because she looks on Won as ono Of
her regular little correspondents. Olie u
Aunt busy would like to see the cunning lit
tie chicks What color are the wee things
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-05-20

We read that Somersby, in Lincolnshire, where
he was born in 1909, and where his early child
hood was spent is the center of a locality eXcep-
tionally favored by nature; and the beauty of its
scenes made an indelible impression on the sensi
tive mind of the poetelect. His father clergy
man, charged himself with the instruction of his
boys until they were ready for college; and to his
fostering care and the association of two brothers
of kindred lasts are usually ascribed the first buds
OF promise the poets tree of fame. How we
should like to see that slate which his childish
hand once covered with blank verse IN the subject
Flowers" inspiration which he is said to have
drawn from Thomsons Seasons 1t IN those
early years. too that he wrote an eegy on his grand
mother, receiving therefor remuneration of ten
shillings from his grandfather. who. however,
proved himself false prophet in predicting that
this would be the poets last earning with the pen.
If Thomson was the poet of his boyhood. it is
clear that Byron held sway over his early man
hood; for besides the evidence to this effect found
in the poems he produced at that period, he him
self expressly acknowledged it. When he heard of
hte death Of Byron, he thought the whole world
was at end" and, oppressed with the magnitude
of the loss, he walked out alone and carved Byron
Is dead" III the sandstone.
The first verses he published independently of
his brothers were severely criticised ard here we
meet with one of the finest lessons to be learned
from his life He made no retort to the reviewers,
but profited by their remarks, correcting his work
accordingly; then betaking himself to a studious
retirement of ten silent years he fitted himself to
produce poety of the highest order
An event which stirred the depths of his being
occurred early in this decade-the death of his
boon companion, Arthur Henry Hallam To him
irreparable bereavement, to the world of let
tiers it may be deemed bona ventura" leading
it did to the composition of the grandest of all
elegies, ''In Memoran." This was published in
1850, three years after "The Princess and the
same year was memorable as the date of his mar
riage and his succession to Wordsworth in the
laWeateship.
Nine years later he gave to the world his "Idys
of the King" in which he reached thetacme of
his art; for. although he produced great many
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Salt Lake City, May 16.
Dear Aunt Busy

My brother will not write 10 Won booo,,.o
says you do not like boys Is this true Amt
Busy! l am very sorry if So because have five
brothers. Your fond niece.
NELLIE CAMPBELL.
No. dear; this is not true. Aunt Busy has
some OF the finest nephews. who write to her fire.
quentiy. She can prove that the boys are her best
friends u, by referring you to her Ogden boys alone
She knows that they think her a fine old lad
There are many more nephews who think tb59
same, but Aunt Busy has not the time or space to
mentlon all Tel brother to write to Aunt Busy.
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such happiness that the tears burst forth afresh.
"Oh, Mr. Angler" she murmured, Il
happy!"
Il must say you have remarkable way of
showing it. However, you certainly look more
like an heiress than you did five minutes ago. So
everything is all rght?"
Look"
She handed him the letter and he, adjusting his
glasses, read it aloud, people do whose eyes
not so young as they used to be:
My DEAR CHILD Forgive old man for the prank he
has played upon you stupid enough to wish to test
you, though | might have known that you would follow
nobler course the yourself You will
know you read this that have made you my heress.
need not tell you the wealth ntrusted to you
wisely and generously; and if unsefshnes and purity of
heart have their reward earth need not wish you
happiness. Think kindly sometimes of your old friend,
ARNCLIFFE.
"a very sensible letter. commented the lawyer,
though l don't know what it all means. Still,
that doesn't matter. Now, think for the time be-
ing we had better forget you important
parsonage as Miss Holt of Arnclffe Hall, and then
l give you orders which l shall expect to be
obeyed. My commands that you go and battle
those eyes, which not bright as | like to
them, and then take in the park and see if the
wind cannot blow roses into those pale cheeks