TURN YOUR FACE TO THE LIGHT.

When tha first flush of morn, Nature's slumbers surprising-. Uplifts the dark veil from the brow of the night; When the day star illumines the east at his rising, : The wakening world thrills anew with delight, ■ Ami the Spirit of Birth ; O'er the quickening earth, i From the summit's bright glow To the foothills below, 1 Stirs Nature's great heart with its light. Though it be but a rift in the stormclouda around you, ' The gleam of a star in the darkness of night, Pr the ray from a hope which in passing has found you, : The soft afterglow of the years in their flight; Though it be but a thought : Which a sunbeam has caught Or a smile, undefiled, ; In the eyes of a child, ! Yet turn your face to its light. ►-Beatrice Harlowe in Woman's Home'" Compan ion.

JOE.

His Rags Covered That Which Proved of Value.

Twenty-five years ago I taught school In southern Nebraska, which was only thinly settled in those days. But the few settlers were hardy men and women, living honest lives and go- Ing on slowly but steadily to prosperi ty, and I had a pleasant time among ! them. My schoolhouse was a very primitive affair indeed. It was small, unpalnt ed and unplastered, but had a good floor and fairly comfortable seats, and my pupils, of whom there were 22, were mostly hearty, wholesome boys and girls. One warm day in spring I opened the windows and doors to let in the genial sunshine and was busy with my class es when In walked a strange boy i,Whom I had never seen in the neigh borhood. He was thickly freckled, had' red hair and was poorly dressed, but was very clean. He came directly to my desk. "May I come to school, teacher?" he asked, looking at me earnestly. "Where do you live, my boy?" I Questioned. "Just back here by the edge of the woods," he replied. "What is your name?" I asked. "Joe Morton," said he, adding, "We just moved here." "Well, Joseph," said I, "you may come to school. Come this afternoon and bring all your books." A bright look came into his face as I said this, but he made no reply and went out as unceremoniously as he came. He made a queer picture as he went down the aisle. His clothing was patched, his coat was too big for him, and he carried a large, ragged hat in his hand. But he held up his head in a self respecting way, and I felt sure that Joe Morton was good and manly, and I resolved to help him all I could. I was afraid he might not have a very pleasant time with a certain few of the boys, for, although they really were not bad boys at heart, they were much given to making fun of any newcomer and sometimes made it very unpleasant for a boy who seemed odd or strange to them. The leader of this set was Tom Atherton, a bright boy, but one who had very little kindly feeling for any one in school excepting his little sis ter Pearl. Pearl Atherton was about 7 years old and the most beautiful child I have ever seen. r Tom loved her with a love that was almost worship, but to the rest of the pupils he was something of a tease and a torment, always teasing and making fun of some one and some times in a most thoughtless, unkind way. I had many serious talks with him on the subject, but as soon as he was out. of the schoolroom he seemed to forget and went back to his old ways. As Joe went down the aisle I glanc ed at Tom and saw that his eyes were twinkling mischievously, which I was sure boded no good to Joe, but thought he would be able to defend himself. . In the afternoon Joe came and, aft er I had assigned his lessons, took his seat quietly. At recess I heard Tom's voice sing- Ing out: "I know & hoy whose name is Joe, With boots all out at the toe, toe, toe." I heard no answer from Joe, and soon Tom said mockingly: "What am I offered for the hat? Bid quick! The only one left that came out of the ark! How much am I of fered? Who'll make it $1? Who'll ' make it $1?" And so it went from day to day, Tom 'saying unkind, jeering things as soon as he supposed himself out of sight and Joe taking it quietly. Sometimes a quick flush would pass over his face, and his lips would quiver, but no word escaped Mm. I thought best to appear not to know what was going on between them, thinking it would soon wear itself out and perhaps Joe would feel better to think I did not know, but I kept liirn with me as much as I could and grew to like him very much. He made rapid progress in his stud ies, and his everyday life showed strength of character. I could always depend on him to tell the truth on every occasion, and, look ing into his earnest face, I would for get the ragged hat. Not far from the schoolhouse was a wide, deep stream of water which ran dank and turbid in the spring. It was crossed by a footbridge with a railing ! on both sides. Nearly half the chil dren crossed this bridge to get to school. On pleasant days we often sat on the bank to eat our dinner, which we! bror»;ht with us. One lovely day in early June we wei'e

Beatecl there after eating our dinner. ( I was reading a book, and the children were amusing themselves in various ways. j Pearl Atherton strolled alone arcross j the bridge to look for violets, which sometimes grew on the opposite side. In coming back she stopped on the middle of the bridge, threw some leaves into the water and leaned against the railing, watching the leaves as they floated away. The railing was old and in some man ner had become so loosened that it gave way with her weight, and, with a piercing cry, she went down and out of sight. Tom stood upon the bank white and speechless, with a look of agony I shall never forget. He could not swim and so could not reach her. But at the first cry Joe had stripped off his coat and in a minute plunged in and swam steadily toward the spot where the little goldea head went down. He grasped her as she rose to the surface the second time, raised her head out of the water and slowly swam with her to the bank. - When I took her from his arms and laid her upon the grass, the beautiful face was white and still, but she had been in the water such a short time that m vigorous rubbing soon made her open her eyes and speak to us, and she was soon talking in her usual man ner; We wrapped her up as well as we could and sent her home with a neigh bor who was passing in a wagon. Joe ran home, changed his clothes and came back, none the worse for his wetting. After the bell rang I missed Joe and Tom from their seats. The back door was ajar, and I look ed out. There stood Tom, with tears in his eyes, holding both Joe's hands. "Can you ever forgive me?" he was saying. "I have been too hateful for anything, but I'm awful sorry, Joe. If you'll forgive me, I'll be a better fel low after this. If Pearl had been drowned, I don't know what I would have done, Oh, Joe, I thought I would die when I saw her go under the wa ter. I can't ever thank you enough." "I don't want any thanks," said Joe, putting his hand on Tom's shoulder. "It Is all right. I was glad to do it. Don't say anything more about it, please." They talked a few minutes longer, but I did not hear what they were saying. Then they remembered that the bell had rung, and they came into the schoolhouse. From that day Tom was a different boy. He was quiet and kind with the other pupils, and lie and Joe were fast friends. He grew earnest and manly from seeing Joe's honest, upright life. When the term closed, I came to my eastern home and after a few years entirely lost track of my pupils. I did not know whither they had drifted or what they were doing, though I often wondered. In the fall of 1890 I took a trip along the Pacific coast and one Sunday morn ing, in company with a friend, went to one of the finest churches I had seen in that locality. As the minister began to speak I thought I saw something familiar in his face and manner, but could not place him. He gave one of the most earnest, eloquent sermons to which I ever listened. I sat and wondered where I could have seen that man before. Suddenly it came to me—it was the look and manner of my pupil of years ago, Joe Morton. I waited to speak to him and was invited to call at his home next day. And there I found him the same Joe in heart, nobly, tenderly caring for his feeble, white haired mother and in valid father. He has made for himself a name not soon to be forgotten in the state in which he lives. He is a strength and inspiration to his friends. He has writ ten several books that stand high in the literature of our country, and once he was only a ragged, barefooted boy. —Golden Days.

His Intimate Friends.

Father Darcy, an Irish wit, was once invited by a man who was known as an ignorant braggart to visit a new and beautiful house which the person, who had become wealthy suddenly, had bought. With more than his usual pomposity the host dragged the priest over the place and expatiated on the excellence of everything that he own ed. Finally they reached the immense library, where there were thousands of volumes, all splendid in binding. The host sank into one of the great leather covered chairs with a sigh of content ment and exclaimed: "But, after all, father, what Is all this luxury compared with my favor ites here ? The other rooms maybe give pleasure to my wife and daughters, but this is my place—right here among these books, which are my friends. And these here on the desk" —pointing to a score of fine volumes—"are what I may call my most intimate friends." Father Darcy got up and examined one of them, when a broad grin spread over his good natured face. "Well, it's glad lam see that you never cut your Intimate friends!" he exclaimed.

She Smoked For Profit.

A fascinating woman entered the smoking compartment of a train jour neying from Vienna to Prague and ex cused her presence to the two commer cial travelers she found there by Bay- Ing that she was a devotee of the weed. She offered her fellow travelers ciga rettes, which threw them into a deep sltirnber." When they recovered from the effects of the opium mixed witli the tobacco, they found that their pock stbooks, containing $2,000, were miss- Ing, as well as their watches and other valuables.

JAFFAR.

Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good vizier, The poor man's hope, the Mend without a peat— Jaffar was dead, stain by a doom unjust. And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust Of what the good and c'en the bad might say, ' Ordained that no man living from that day- Should dare to speak Mb name on pain of death. All Araby and Persia held their breath— All but the brave Mondeer. He, proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go And facing death for very scorn and grief (For his great heart wanted a great'relief), Btood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square i tV'here once had stood a happy house, and there Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar On all they owed to the divine Jaffar. "Bring me this man!" the caliph cried. The man Was brought, was gazed upon. The rnutea began To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords!" cried he. "From bonds far worse Jaffar delivered me; Prom wants, from shames, from loveless household fears; i Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears; Restcred me, loved me, put me on a par With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar?"- Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss, Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fats 1 Might smile upon another half as great. He said: "Let worth grow frenzied if It will. The :aliph's judgment shall be master still. (Jo, and, since gifts so move thee, take this gem, j The richest in the Tartar's diadem, And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" "Gifts!" cried the Mend. He took and, hold- Ing it High toward the heavens, as though to meet his star, Excl limed, "Thia, too, I owe to thee, Jaffar I" —Leigh Hunt.

Told Over The Samovar

This is the story as Polly told it to me over the samovar—bad luck to tho new come Russian of bearded smile who gave it to her! But the story loses much in coming from the second hand, for the grace of Polly's tales lies in the telling—in the light of eye, the twitch of mouth, the smile and the shrug of shoulder, and these, by favor of heav en, cannot be put to paper, else all would have my Polly. She—Polly, of course—was asked by Miss Stanton to spend the night with her. Miss Stanton had moved into a new place during the day and wanted Poly to help her fix up—Polly knows by instinct just where this and that ought to be placed for the best effect. When they got to the house just at dusk, not a soul was at home, and the immovable door recalled to Miss Stan ton that she had not yet asked for a latchkey. For an instant there were consternation and blank faces. Then the front windows were tried. One of them was not locked. Their faces re sumed expression. "It's unlocked all right," said Miss Stanton in a voice made hopeless by new troubles, "but how are we going to get in? Can you climb?" Miss Stanton couldn't; that was plain. Miss Stanton is—well, as Polly hesitatingly said at the telling, "she's —she's wide, you know." And then Polly spread her hands until about throe-quarters of the width of the ta ble lay between them. "About so," she added. "(Jan I climb? Of course I can," said Pol\y with the confidence of an all do . ing genius. "You just stand in front of the window, so no one can see, and I'll get in." IViiss Stanton slipped into position and Polly disappeared behind her. Just hoy Polly got through the window—it bejran three feet from the veranda floor—is not to be told, for Miss Stan ton effectually screens much territory, and Polly, when I asked her, demurely replied that there were some secrets than a woman could keep. Just as Polly came down with a little thump within Miss Stanton gave a greit gasp without. "Oh, Polly! A policeman! What'll we do?" "A policeman!" cried Polly, peeping ovo • Miss Stanton's shoulder. S ire enough there was an officer in ten or inspiring brass buttons. And he was walking toward the house. "Quick, Polly! What'll we do?" The voice approached the frantic. \ But before Polly could make answer there came words from the officer. "Say, you there—come out of that!" "But—we live—we stay here," expos tulated Miss Stanton tremblingly. "Tt,at's right, Kate. Talk up to him," whispered Polly encouragingly. "Oh, yes, of course," said the officer dryly, a man of "most painful humor," according to Polly. "There was nobody at home, and I'd forgotten my latchkey." "Good, Kate! Don't let him scare you," in a discreet undertone from Polly. Mis* Stanton was trembling. "That's a nice little story, but it's a little old. But, say," he demanded brilliajntly, gazing with a most wise smile at Miss Stanton, who completely, eclipsed the window, "how did you ex pect to crawl through that window?" Mlsis Stanton stammered, whereat the officer nodded his head with even greater wisdom. "You're smooth, but the game's an bid one. I'll just run you in. You're the kind I'm looking for." "But you don't mean to arrest me? I live here!" Miss Stanton cried weak ly. The policeman grinned. "That will not go either. I know evei'y one in the house." Which was the truth, as they learned later, for he was sweet on one of the girls. "You might as well close the talk and come with me." He took hold of Miss Stanton's arm. As he did so he chanced to look over her shoulder, and his eyes lighted on Polly, who was calmly biting the fin ger tips of her gloves. "Hello! So there's two of you?" "Yes," admitted Miss Stanton. He motioned to Polly. ' "Come out," said he. "I won't," said Polly. He started for her, but Polly slipped the window down, locked it and looked (To be continued)

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