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Ebt Simts-gtmiirrat: jluntraj, iglaji 1, 1811. sine for May Is "The Love Cure," nouncetnent by Hugh Fullerton; Ray Stannard Baker explains "The Meaning of Insurgency;" Ida Tarbell expounds "The Stand-Pat Intellect;" and Frederick W. Taylor writes again about "The Gospel of Efficiency." Under the heading, "The Things That Are Caesar's," Albert Jay Nock contrasts "Taxes Two Sides of the Line," that Is, in Canada and in the United States, and says that the Canadian system encourages Industry and production, while ours Incites to idleness and speculation. Writing of "The Passing of the Adaptation," Walter Prlchard Eaton is moved by recent performances in New rays fall wide and vain into ungrateful space, and only a small part on the reflecting planet. Let your greatness educate the crude and cold companion.

If he Is unequal, he will presently pass away; but thou art enlarged by thy own shlnlr.g. and, no longer a mate for frogs and worms, dost soar and burn with the gods of the empyrean. It Is thought a disgrace to love unrequited. But the great will see that true love cannot be unrequited. True love transcends the unworthy object, and dwells and broods on the eternal, and when the poor Interposed mask crumbles.

It Is not sad, but feels rid of so much earth, and feels Its Independency the surer." But of quoting Emerson, where should The winter day drew over, the glad light grew, and the man who ha.l walked all night with dreams worked on with love. "If I work plenty I can finish houso in free month. March March," he added softly, "Is fine montl for duck. Maybe 'tis Mathilde could wait one more year for me, but, me. I cannot wait one more year for Mathilde.

Ha! 'tis funny way how le bon Dieu, have made man." F. HEWE3 LANCASTER. The "League of Fathers," New Paris Organization Chronicle. Fathers of large families In Paris have made an appeal for puhlto sympathy. Their principal grievance Is that the State, despite the alarm raised on the score of depopulation, does not sufficiently recognize their efforts to combat the social evil of race suicidn.

1 Deniocrst. TE3 E-C2T rtr me "Sr TILL burgeons the ban' Still whispers the river-But where is the old-fa That bore us across to For The 'fiaiea TILL burgeons the bank with that to the -fashioned bud, blossom and berry. anpel of streams! fairy-like ferry I miss the old house where we lovingly lingered, (A message in red from Colonial times), It has pone, like leaf that the wild wind has fingered Away from the kiss of my cherishing rhymes. Still waves the preen wood with its beckoning branchea, The silver-haired river still murmurs as eweet; But memory aits, like a wolf on Its haunches, To startle old dreams to their 6hadowy feet. The house and oM ferry have grine off together To find the lost visions of honor and truth.

And I linger, alone, in the bleak autumn weather. Outside of the regions of romanoe and youth. Still smiles the preen wood with Its blossom and berry, The old touch of silver still laughs In the streams; But never again will I find the lost ferry That bore ine across to the woodland of dreams! MARGARET HUNT BRISBANE. Then he goij with me! The C. E.

had called LTn out and made him an offer. Msdison tells me he will not have any it ore work for you next week, and I neec a man la your line." He nad gone into details such as LTn had dreamed of since youngest boyhood, then he had put the thing plainly. L'Un was go with him on this job by way of trial, and if both cf them were satisfied, 3 on with him to a bigger Job In an a 'Joining State. And it was just then, when the C. E.

rested his case that th iutiful question took the floor: "Wi-at will Mathilde say?" L'Un's lips, parting In eager assent. iid slowly: "T'nnk you. sir; but me. I do not know if I can go wit' you or not." you have all day to-morrow to decide. We don't go out before Monday morning." The; rejoinder had not deceived Uni The civil engineer wanted him want- him bad.

If he went with him. he would become a builder of bridges ue wouia oecome a ouiiaer oi oriages. And yet again. If he went with the 1 bridge-builder his promise to Mathilde must fall. I reckon, me.

If I ask her to wait little while maybe 'tis she will wait." LUk debated it, watching under the moot: ight the forming of the frost as it cl. ked softly in Its freezing. He bega-i to see how time had been passing, "I iion't believe, me. I could have time to bi Id house by spring now. It takes plenty time to build house, If you build it riht" Thm if Mathilde would have to wait any why should she not wait until he had, had a chance to build at least one bridge.

Would she be willing to wait? Mi had been very patient. Month after month she had seen her girl frlenda carried away in triumph to nice new houtes, to begin a garden of their own. She tad been patient, but she had been wist' il, too. L'Un flinched as he remembered how happy she had been that night at the window, whispering him of what she meant to plant but telling mos' eagerly about her ducks. How many times she bad told him: 'L'Un, dere is not anyt'ing In world so pretty as duck when it is little." L'iL'n had always agreed heartily, but now; he swore impatiently: I wish to know, me.

If duck Is sc fine as bridge." It came to him, shaping Itself out ther; on the freezing dew, as symbols of a woman's ambition and a man's, a 11 yellow duck, a towering Iron bridge. 'Tie plenty she has talked about dose ducit." L'Un admitted gloomily. He kne she had never been able to raise at home because her father's an i was too far from the water. Mais, our place," she had pointed out joyously, "our place is right close to bayiju." jr place." L'Un repeated. "Eh bien.

It v. Ul be only for year. And she shall hav hundred duck I should t'lnk It wot Id be more fine to have hundred duck, year from now, dan to have only ten iluck now." And so while the frost die ted the issue took shape In L'Un's thit ing. A year of bridges for him, a wh lifetime of ducks for Mathilde. It seemed a fair divide.

Would Mathilde thit: that? Or would she be so young as V) prefer ten ducks In the present to hundred ducks In the future? L'Un got; out of the doorway and started. He would go put the question to Mathilde. If lie walked all night he could reach the; bayou by daylight, and be back agf to go with the C. E. on Monday morning.

Tls all time Mathilde has had me. I reckon, me, she can let me have one year for build bridges." III. I walked swiftly, mixing cement and sinking caissona in Imagination as he wa ked, and the moonlit stillness rang fai tly with the clink of tool on Iron. Ki: Creek was a trickle in dry weath er, a torrent in wet; the bridge would span from high banks. L'Un swung out the arch of it with pride: 'Twill be pretty!" Ihe bridge at King Creek finished, he went on to build other bridges, big on that made all men admire them, carrying railroads upon their strength.

'Twill be proud Job." The frost stepped clicking at his words, spread wi le in a silent sheet of Ice; the moon-ligat began to wane In a wider, wak-ini; light, and L'Un came back again to ttu.t waiting question to find that it was no; a question any more. 'If I wish Mathilde to say yes, 1 re kon, me, she will say yes, maybe." it was a certainty founded upon ye irs of knowledge. Mathilde had never failed; patient and tender, with a whole motherhood of love for him, si- had always let L'Un lead the way. If he said so, she would put her dream of; ducks away. Her eyes might get a ll.i.le wistful.

''Godamit! I t'ink, me. It la funny wiiy le bon Dleu "have made women. 'Twas me, I would be proud to wait man do big t'lng." Mathilde, she shall be proud alio." Resolved upon It, L'Un took the ti you path that was a short cut across the clearing he was making to home. T'And when I have build bridges for year I will build fine house for her. more house dan I was t'lnk to biiild here." He stopped a moment to eye the incipient home-making that after the large work of weeks, vry small indeed.

'Twas not much house. I don't ntkon, rue, Mathilde will lose much If si wait." He began to walk around ti half-laid foundation of blocks and sills. Some cattle had been stamping tfere and had knocked over one of the blocks L'Un had put In place before he went awav. He stopped to set le block on end again, and then chopped to ore knee to line It with the ones still in place I will put sill on you, and cows cannot knock you over some niore." It was a heavy sill. L'Un had hewn from the rich heart of a pine; he fted and strained "Ha." he grunted.

'is plenty time you tried to be more tough dan me." He fot It in place as the light brightened. A brave piece of work, hewn to the line, li thing to last a lifetime. L'l'n, kneel ir.g, looked along It. loving it for the lard labor and high hopes that had irone into Its making, and looking back him across the clean, sweet reach of the sill, he seemed to Mathllde's eyes, merry as if they were watching her run down to the water. "Pauvre petite, he muttered.

"Maybe it will be hard for her to wait whole j-ear for me." He began kicking the other blocks into place while he de bated it. He would like to make the --raiting as easy for her as he could. "If I do not wish cows to knock you round some more Me began to get tnem in line, and to place sills upon these blocks also. This part was to be the kitchen. "And I must put fattest sill I got on you.

I reckon, me. Mathilde Is going wish to scrub das kitchen plenty. If sill is not fat It will rot." The sill was rat enough, sotld. red lightwood. LLns lips yielded to smile as he put them In place.

"Dere will not be any kitchen floor on bayou so white as Mathllde's floor will be." He tripped over a stake and laughed. "Oh, yes. 'tis where she wiih to have well. 'Right by kitchen She's smart. Mathilde is.

When all the sills were in place L'Un was ready to go over the whole founda tion, leveling It with his little pocket level. This east end was to be their li bedroom. Mathilde had planned It so the early light would wake them. L'Un did not laugh as he worked over that foundation, nor did he smile, but his brooding eyes deepened and grew ten der ti.iltA bridge ves! what (jfirst t'lng man should build In world? "Toti are through with him? by Gilbert Payson Coleman. It Is a lively tale, and lively also are "Apropos of Beno." by Virgie E.

Roe; "Out in the World," by Gertrude Brooke Hamilton; "The Sweet o' the Tear," by Jean Carmichael; and "Mr. Prawley's Basket Baby," by Zenda Warde. There is considerable cynicism in the humor of "A Romance of a Sanitarium," by Michel Provins; but "The Pot of Basil," by H. Forrest, is a piteous little story; and "Revenge," by that powerful writer. Harris Merlon Lyon, is tragic.

Some other stories are "The Masked Princess," by J. A. Tiffany; "Great Possessions," by Helen Frances Huntington; and "David Webster's Duty," by Frank Williams. J. K.

W. COGITATIM MOE8T1M. For The Times-Democrat. HE WORLD IS FULL OF SOR-row. And the Joy we feel to-day May fade upon the morrow Into sadness and decay.

The brightest star that shines In heaven's vaulted blue. Like life Itself declines. And fades away from view. The lily and the rose Are withered soon as blown; And the brightest thoughts are those That with their birth are flown. The sweetest dream of love Must into sorrow turn.

And e'en the heart that strove Must In Its passion burn. Thus life, through endless change. Must fade Into the past, And nothing how strange! Was ever made to last. G. BALLARD WOODS.

THE BEAUTIFUL QUESTION. For The Times-Democrat. EAUTIFUL QUESTION!" L'UN said grimly; but in his heart he did not find the question at all lovely. Since he was a little chap love and ambition had walked with him In grace and eagerness, and now he had reached a place where love stood still to beckon peace, and where ambition led on, proudly pointing to untried ways. Which behest was he to heed? That was not the indecision that bothered L'Un.

For a chance to build a bridge he would, impatiently, have given his body to be burned. L'Un had known that since he was eight years old. The beautiful question was: "What would Mathilde When he and Mathilde bad plighted troth she hsd been only a laughing little girl; but now she was a maiden. very pretty, with dark eyes, and "And she ain't a fool, no," L'Un reflected, without joy. "She knows what it is man should do when he has given his word." He had himself schooled her in the worth of honor.

Then what could she answer to this question? Mathilde had been very patient about the clearing of the farm that was to be their home; she knew L'Un had his mother's family to care for, and under stood how it was that he could give only moonlight nights and rainy days to it. She had waited with an abiding faith. Despite his shabby necktie and sorry looking 8unday clothes, L'Un Paul was the smartest boy on the bayou. Ma thilde knew that. When he took charge of it only a little chap, too the Paul farm was the poorest thing the pleasant Blenvenu sunshine had to fall upon; It had grown to be the neatest and the nicest.

Mathilde was proud of her lover; proud of the way he worked all the time; proud of the way he went to school each day for his arithmetic Ies son. that he might learn how to build bridges. She was proud, too, of the bridges he had told her he meant to build built iron and cement so strong that no flood might wash them away. Ah! but she had been proudest of all when he had come running to her window late one night to whisper that he had got a Job as carpenter; that he would soorf have money now to build their house; that in the spring tney could be married. in was to go early next morning to begin work on the American barn.

Hpw happy they had been that night Mathilde leaning from the window and L'Un tiptoeing up to It. They did not foresee then that this carpenter job 'was to be as a wedge to cleave their lives apart. On Sunday mornings they would still go to mass together; on Sunday evenings they would cross the bayou together and walk over the clearing L'Un was making for their home; to note and rejoice upon its progress, and to decide yet again which way the house was to face, and how near the well should be to the kitchen door. So they had thought, not know ing that prasperity may part where pov erty but binds together. The barn had been finished by Satur day night, but as the American was set tling with L'Un for the Job, he re marked wants a carpenter to put his mule sheds In shape.

I'm driving over to nis turpentine still to-morrow Suppose you get in my buggv and go along. You may be able to get the Job." L'Un. with the settled sternne.su- that represented his notion of manhood, had answered "Tank you, He forgot that to-morrow ought to mean Mathilde; he never thought of his girl for a minute. This success could suggest to him but one thing bridges. Tne wheels kept grinding it out of the gravel as they rolled along.

And it was a nice day. A winter Sunday in the South; very fair, with the livir.g wind sweeping over It. While L'Un was making estimats in the mule shed, the American had talked to Madison: "Yes. he's young. They tell me he Is not more than seventeen.

But he's a worker. Never stops to scratch a match; never takes a nail out of his mouth to talk." L'Un had been taken on for the mule shed Job. to begin early next morning. It was the first Sunday he had ever failed to see Mathilde. but he did not think of that.

He bought a change of clothes at the still commissary and made himself at home in the lodgings they gave him. handling the tools he Was to work with to-morrow, feeling their keen edges, loving them, thinking of the worl: that waited and of that greater work that he believed he was born to do. Bridges! And, as it had been with that first Sunday, so It was with the Sundays that followed it. The mule shed Job merge 1 into other Jobs, and hurrying ambitioi crowded his heart with pride. Sunday after Sunday found L'Un getting his clothes washed by a negro woman, making estimates, -living a rapt life in the sight of shavings and the sound cf tools.

It The winter was running past him unheeded when the chance he had dreamel of came as a living presence. A clv.l engineer, going across the county to build a bridge over King Creek stopped at the still to buy supplies and pick up some needed men. It was Saturday evening and L'Un was in the store be ing paid oft when the C. E. came with Madison, and at once the C.

eves were upon him, taking note of the knitted. suDDle shoulders, the deft. sleE- der hands, the clean-cut face, the broacl, brainr head raised upon a neck cate as a girl's. "Who Is her Madison told him. "Working for youT "Has been." I Tork of "Chantecler," "Sire," and "Su-ranne," to quote Leigh Hunt's saying that "a translated poem Is a boiled strawberry." Mr.

Eaton finds it something to be thankful for that Maud Adams has not followed up her inad equate performance of- "Chantecler with an announcement that, next year. she will play lago or King Lear. A poem of some length, by Josephine Preston Peabody, Is "The Singing Man: an Cde of the Portion of Labor." So many valuable lives have been lost to the world, so many men in the prime of life have been snatched way, untimely lrom the field of their labor, that Pitt Hand article In Pear son's Magazine. "A Cure for Pneumo nia," will arouse deep Interest. It con-cerns Dr.

August Francis Schafer's an tl-toxin, which should prove a boon to humanity. If all that Is claimed for It be true. Mr. Hand says that the scientists of California looked with doubt at first on this discovery: "They wanted to be shown. They have been.

shown. Dr. chafer, it is said, has mads no anouncement. but lets his work speak for Itself; the record show ing oply four failures In more than four hundred cases. Some of these were extreme cases: Twi Twenty children from two to eleven years old.

Eight chronic alcoholics, three of whom had hid delirium tremens. Sixteen eases with meaales as well at porn- monla. Three with blood poisoning In their banda and gs In addition pneumonia. Three with peritonitis complication a. Twenty-two patients Ter sixty years old.

Air one eighteen eases of duplex lobar pneu monia was a roan of ninety-two, an almost unprecedented recovery. Dr. Schafer, we read, has furnished his antl-toxln free from the beginning. and has sunk his small fortune of $40, 000 in his laboratory work. "He Is pre paring three hundred samples of his serums which are to be sent to leading physicians and surgeons in all parts of the United States.

With them Dr. Schafer has agreed te leave the final verdict as to the value of his reme- oies. Let us hope that he is not overesti mating the open-mindedness of the members of his profession. Several articles that convey warnings are "The Foreign Ship Combine and the Peril to This Nation." by William Humphrey; "Instinct Above Law." by Allan L. Benson; and "Bribery Is Treason," extracts from a speech by Senator Beverldge.

John Snure "points out "The Outlook for the Democrats;" and, as this is the appropriate season, Pearson's also has its baseball article, "Outguessing the Batter," by Christy Matthewson, "the greatest pitcher who ever played." Some stories of the number are "Our War With Germany," by Heron Lowel Brant; "The Rustler," by Charles Al-den Seltzer; "After All." by Inez G. Thompson; "The Seven Suppers of Andrea Korust." by E. Phillips Oppen-heim; and "Jimmy Vandiver," by Arthur Akers. Two little tales of everyday life, well told, are "Peat's Part." by Lucy Pratt. and "Miss Dumont's Sister," by Evelyn Van Buren.

Two men with sharp and naughty pens, who write for The Smart Set, are George Jean Nathan and H. L. Mencken. Some of Mr. Nathan's comments on plays, dramatists, actors and producers are calculated to make those personages smart.

Fancy the wrath of the actress. If she should read these lines: "Personally, In viewing Interpretations of the Thais brand of roles, I must confess to a desire to see this wondrous beauty for myself Instead of having the actors tell me about It." And, sarcasm aside, what Mr. Nathan says is true: "A role requiring beauty must have beauty; a rfile calling for youth must have youth, or at least what will pass far youth." And list to these cynical utterances wrung from Mr. Mencken by "The Spring Crop" of novels: I made th discovery years ago that three drinks of rye whlaky would doable the pleasure te be got out of T1 Trovatore." Try It yourself. And If "II Trovatore" la not the bill try It on "Fanst" or "Travtafa" or any tber such maudlin staff or on the plays of Charles Klein or th DOTela of George Barr McCutcheon or the conversation of your wife.

But don't try it oa "Das Rhelngolu" or Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or the dramas of August Strlndberg or the novels of Henry Jtmeil To enjoy such things you must have your wlta about yon which ia precisely what yon most not have about jon to enjov romance. Vaudeville, to a man who Is both Intelligent and sober, la anguUb unspeakable. But vaudeville to a man who larks either Intelligence or sobriety, permanently or for the moment, is often extremely agreeable. And the same rule covers romantic Action as welt. not to mention the prat Ua of children, parlor melodrama, politics, homiletiea and the (nor mally) depressing business of making love to a woman.

Oppenheim's novel, "Havoc," con tinues; and there Is a novelette, "Mark Venable's 8onr," by Olivia Howard Dunbar. "The Empty Lamp," a one-act play by Forrest -Halsey, has considerable dramatic force; and some clever stories are Speculation In Happiness," by Julie M. Llppmann; "The Second Mrs. Roebuck," by W. Carey Wonderly; "The Incomparable Charm," by John Reg nault Ellyson; and "The Transfigura tion on Luny Mount." by Minnie Bar bour Adams.

There are essays, epigrams and old saws modernized; and the poets of the num ber are Beatrice Irwin, Reginald Wright Kauffman, Aloyslus Coll, Walker Yale Durand, Grace Agnes Zimmerman, and Nellie Richmond EberhardL Though The Delineator Is avowedly a magazine for women, there Is not a little in It that Interests the masculine reader, for example, "The Health Mas ter," by Samuel Hopkins Adams Learnyig for Earning," by William Hard; "Wanted The Right Job for Tour Boy," by William McKeever; and "The Story of an Oregon Garden." Two marrled-llfe papers are "What Is a Successful Husband?" by Mary Stewart Cutting, and "Helping Tour Husband to Succeed, by Edith Brown Kirk wood, and any normal man would surely be Interested In the results flow mg rrom sucn articles as "Stunning a House by Rule," by Elizabeth Hale Gil man, and "The Good Green Things To Eat." ine tgenons serial, saroita," goes on; and some good short stories are "Mrs. Colonel and the Hit," by Row land Thomas; "Toll." by Keene Abbott; and "Miss Catbcart 'As by Miriam The "Letters from a Worldly God mother." which are now acknowledged to be the work of Emily Post, contain vj wuun giri-reaaers mav pront; and the "Man Magazine Page contains aucn iooa ror mirth as "The Bachelors Baby," by Wilberforce Jen- ams; "cneenng up Your Hall Room" by Roy McCardell; and "How I Became a Leciurer, Dy James L. Ford. Two exquisite little poems are "Only by Thomas Jones, and "Lilacs in the Rain. by Lizette Wood worth Reese.

The Illustrated fashion articles are numerous ana rascinating. The complete novel of Young's Mara be an endT He Is the greatest stimulus to thought, to right moral attitudes, to intellectual energy. What a counsel la In this passage: "If you visit your friend, why need you apologize for not having visited him, and waste his time and deface your own act? Visit him now. Let him feel that the highest love has come to see him. In thee.

Its lowest organ. Or why need you torment yourself and friend by secret self-reproaches that you have not assisted him or complimented him with gifts and salutations heretofore? Be a gift and a benediction. Shine with real light, and not ith the borrowed reflection of gifts. Common men are apologies for men; they bow the head, excuse themselves with prolix reasons. and accumulate appearances, because the substance is not." And here are lines to live by: "What I must do Is all thst concerns me, not what the people think.

This rule, equally arduous In actual and in Intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what Is your duty better than you know It It Is easy in tne world to live after the world's opinion; It is easy In solitude to live after our own; but the great man la he who In the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the Independence of solitude." Well, Indeed, does Dr. Eliot suggest (by his own example, at least.) the mar vellous effectiveness In life to be gained by a constant familiarity with Emerson. And not only his essays, but his poems, far less known, are full of this power of reinforcement. To read from Emerson daily, even if but for ten minutes.

would be to gam a new outlook on ine, and renewed and increased vigor of faculties. LILIAN WHITING. APRIL. For The Times-Democrat. APRIL, BRIGHT.

CAPRICIOUS thing, spring! Dear, spoiled and petted child of You're welcome to these hearts of ours As summer sunshine to the flowers. 8 blue-eyed April, tell me why So wayward, wanton, coy and shy? No other month, I must confess. Has half your witching loveliness. Tour skies are fairer, brighter, too, Than royal summer ever knew; Tou smile and weep with laughing eyea And ever bring some new surprise. And for the love of memory, Sweet April, I would cling to thee; Thine are the same soft sunny skies That gladdened first my Infant eyes.

But many Aprils bright and fair Have blossomed, since those days that were; But, somehow, April's sunny skies Are always spanned with rainbow dyes! MRS. MART WARE. ALONG LITERARY PATHWAYS. PPARENTLT, THE SUCCESS of certain plays has Inspired the inky brethren with an ambition to do likewise, but It la to be hoped that everybody Is not go ing to become symbolistic. Gals worthy, whore forte Is the pres eriti'ion of realities, tries another vein In his Scribner playlet, "The Little Dream." I As Maeterlinck Introduced personifications of Fire, Water, Bread, Sugar, etc, into "The Bluebird," Galsworthy gives us Cowbells, Things in Books, Die tant Flume of Steam, Far View of Italy, The Form of What Is Made by Work, and other images as fantastic.

It can not be said that this effort has either much method or meaning. Writers do not seem to realize that one must be born with the peculiar rift of creating fantasies. It Is not to be acquired. The two stories, "Oh, Come, All Te Faithful," by Dorothy Canfleld, and "Things That Are Caesar's," by Eliza beth Moorhead, are both modern and realistic In setting, but are vivified by the hero-spirit which sometimes shines so brightly In common ways and every day situations. Hopkinson Smith's "Kennedy Square' Is continued; and Mrs.

Burton Harrison gives three more chapters of her "Recol lections. Grave and Gay." Two articles upon art are "The Classic Spirit In Painting." by Kenyon Cox, and "Frank Brangwyn and His Etchings," by Walter Shaw Sparrow; and George B. McLellan writes about "Leadership In the House of Representatives." la the course of Price Collier's "His Highness the Maharaja," one comes across this passage abounding In good sense: I have watched thi people at the wells In India by th hour; these people and the soldiers are th people you like, feel sorry for perhaps, nntil you discover that they do not feel sorry for themselves; then yon realise that your are pumping up the fantastic sympathies of the Wt which are not binding here at all, and all too often artificial ncn at home, a way of making the child cry by ao much sympathy over bla amall bruise that he begins to think It Important hlmaelf. What a lot of that there is. and how the demaeoiriiea of oiir Western world are making the children cry over hurta that they did not ere.i know were painful, until the political boaa dlneovered that they hare a vote value, and the advertising phllanthro-plat dlacoTered what good pouters they make I The Illustrations include a reproduction in colors of a drawing by Major Edward Molyneux, the Taj Mahal, that Jewel of commemoration, seen at sunset.

Four poems worth mentioning are "In the City Crowd." by Rhoda Hero Dunn; "In the Blue Ridge," by Olive Tilford Dargan; "The Convalescent," by Louise Fletcher Tarkington; ar.d "They Know Not Harbors That Know Not the Deep," by Christian Gauss. The spring perfume of Mrs. Burnett's "The Secret Garden." in The American, does not fail or fade 'away. Inez Haynes Gillmore sends her Phoebe "In Search of Bohemia;" but the attempt is rather fiat; nor is this particularly clever as a definition of Bohemia: "It's what you haven't got." If she had thus defined Utopia or Paradise, It would have more point. This latest view of the hitherto interesting I'hoebe is disappointing.

Let us hope she will now marry the faithful Tug. and subside. But. with the popular taste for series and continuations, it is to be feared that we shall see Phoebe as a bride, a wife, a mother, and, later, perhaps, even as a mother-in-law and a grandmother "There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life." Three unusually good stories are "Rosemary's Stepmother," by Kathleen Norris: "With Assistance," by Edih Ronald Mirrielees: and "A Question of Character. Dy tdgar C.

MacMechen. vunain contributes another or Aristiae PujoL Hitting the Dirt" is a baseball pro- woodland of dreams? appointment of O'Meara;" the "Christa-delphians," who were to listen to a discussion of "The First and Second Resurrections;" a "New Thought Church," whose topic was not announced; the Theosophlcal Society, whose speaker was to discuss "The Vedas;" and a lecture from that eminent Swedenborglan divine, and charming lecturer, the Rev. Dr. John Whitehead, on "The Resurrection of the Lord." Then there were the meetings of "The Advanced Spiritualism." of "The First Spiritual Temple." of "Unity Church," a Spiritualist organization, with the Rev. F.

A. Wig-gin a its pastor, where "spirit as well as sermons, are given; and endless other spiritualistic gatherings, the "Spiritualist Temple" and many others, besides the Bahal meeting, the organization now grows so that from meeting In a private drawing room they have a large hall In Huntington avenue; and It would seem as If almost every conceivable Idea and speculative belief had, in Boston, Its special cult and in speakers. Trinity Church celebrated a most Impressive Easter. The first of the several early communions was at 7, and In a thickly falling snow I made my way across the narrow side street that sep arates the Brunswick from one of the entrances to this beautiful church, still invested with the dear associations of the ministry of Phillips Brooks, and of his successor, the Rev. Dr.

E. Winchester Donald, "The Cupbearer," as Dr, Huntington, of New Tork, so well termed him. Even in this early hour the great church was nearly filled with com municants, and again at 8. and at 9, and after the morning service, the holy communion was repeatedly celebrated. The rector, the Rev.

Alexander Mann, was the preacher of the morning, with an impressive discourse on the appear ance of Jesus to Mary Magdalene and His manifestations of Himself to His disciples In the various tin es before the ascension. The Lenten observances have been unusually interesting and significant in Boston this year, with a large number of very able preachers. The Easter day came In with a snowstorm, and though the sun came out, the day was cold, and the weather, so far, all the week, hat remained very damp and chilling. We had almost May-days in March, but April Is more like November. The ways of a New England spring are past finding out.

Dr. Charles W. Eliot, president emeritus of Harvard, has recently discussed the question of so living as to gain the fullest value out of life. One special recommendation of Dr. Eliot's is that regularity in church attendance is one signal aid to the betterment of life, physically, morally.

Systematic church going he regards 'as a most powerful aid to right living My advice to every man," continued Dr. Eliot. "Is to unite with some church and attend its services regularly. He should do this even though he may feel that the religious motive is not very strong in him. The influence of the church service invariably to turn his mind to lofty things, and to keep him acqjalnt-ed with the noblest Ideals of life." Dr.

Eliot also said: "I feel strongly with regard to the matter of sleep. My own allowance is eight hours, and I am Inclined to think that a man cannot get along on much less and do his best work. Some people require ten hours One often hears, on the other hand, of ilk wno Doast tnat they can do with four or five hours of sleep, and feel no 111 effects No man can hope to retain his mental any more than his physical faculties In full rigor unless he exercises them. Too many people let others do their thinking for them or else think in a narrow rut, which gets narrower as they grow older. The result Is mental atrophy similar to the atrophy that develops in unused muscles.

Good clear, earnest thinking has never hurt anybody, but is of the highest benefit to the individual es well as to the community." In the way of reading. Dr. Eliot says that next to the Bible, he cares most to read Bacon and Emerson. Nothing could be more helpful to the world at large than the Influence which turns the thought to Emerson as the great Inspirer of Intellectual and moral life. One may select passages tvm v.i absolutely at random, and find stimulus and lofty counsel everywhere.

As these: "It is a maxim worthy of all acceptal tion, that a man may have that allowance he takes. Take the place and attitude which belong to you. and all men acquiesce. The world must be Just. It leaves every man, with profound unconcern, to set his own rate.

Here or driveler, it meddles not in the matter It will certainly accept your own measure of jour doing and being, whether you sneak about and deny your own name or whether you see your work produced to the concave sphere of the heavens one with the revolution of the stars "We foolishly think, la our davs of sin. that we must court friends by compliance to the customs of society, to its dress, its breeding, and its estimates But only that soul can be my friend which I encounter on the line of my own march, that soul to which I do not decline, and which does not decline to me. hut. native of the same celestial latitude, repeats in its own all my experience." "It has seemed to me lately more possible than I knew, to carry a friendship greatly, on one side, without due correspondence on the other. Why should I cumber myself with regrets that the receiver Is not capacious? It never troubles the sun that some of his the tr'1 union of fathers of xnc league or.

DernaDS. mora cor. Dig -amines was recently formed. In order to secure recognition of their claims. The government, however, Is busy with other matters, and has not had time to bother about the league.

To-day a demonstration took place, with the Inevitable bands and banners. The manlfeatants assembled near the Hotel des Invalides to march to the Ministry of the Interior, where attempts were to be made to move the stonyhearted Premier to action. The ao-credited head of the movement was Capt. Simon Maire, a retired army officer, and himself the proud farther of eleven. The novelty of the affair appealed powerfully to the Parisian Imagination, and the spectators outnumbered the demonstrators by about ten to one.

The front of th Invalides was black with sightseers. The Indignant fathers formed a procession, and with trl-colored flag and the band playing Inspiring airs, set out to the accompaniment of hearty cheers. But they had not gone very far when large numbers of police, under M. Touny, Interfered attempted to disperse them. Capt.

Maire, surrounded by nine of his children, protested very strongly against this Infringement of citizens' rights. Th police, however, charged the little army of unhappy fathers. Impounded their flags, and after a tussle captured the musicians. Foiled In this attempt, Capt. Maire borrowed a barrow from a woman who sells roasted chestnuts, mounted It, and from this platform delivered a stirring harangue, under which th spectators gradually showed signs of siding with the demonstrators against the police.

Seeing that a rtot was Imminent, the police arrested the captain, who, with a bodyguard of his nine children and a number of his lieutenants, waa taken to th police station. Fathers with four children are eligible for membership of the league, th roll of which is said to contain th names of 400,000 heads of families. Among other Items the league declares that Its members should be afforded a rebate of taxation where there are mora than seven In the family, as under th First Republlo and th Seoond Empire, and should be paid a special education allowance; and also that, in nominations for th public service, men with large families should be eon-sldered before those less burdened In this way. A Reuters message received later states that a deputation from tne league, headed by a Deputy, was subse-qnetly received by M. Monls, the Premier, to whom th petition waa presented.

Capt. Malre was liberated. Many Coins from the Sea; Law Governing buch md3 Dally Mali. Th zeal for th harvest or in sea at Thorp Ness, on the Suffolk coast, where the abnormal tide have disclosed all sorts of curios and coins, is Such that a good deal of risk haa been run-One fisherman, up to his chest In the Incoming wave, saw as the wave re ceded "a scor and a half as be estimated, of coins carried past htm la th back flow, but could reoovex none. Most of th successful harvesting on this strange, wild spot was done In this way.

Th marvel of the tide was the reach of the waves, which "scoured" the sand and shingle as they cam up and dragged back th spoil at th wave's ebb. What was gathered rep resented a very small proportion of what was present. The harvest la double, of two Olstlnot varieties. Ther ar coins of vry age and clime; and ther ar odd brass and bronza and silver curios, differing even more In appearance but less In respect of age. These are very numerous.

Now and again In places yon could scoop up broad-headed brass pins, eight or ton at a time, and with them were brass and bronze "oddments" of strange variety. It Is known that ther was a brass pin factory close by, ana tn suggestion Is that many of these buttons and moldings were scrap material for conversion Into pins. They In clude, however, silver buckles, bronxe buttons and old copper fish-hooks. The law of treasure trov la eagerly canvassed, but the local decision la to make over th coins to th receiver of wreck. The wording of th law Is aa follows: "Jetsam, flotsam, lagan or derelict found in or on th shores of th aea or any tidal water are Included In th term wreck, and as such must ba handjd over to th receiver of wreck, who must hold an Inquest on them.

But the point In dispute Is whether they were found above high-water mark, in which case they belong to th lord of th manor, cr between high- water mark and low-water mark, when they belong to the crown and th find. trs will be rewarded aa for salvage. Th finders for the most part assert that they were found below high-water mark, and fifty-five coins ar being at once forwarded to the receiver of wreck at Ipswich. Dr. Johnson's House Gift to English Nation Chronicle.

It was announced nearly four months ago that Dr. Johnson's house In Gough Square, Fleet street, London, has been acquired by an anonymous purchaser, and was to be placed In the hands of trustees as a national memorial to the great Londoner. It now becomes known that th purchaser Is Mr. Cecil Harmsworth. According to the latest announcement the house will be dedicated as national property "as soon as suitable arrangements can be made." Last year the house was put into a good state of repair at a cost of some hundreds of pounds, and care wa taken to preserve th characteristic features of the Interior, which Is In much the same condition as when Dr.

Johnson lived there from 1718 to 1753. It was in Gough Square that Dr. Johnson toiled at his dictionary, which was commissioned by the chief booksellers in London in 1747 for a fee of 1500 guineas. The doctor had an upper room fitted up like a counting house, in which he gave the copyists their several tasks. According to Northcote, It was to Gough Square that Reynolds took Rou-tillao to call upon Johnson, who "received them with much civility and took them up into a garret which he used as his library, where, besides his books, all covered with dust, there was an old crazy table, and a still worse and older elbow chair having only three legs." The house is a large one, consisting of four floors and a basement.

Cluny lace is smart on voiles, either cotton or wool the fabric matching th tint of th lac and all worn over a colored silk or satin slip. BOSTON DAYS; A GREAT PORT Boston the Xeareit Large American City to England Easter Snnda7 In Boston The Varied Panorama of Thought and Belief. Ececlal of The Tiroes-Democrat. Boston. April 18, 1911.

RESIDENT CHARLES S. MEL-len of the New York, New Haven and Boston Railroad, made an epoch-marking address in a post-prandlal festivity the other night on the problem of transportation and harbor development of Boston. The New England metropolis now confronts the opportunity of ber life for making a name and fame as the great transatlantic port. President Mellen controls the railroad situation for all New England. It is he who holds the key to all methods of Ingress and of egress.

Boston is the gateway through which all the population and the business of this section of the country must pass In order to be In touch with the world. "Do not think that the Idea of doing New York business through Boston is a dream," lie said; "far from It. The first requisite of a great commercial port is a harbor, that Is here; Boston shonld (control her own water front, and own her own piers." Mr. Meilen also recommended that the South Bay be filled up and made solid land give the railroads a chance; and 'hat all the pile structures In the GArles river, on which railroad brldses rest, should be removed, and the railroads enter by tunnel under the river, and that there should be constructed one union station into which every road, having its terminus here, should run. There were some BOO of the leading powers of Boston at this banquet given by the Chamber of Commerce, including the Governor, the mayor, and all manner of dipnltarles and plenipotentiaries.

There was a universal recognition that there Is here one of the greatest ratural harbors of the world, and on it is the largest city on this continent that is nearest to England. President Mellen pointed out the practical facilities of Boston a port for New Tork. "The railroad facilities are such" he said, "that you can deliver the first-class steamship travel in New Tork by way of Boston cuicker than the steamships can deliver It in New Tork direct. A steamship can dock in Boston and discharge her passengers Into a train that will land them in New Tork before, under the most favorable circumstances, a similar steamer could land Its passengers at Its pier in New Tork. There Is no excuse for the building of a rort at Montauk to expedite the transatlantic business unless It be that you are not awake to your opportunity, and are again to allow others to profit by your Inactivity.

K-cn If Montauk was developed you could do the major portion of the business offering, for your distribution Is superior to anything possible by that port. Our limited trains can as well, for this business, run to the dock as to the South station, an advantage the other city cannot offer." Boston, as the nearest large city to England, furnishes the opportunity to mane its port at much less expense than elsevrhere. The Immense facilities that Boston can easily have for docking, discharging and distributing marks her out as the true port. The president of the Boston Chamber of Commerce said ii bis speech that opportunity Is now knocking at our very doors," and that if we do not respond and avail ourselves of it the time may come, even five years hence, "when conditions will change and the future will no longer beckcj as It does to-dy. We are proud cf the fact that in the last three years we men of Boston have come to realize- our possibilities and have shown a large measure of public spirit In our efforts tc measure up to the best there Is in us.

But we should not slacken our efforts or allow the spirit of progress or the enthusiasm for yet greater achievement to lag. We must get together, rut aside smalt differences, and Join hands, public and public service corporations, in determined co-operation for the development cf the city and the section in which our common Interests lie." Greater Boston Is becoming a very great city. Certainly Boston did ret tacit for instruction, suggestion and perhaps Inspiration on Easter. Beside all the regular church services cf the city, the miscellaneous ones would amaze one not accustomed to see the announcements. Th ere was a "health and life service, hell by a woman who has built up a society called "The Church of the Higher Life." There was the Ancient Philosophy of Vedanta.

with "lister Deva-rnata" speaking on "Pre-Existence and Immortality;" a Christian Scientist meeting-, with an address on "The Abolition of War;" a "Ccmmonsense Forum." with an address on "Choice of the Audience;" a "First New Thought" meetirg; a Bible association, with an address on "The Keys of Hell and of Peath:" the Metaphysical Club, addressed by some one on "The Death Unto Life;" the "Hamanist Society," with an address; the "New Thought Forum Association," with Dr. Anna B. Parker on "The Way of the Cross;" a "patriotic meeting," with an address on "The Protestant Ministers and the Re i Ain't It home?.