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Presently during the singing of a hymn Mather saw her coming down the aisle toward him, and his heart stood still. She stopped beside him, and her face flushed.

“Were you looking for—for salvation?” she faltered.

"No," said he quietly, I was looking for-you."

She looked a trifle frightened. He saw the color suddenly leave her cheeks.

“Please sit down for a minute,” he begged. She hesitated, then reluctantly complied. The hymn still went on stridently. Mather looked thoughtfully at the unshaded gas jets above the platform for a time.

"I need you more than the Army does,” he said at length. “I want you to leave it."

“Oh!” she gasped, drawing away from him.

"I realize you know nothing about me," he went on hurriedly. “I'm foreman in a machine shop. I make gooil wages. So far I've lived a life I'm not ashamed of. But I want you to satisfy yourself as to the truth of all this, of course.

She looked at him curiously.

“What do you know of me?" she asked.

“That I love you,” said he stoutly.
“Is that enough?”
“Yes, that's enough,” he declared.

She turned away from him for a moment. When he saw her face again her eyes were filled with tears.

“This work is very dear to me," she said.

He was silent.

“But of all men you are the one I should trust.”

"And love?” he asked breathlessly.
There was a long pause.
"And love,” she said very softly.

They were starting the last verse of the hymn, but Mather heard nothing of it. The bare, bleak room had suddenly become a glorious paradise. The yellow gas jets were glittering stars in a blue velvet sky. Sister Ruth's hand was in his.

Come the boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep;
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or horses' feet
Should crowd her down on the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,
" I'll help you across if you wish to go."
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed. And so without hurt or harm
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
“She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;
“ And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
“ If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear son is far away."
And “somebody's mother "bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, "God be kind to that noble boy
Who is somebody's son, and pride, and joy."

--J. E. Brooks, in Oklahoma Workman.

Among the Lilacs.

BY VIRGINIA LEILA WENTZ.

Copyright, 1906, by W. R. Caldwell. It was a warm spring evening, so warm that they had ventured to sit out on the little wooden veranda. There was a sng. gestion of approaching summer in the breeze, and the air was redolent with lilacs. By glancing toward the right it was not difficult to see where the fragrance came from. On the other side of the hedge in the deepening twilight was a purple forest of plumes, and be. yond that, white in the gray light, rose the old Howard house, the oldest in the tiny village as well as the largest. Selden Howard was the only living representative of the family.

Presently the group on Mrs. Jones' veranda began to speak of Selden, lead. ing up to the subject from the fragrance of the bushes.

“Them lilocks is sickishly sweet," observed Mrs. Jones herself.

“Really nauseating, acquiesced the boarder who had been spending the winter here in this little cottage among the Berkshire hills. "By the way, I saw a strange man at the postoffice this morning and I overheard someone say he was Mr. How

Somebody's Mother.

The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of school let out,

ard. Very good looking man he was and ing with too much work and had caught seemed to know a thing or two.

a breath of outside air. But that was so “That's him," confirmed Mrs. Jones. different. From that window she could "But why shouldn't he know a thing or look out only on clotheslines, sheds, the two? He don't do nothin' but travel and back windows of the boarding houses on trapes round the country. Hardly ever the next street, and there whatever resthome and won't have a thing to do with ful thoughts might come to her were made the people in the village.”

havoc of by an accordion, cheap coon The moon was beginning to show red songs or the caterwauling of feline creaand low in the warm dusk, and the lilacs tures on the fences below. made superb black shadow effects on the And now-oh, the feathery, pale florlawn. The little tired out city girl who escence of the lilacs over yonder! Kathesat on the lowest step of the veranda and rine drew her breath in with delight as who had just arrived that day had nothing their dominant scent came up to her. If to say. She was filling her whole soul only her dear mother could be with her to with the beauty of the coming night. enjoy the beauty of it all! But that had

Pretty soon, carrying her lamp, she not been possible. When the physician

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SCENIC STAGE ROAD, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CAL. went upstairs to her bedroom. She looked had shaken his head gravely over his at the high mound of featherbed and at young patient's wornout condition and the small window at the foot into which commanded an immediate change in the was already flooding the spring moonlight. country it had been all that mother and For a moment she stood irresolute; then daughter could do to scrape together the she lowered the shade, slipped on a cheese- meager savings for Katherine's rest of a cloth kimono, drew the pins from her fortnight. And Katherine was not one to hair, letting it fall about her shoulders, mew and whimper over impossibilities. blew out the lamp and followed her whim She was here now, and she would make to lean from the casement.

the best of every moment to grow strong It had been a very long while since and well again that she might go back Katherine Hope had looked from a win. with new life to her office work and the dow over a garden when the moon was companionship of her sacrificing little shining. Trae, from the window of their mother. stodgy city lodgings on Eleventh street, The mild country air and the thousand her mother's and hers, she had leaned out odors of the spring played upon her face at times when her head was hot and ach- and lifted her loosened hair, gilded by

Her

the moonshine into the likeness of an au- When Katherine Hope entered the dinreole. Her white kimono fell softly ing-room Mrs. Jones of course presented around her; from the position in which Mr. Howard. she held her arms her soft elbows were “How do you do, Mr. Howard,” said plainly visible, and her exquisite face, she conventionally, with a smile, a little leaning back a bit against the dark painted tired in spite of the play of childish dimframe of the window, stood out like a ples. But Selden was looking down cameo.

admiringly on the fine, white parting that The girl was little conscious of any. separated the braids of purest fax. thing except the wonder of the night, nor * And how d’ye like them, Mr. Selwas she aware of one who watched her a den?" asked Mrs. Jones a bit later, refermoment from the shadow of the lilacs in ring to the biscuits. the garden beyond the hedge. Selden I love them," answered he, referring Howard was returning from his dog ken- to the girl's dimples. nels, whither he had gone to look after a Of course that was only the beginning. sick collie, when his eye had chanced to After that Selden Howard managed fall upon the figure in the casement, and almost daily to meet Katherine, or at in sheer artistic appreciation had rested least to catch a glimpse of her. there.

lovely, tired eyes and little, quiet ways “She's like some young princess,” he appealed to him in an infinitely more thought to himself, pursuing his way tender and real fashion than had those of toward the big house, or a goddess. Her many a pampered beauty whom he'd met hair's like the silvery floss around corn. in the course of his varied travels. Her name ought to be Perdita, Marpessa One morning Katherine was reading or Ariadne. How ever in the world did “The House of Mirth” out on the veranda. the Jones family stumble across such a At least she was supposed to be reading creature?” The glamor of the girl wove it. In reality she had closed the book, itself into his dreams, and in waking in. keeping the page marked with her slim tervals he pondered on plans for an forefinger. She had only two days more acquaintance. “Ah, ha, I have it!" at here in God's green earth, and the lilacs last laughed he.

seemed to be calling her imperatively. Early the next morning he went a- She had been breathing in lilacs to that fishing. As luck would have it, he se- extent that her thoughts seemed to be cured a well filled creel.

On his way

fairly scented with them. All at once an home, without_ ceremony, he lifted the impulse of yielding came to her. Why in latch of Mrs. Jones' low back gate and the world should she not step over the entered. He walked right up to the low hedge and go into the lilac garden? kitchen window, for there stood Mrs. She did. Bees hung above the purple Jones rolling the dough for breakfast bloom, and a little attenuated fountain biscuits.

tinkled in the distance. Oh, it was alto“ Good morning, Mrs. Jones," said he. gether enchanting. Just then a golden“I've got such a jolly big creel full of eyed sable collie came leisurely down the fish here that I don't know what to do curved walk to meet her. with them. There's no one over there" “You beauty!” cried the girl exultantly, -nodding toward the big white house- stooping to pat the dog's queenly head. “but my housekeeper, and she's sick this The collie, with slowly swishing tail, morning; so I'm wondering if you'll gently kissed her behind the ear. accept these?” With the gallantry of a A commanding whistle from around knight he held out to her his creel.

the turn of the walk, and then: “Oh, Mr. Selden!” exclaimed the good "Mollie, Mollie, old girl, where are woman, a bit flustered, but smiling with you?” Mollie sat with one ear up, the unmistakable appreciation. (Would the other down, as collies will when perheavens fall next? When had Mr. Selden plexed. She loved her master—but also Howard last honored her humble dwell- she loved her new found friend, ing like this? Surely not since his mother “Ah?” cried Selaen, coming upon them died, poor soul!). "Accept them? Well, unexpectedly. “But it is beautiful to I just guess I will! And so Mrs. Patch is find you in my garden?" he said, looking sick! Well, you'll just stay here to gladly upon Katherine. “Do you know, breakfast. It'll be all ready in fifteen last night I dreamed you were here. You minutes.' This was as much as Howard are very, very welcome, little lady." had hoped for.

"You see,

she exclaimed helplessly, “You're awfully kind, Mrs. Jones,” he trying to hide her telltale blushes, "it said, affecting surprise. “And-yes, I be- was the lilacs. They called me. lieve I'll stay. I've a sick collie over in Suddenly he took both her hands in his the kennels. I'll go back and look after and drew her toward the bushes. her; then I'll be back to accept your hospi. “Dear lilacs," he whispered whimsi. tality."

cally, "she is here now-on enchanted

ground-and we must keep her. You belong to my garden,” he added masterfully, turning full

upon Katherine, "and I will not let you go. The house yonder is very lonely and waits for you. You will stay?”

Her answer? Well, she was a girl and very tired, and he was a man and strong -and it was spring - and they were among the lilacs !

Why I Married Young.

BY EDNA JOHNSON WARREN. My father was an old engineer and that probably accounts for it all. I had a brother several years my senior, who had worked his way to the whistle-side of the

fully and went downstairs where my mother, with tears in her eyes, wished me luck, and I sallied forth to the office of the superintendent of motive power. My father, by previous arrangement, met me there and Î, with trembling limbs lest I be refused a job, walked in.

I was so excited at the time that I re: member very little of what took place, but I succeeded in getting a trial, and the following day I entered the engine house with my new dinner pail and a very smiling face. I was kept in the yard for about a week, and one night when I went in to “wash up" before going home, I saw the foreman coming toward me with a paper in his hand. I was much afraid something had happened and my fears were

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SEALS AT SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CALIFORNIA. cab and at last I had arrived at the longed- not groundless. He had a letter which for age of being old enough to “go firing.' said that I was to make my first trip on

When a very small child, I had received the road that night. I had no time to get for a birthday gift a miniature engine any supper, much to my regret, but I from my father. It was made by a skilled started for the engine upon which the mechanic and was an unusually good pro- journey was to be made, as soon as I had duction. A lever would allow it to run sent word to mother that I shouid not be and the small wheels turned much to my home until the next morning. In about delight. From that time I decided to fol- an hour, with Tom Black taking it easy low in my father's footsteps and become on the right hand side of the cab and mya.first-class engineman.

self working harder than ever before in My surprise can perhaps be imagined my life, we left the switch lights behind when, at the age of 16 or 17, I was told us and passed into the darkness with no that plans were in progress for sending sound around us except the exhaust from me away to school at which I was to fit the engine, which seemed to grow weaker myself for a lawyer. I immediately made as we started to climb the heavy grade. my rights known, and after much evident The hand on the gauge began to work disappointment from a few members of backward and just as it reached 100 Tom the family, I was told to choose for myself. Black quietly gave up his seat to the head

The next morning I dressed very care- brakeman, who was an old-time fireman,

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Meeting of the Grand Officers with ten representatives of the General Managers' Association, in Chicago, in January, 1907. when a schedule of wages was agreed upon, covering 42 r. ads west of Chicago. The Graud Officers are the single row at the right; the representatives of the General Managers' Association, the two rows at the left of the table The others are members of the various General Committees of Adjustment.

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