The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-12-09

when the, box Is openeo. FRsy. FR .Isos Would sssaS sus ia me % lots es things But Teacher takes them all.
 ssssIa. ssgsfE: ss ser 'ss ssGsssx @ss.y store
 Eatipx bread and, honey ! l sister's at the mirror.
 Looking at her clothes.
 And rub bing With the rag to
 Get the powder off her nose.
 So Mommer eats and sister struts While poor old Pepper is content
 If ne c%n only breathe on.
 Peace Without Understanding. The Impractical Person Found The l>Placid Person smiling, very broadly Indeed; as broadly. in fact. as a person Sf ahs sa ssss sa Fsr.cn an aass just before the rain: the Scene. a street. rain falling: puddles forming IT hardly call 1t merriment," said The Placid Person. 'It is merely good humor. I have just seen fst little hf has ws pIacsd sn psrfe aoeord waS @ psscs sss ss"e and r RFiacia aR Persoh M sfh hove sue such a 2, ,,I prs- sminently s,sh hat The
 
 moment If 1t weren't better. perhaps, after all. maybe. just to be simple and happy like The Placid Person Instead ideas. and plans and Inventions stew ing in ones mind. like so many yari- ons garments in the wash-pot of a
 Of course. the world would be q very sleepy place indeed. The Impractical Person argued to himself if all the peopls were mere Placid Persons and VIA xufA Aryr <A the world on In her rotations and revo- lutions. which The Impractical Person has long since reduced to figures, showing speed. first cost cost of 6per- ation. and the percentage of potential power.
 umbrellas as I have" remarked The impractical Person acridly, T presume you would now be prostrated and con
 ss So," ~,sa retorssd assier1Hs Tse Placid Person mot so. at ali. There was was the one one fat little girl with the one enormous umbrella this afternoon. There is She Is always very merry-faced, and sne Is not only fat but bulgy-you know what mean?"
 The Impractical Person. his lips drawn with anger at being kept from the rain-gauge which he had not had an opportunity to test since he made t; 1t insisted ISIS ted that he understood. but not and pursued relentlessly.
 "Bulgy at the shoe-tops. at the ends or her sleeves. and at the top of her not bursting. neither breaking--bust- ing out wherever there was a chance. It was magnificent. The umbrella was. fss.,sa fsttsr and mo more unwieIdly. and I haps you will see her if you wait; I am sure that she will come back this
 T admire you.o said The 1mpracti- cal Person. as he moved away. "You are the craziest thing in the world"
 Fine" replied The Placid Pefson :"
 The Elasticity of Youth.
 It was on summer evening when the moon shDne with soft radiance. A gentle south wind, warm and fragrant from the Mexican Gulf rustled the ,ssaSes isas of the tree in whose shadows tossing 1t playfully about her fair
 They had St there for some time without speaking. She gazed pen ed her face with a holy light, with new beauty that he wondered he had not seen before. For him tiere was no moon; there was only this lovely star. his guiding star.
 As he, feasted his eyes upon this ethereal being so close to, himAs1nd yet so far. far away-he ,fahcied he saw tears glisten in her eyes. like the dew with the first light, when the rosy fingered Aurora tops the eastern hills and smiles upon sleeping valley.
 Ills heart gave great throb and was emboldened by a new courage. She, toe, had been touched by this peaceful loveliness when all was still save loving hearts. when heaven seem. ed so near to earth, when the angels seemed to hover protecungly around them. His hand stole gently to her side and pressed her small. snow white hand which sbe let lie willing prisoner in his. He pressed her hand again and again. and she did not take 1t away. But she seemed unrespon- sive: and finally when he grew more hopeful. more courageous at her pas sivity. he told her so.
 T unresponsive? she asked. Why so James?"
 When I pressed your hand" replied Truthful James. "you wero so-so cold. There was no answering touch; l had preferred you would be angered rather than so indifferent" .., know you had touched my hand. Never | do it againy My hand must have been sleeping too soundly to be awakened: 1 was sitting on it."
 paw and took her hand in his with | what he thought was masterful | touch; he would show this little wo- man the strength of true love. He | drew the hand towards him; It was still passive-she was. then, not an. gry. He drew her hand into the light
 He threw it over into the. street | HER hand was a miserable rubber doll | Her little sister had left it there. He Is now cursing the rubber trust just on account of that little squeeze
 A Reporter's RaIson D'Etre.
 "The reporters real raison detre which is to say. his reason or cause for being his excuse for existence has been found at last" remarked a pfi- | vate person yesterday. Tt is found In the translated phrase from the Frencn' It is to laugh l ful. little old mother as she descrlnep herself to me, sat by her lonely nrc' side during all the rainy. cold atter- | noon, and while listening to the steady l downpour of cold Winter rain almost forgot 1t was Thanksgiving. She missed the children. who were so Wlde- | ly scattered. the house was so stiii. the sky so dull and gray She listlessly picked up The Advertiser. which she l thought she had read through ana | through, and found in The S-Walk col umn something so very. very roollsl | that it might have been written oy a Pwise 'man--and she laughed.
 1 hisAlast assignment the little old moth CT will command Time. who the poet says loves to get sweets into his hst | and who may have put that in to whisper it about that once he made sad heart merry at least for . moment l That may help some. and l dare say nc will need all the help he can get l aNvha