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(Continued from Friday.) 44|-v O you s pose Henry’ll be long?”/£aid Davie, as he and Dorothy jour I 1 neyed to the stable with the bottles that were to be turned into beau tiful jugs for Mother Dear, merely by covering them with gay-col ort-d sea shells, to be stuck on with putty, for which Henry had gone over to the village. Dorothy sat her bottle on the ground and opened tlie stable door. Then ■he picked it up and stepped inside, Davie following. “Do you?” he repeated. “He said he wouldn’t,” Dorothy answered. "You wait here until I get the shells. If we both go mother might hear us and ask what we’re doing." In a minute she came back and dumped the shells carefully on the stable floor. A pretty sight they made. Some were pale, pale pink and others were blue as the sky and shaped like fairy fans, with fine ridges that looked like frills. And a great many were pure white and smooth as satin. There were pebbles, too, white ones, polished by the ever-moving sea until they were smooth as pearls. "I like these better," said Davie, picking up a handful of jagged reddish stones. Dorothy turned up her nose at his selection. "They’re well enough," said she with a superior air, "but not fine-looking, like the white ones. Here comes Henry now. Did you get the putty?" “Ho, ho, ho!” roared Henry, who, as I've told you before, used to be a sea captain. “Of course, of course. Wouldn’t have dared come back without it. Ho, ho, ho!” “Well, where is it then?” demanded Davie. Henry drew forth a package from his pocket. "I had the man fix it up at the shop, so it's all ready for you," he cried in his big voice, as he unfolded the putty’s paper covering and placed it on the floor. "How are you going to put it on the Jugs? Never thought of that, I bet; ho, ho, ho!" "I did, too," declared Dorothy, producing two big kitchen spoons. "Norah loaned me these. You know we made jugs last year, so we know all about it. Now come, Davie, we must begin before the putty gets hard. You watch me and do as I do." She stood her bottle up and placed a spoonful of putty on it. Then she took the back of the spoon and spread it about evenly. Then, quickly, she picked up a pink shell and pushed it into the soft surface, following it with a blue one, then with a white pebble. Davie watched with interest. "I can do that," he cried. "You watch me." He placed a spoonful of the putty on his bottle and quickly pressed in four of his favorite red pebbles. "Oh, oh! you mustn’t do it that way! You must mix up all kinds of it won’t look pretty," cried Dorothy. "See how nice mine looks." For a while she and Davie worked like little beavers. Henry looked on with a wide smile. He was always smiling, was Henry. Nurse Nellie always said that his grin made her nervous, but Father Dear said he got that way because when he was a boy he had swallowed a feather and it had tickled him ever since. . Dorothy knew that this was just one of Father Dear's jokes, but Davie firmly believed it. And every once in a while he would ask of Henry: "Docs it tickle very much?" At which Henry would roar “Ho, ho, ho!” so long and so loud that he never had any breath left with which to answer Davie, and to this very day he's never told him. What do you think of that? Well, to get back to the jugs, Dorothy and Davie worked with a will, and the jugs grew prettier and prettier. Davie’s was rather lumpy and his design was uncertain, but don’t tell anyone, because he did very well for six years old, you know. Dorothy’s jug looked nicer, of course. But, then, she was nine. At last Dorothy placed a tiny pink pebble in the only empty space left on her jug. “Mine’s done,” she cried in triumph, holding it away from her to view the effect. “Isn’t it lovely?” Henry opened his mouth and eyes wide, by way of showing his admiration. “Never saw anything so pretty in all my life," he declared: "even when my ship sailed to China and Japan.” "Honestly,” Dorothy questioned, her blue eyes shining with pleasure. "Honestly and truly?” "Cross my heart and hope to die," said Henry solemnly, “and hope the." "Mine’s done, too, and it’s just as pretty as Dorothy's, and let's hurry up and take them to mother," cried Davie all in one breath, getting to his. feet. "Isn't mine as pretty as Dorothy's?" Down in her heart, Dorothy didn't think so. But she was a dear little girl, and very fond of her chubby, quick-tempered brother. So she said quickly: "Oh course." Then she rose to her feet and smoothed down her rumpled white dress, for Dorothy hated to look mussed. "Henry, you peek and see if mother's on the porch," she whispered, "and then we'll go 'round and surprise her." "Ho, ho, ho!" roared Henry, as he started to obey. "You bet I will, ho-" "If you laugh all the time mother'll guess," said Dorothy severely. So Henry covered his mouth tightly to avoid an accidental outburst as he lifted across the lawn and around the side of the house. (To be continued Wednesday.) Copyrighted. 1813, by W. E. Williams. If when I hit the down grade, I haven't accumulated enough to meet the wants of my unproductive years, I hope for "the mercy of death." There was a very real spectre—a whispering ghost that gave him no peace. I could not understand its presence, for he, if any man, had claims upon the little that others had given to make comfortable the December of his life. His days of youth and strength and his sterling middle age had been given to human service in a splendid manner which forbade him to provide for his own material future. The little that charity gave could not in A millennium repay the much that he had given. Yet the whispering spectre was there—always at his elbow always. "I do not know why I linger," he told me, "My usefulness is gone. There is an fever-recurring thought that at times amounts to a presence." It whispers to me constantly: ‘You're a burden. You’re in the way.’ By day I am obsessed by the thought. My dreams are troubled by it. The spectre is always there.” A delusion of senility! Possibly so, but if so, a universal one. Nature molded by experience and heredity to fight their own battles and provide for their own needs cannot learn in old age the lesson of acquiescence to the charity of others. The thought that becomes a voice and the voice that becomes a presence may be figurative of aged imaginations, but they are real for all that. EXPOSE ME By Myself I HOPE THE HOME-TIME WILL WIN TO-DAY? SIR I I ,.- - -r ireiVlNO A STREET you're under performance. ARREST FOR, WITHOUT A LICENSE EVENING STAR ASTROLOGER Copyrighted, 1913. “The Stars incline, but do not compel." HOROSCOPE. MONDAY, JULY 7, 1913. Now Venus sends rare let women know. The Moon in square to Venus augurs ill for the affairs of women. Astrology holds that this is a day in which business dealings with them will come to naught. It is also a time to avoid romance, for the influences are supposed to deceive men, affecting their judgment unfortunately. When Venus is in adverse aspect it is held that weddings, musicales and all social entertainments are under an ill omen. Transactions with caterterers, confectioners, florists and all who contribute to the preparations for hospitality are believed to be attended with disappointments and difficulties. Acuities. There is an unlucky government, also, for milliners, dressmakers, clothiers, tailors, and whomever is concerned in attiring women. By this same sign, the wearing of new garments is said to be unsatisfactory on this day. While the planet is unfriendly, excesses in eating and drinking are to be avoided. The tendency is toward overindulgence. Manners and morals are to be guarded while the configuration lasts, the seers declare, since the leaning is toward erratic and indubitable thought and action. Collections are under an especially insupportable rule on this day. Those who handle money will meet with disappointments. Actors, musicians, and artists are likely to suffer from depression, when Venus is inimical to mortals. They should beware of attempting any new venture or of making plans which have an important bearing on the future. The Sun and Moon, in semi-square, give warning against seeking aid from superiors or asking for promotions, increase of salaries, or any favors. Reticence concerning plans or projects is enjoined, while the stars hold sway as they do on this day. There is an old superstition that the mention of any plan of vital importance thwarts its realization, and astrologers believe that it should be especially observed when the Sun is in adverse aspect. Persons whose birthdate it is have the promise of travel and change in the coming year. They may have business and domestic anxieties. Men should be cautious in business and women should conserve their strength. Children born on this day may have many vicissitudes. In life, boys will be self-willed, they may have difficulty in winning success, girls may be headstrong. The stars do not promise happiness in marriage. Noted Women Whose Birthday Is Yours JULY 7 ‘‘Fanny Fern" Copyrighted, 1913. SARAH PAYSON WILLIS, Mrs. James Parton, better known as Fanny Fern, was born ninety-eight years ago today in Portland, Me. Her brother, Nathaniel Parker Willis—who made a name for himself in college as a writer of religious verse—was engaged in editorial work in Boston, and this probably inspired his sister to try her hand at writing. She was five years younger than Nathaniel and looked up to him with girlish admiration. She married when she was 26, and on the death of her husband she began writing in good earnest for a living. She wrote under the name of "Fanny Fern" and "Rained considerable popularity." Among her works which are remembered are "Fern Leaves from Fanny's Portfolio," "Little Ferns," "Fresh Ferns," "Ginger Snaps." When "Fanny Fern" was 45 she married a second time—this time James Parton, an English writer, eleven years her junior, who became a prominent biographer. He wrote "Captains of Industry." Meantime Fanny’s brother Nathaniel had gained literary distinction. He wrote, besides religious poems, which were very popular in his generation, delightful books of travel, his "Health Trip to the Tropics" and "People I Have Met" being among his best works. For years he lived on an estate called Idlewild on the Hudson, where he edited the Home Journal until his death. NEW NEWS OF YESTERDAY How the Michigan Central System Originated experience in a long life in association with railway management and development has taught me that it never fails to be The case that when some important emergency in railway construction or operation appears, the right men are instantly found who are capable of meeting this emergency. So said the late Charles Kinney Cox to me a few years ago when telling me of some of his early experiences in Michigan in connection with a railroad which it was planned would run from a point near Buffalo, through Southern Canada to Detroit, and thence westerly by way of Toledo to the Mississippi River. "My brother, Jacob D. Cox," Mr. Cox continued, "after his service as Governor of Ohio and as secretary of the interior in the cabinet of President Grant, contemplated devoting himself to the practice of law in Ohio. But he was unexpectedly called upon to take a leading executive position with a railroad company which had in view a line from both Toledo and Detroit across Indiana to Illinois to the Mississippi River. My brother thought that by merging a railroad which was under construction in Canada, near the coast line of Lake Erie, there could be established a new trunk line connecting the East with the Mississippi valley. "My brother took me from the banking house in which I had just begun my career into the offices of this railroad company. There I heard many anecdotes and traditions which seemed to me of extraordinary interest because they told so dramatically the story of the beginning of the great railroad development throughout the West." "X reember one day hearing the story of the origin of the Michigan Central railroad, at least as a corporation. I was told that the State of Michigan first undertook to build and operate a railroad stretching from Detroit across the lower peninsula of Michigan to a point within Lake Michigan. I think that was the first and, in fact, about the only attempt in the United States to construct and operate a railroad as an exclusively State institution. The State built the road about a hundred and fifty miles west of Detroit, and then tried to update it, but it was a practical failure. "There happened along just at that time two men whose names I think should pass into history for the part they took in establishing what became the great Michigan Central railroad. One of these men was James F. Joy. Years later he became widely known as an enthusiastic supporter of James G. Blaine. But at the time of which I am speaking, I think about the year 1844, he was only a young lawyer who had been tempted after his graduation from the Harvard law school to hang out his single in Detroit. "At that time there happened to be in Michigan a young man, only 25 years of age, who was a true plonier in railroad construction. When he was only a little past 21 years of age he had built and was managing a railroad in New York State running from Auburn either to Syracuse or to Rochester. I have forgotten which. His name was John W. Brook." “Brook and Joy together made a superb team. Both were under 30 years of age. Both seemed to have real statesmanlike vision of what the development of the West should be if there were adequate railroad construction. “Brook and Joy went to the State authorities to find out whether the State would sell the railroad. They didn't have to wait long for an answer. The State would be only too glad to sell the road. That was the start of these two young men. They could buy from the State of Michigan a railroad if they could only find someone to put up the money. “Brook said to Joy; ‘If you look after the legal end of it I will go to Boston. They have plenty of money in Boston and I will see if I can't find someone who will provide the money that is necessary.’ “But when Brook got to Boston he did not know where to turn. By the mere chance someone said to him that a man named John M. Forbes, who was in the china trade, was intensely interested in the development of steam power for ocean-going vessels. Perhaps this man might be willing to listen to a proposition for the utilization of the steam locomotive upon the prairies of the West. Brook thereupon called upon John M. Forbes and within five minutes he had Mr. Forbes intensely interested. He did find the money. The road was bought from the State of Michigan. So the beginning of one of the greatest railroad systems of the West was due to this extraordinary combination of circumstances. John Brooks, who had built a little railroad in New York; young Joy, who was an enthusiast over the development of the West, and Boston enterprise. On the Spur of the Moment by Roy Moulton. Written Exclusively for Boston (Has) From the Hickeyville Clarion! It is warming up some at this writing and Amaranth Tilson, the leading comedian and bon vivant down his barber shop, can stand out in front of the shop in the sun and show his new gold tooth and he laughs at his own merry quips. Miss Amy Pringle, whose millinery emporium is across the street, has made a complaint to Constable Ezra Hand that the reflection from Am's gold tooth when the sun plays on it hits her in the eyes. She doesn't allow no smart Aleck to cast any reflections on her. Swazey creek is flooded and Ezra Harkins, our local weather bureau, has consulted his rheumatism and says the creek is going four feet and three tenths higher. When it comes to weather, Uncle Ezra is not only a bureau, but a whole bedroom set. Col. Eri Mudge is going to try and float a stock company. Five lives have been lost here up to this writing. Hank Tumms's Plymouth Rock and Four pullets being the victims. There is three feet of water in the basement of William Tibbetts’s general store and fishing through kribs holes in the floor is all the rage. Grandpa Bibbins has caught the rubber book and a second-hand zinc washboard. Hi Huggins, bass drummer in the Silver Cornet Band, stole the clapper off the meeting house bell to play the bass drum with, as constable Ezra Hand is using the regular drumstick for a billy dug at this writing. The trouble with the meeting house clapper is that he can't play nothing but sacred music on the bass drum with it. Bern Purdy, who is visiting here from West Hickoryville, said to Hank Tumms: "I see you are putting up a lot of new buildings in this town lately." "Yes," replied Hank. "That is the only kind of buildings we ever put up." Irving Green bought ten acres of Florida land without seeing it recently he went to that State. He asked to be shown the property. The land agent told him there were two obstacles in the way. One was that he hadn't a pair of rubber belts and the other was that he could not borrow a boat. The purchase proved to be part of a cypress swamp, covered with two feet of water. Seen and Heard at the Four Corners by Bright Eyes. Home of the fireworks at the private celebrations around town Friday night sounded just like an Erie train trying to get up a hill. Percival Gotawad says he likes to drink chocolate ice cream soda. Through his new moustache, because it makes the soda last twice as long. Percy makes his tongue do what his handkerchief should do. You see. For the first time since this newspaper was incorporated, we did not have to report any "thought it was out" accidents the day after the Fourth. Now a lot of doctors won’t go on any vacation. The physicians and undertakers don’t like this “safe and sane celebration” stuff. Steps are being taken for the organization among the two professions of a league, it is said, to bring back the good old-fashioned celebrations of Inglenook days. The local examiners have officially announced that meat in interstate shipment must preserve its identity. This looks like a grievous lack of confidence in the tag. English cousins are good for something, anyhow, especially while they are visiting you in this country. A prominent attorney forgot to post a letter his wife had entrusted to him. When no answer to the letter was received by the spouse, she suspected her lawful master of neglect. To save his neck, he confessed that his English cousin had poured acid on it and got away with it. It seems that polo is the game that bloods love the best. You whack the ball, “git-ap!” you call, the pony does the rest. Tomorrow Mr. Edwards will tell, “How the So-Called ‘Railroad Pool’ originated.” Tomorrow Mr. Edwards will tell, “How the So-Called ‘Railroad Pool’ originated.” By Clare, Wiggins, "T C V^LL, Trustee's No. 1 Co. No. 1 Co. for j \ e*»ws »■•»--■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■-■