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THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN. 13 there, for honest poverty, That hangs his Iit-a !. and a’ that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare he poor, for a' that! For a' that, and a’ that! Our toils cbscure. ami a' that: The rank is but the guinea-stamp. That man is the gowd for a' that! Wha- though on hatnely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray and a' that: Gie foo'.s their silks, and knaves their wine A man’s a man for a' that! For a’ that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men for a' that! vesting a Mr.ivi’ .le is in the drawn; a sec rid Elinor, taken < surprise, stood stock sti hand to her neck, while faded from her face. He—he has Wen t: you," added Agatha, and back her head a little di "Very kind of him," s having recovered all he "Shall we g> upstairs?" "IlUVIl r or nr ill tae color Elinor threw sdainfully. he answered. • self-control, she duggest- Ye see yon birkle ca'd a lord, Wha’ struts, and stares, and a’ that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a’ that; For a' that, and a’ that. His riband, star, and a’ that; The man of independent mind. He looks and laughs at a' that! A king can make a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a’ that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he manna fa' that! For a’ that, and a' that, His dignities and a’ that. The pith o’ sense, and pride o’ worth, Are bigger ranks that a’ that. Then let us pray thatcome it may— As come it will for a’ that— That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth. May bear the gree. and a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, It’s cornin’ yet for a’ that, That man to man. the war’d o’er, Shall brothers be for a’ that! —Robert Bums. ÏZS252SESH THE COLOR OF THE ROSE Ç-SHSHSHSHSHSÎSBSBSHSHSHSZSHSZSas-tï Agatha rose from her chair with an astonished expression, as the butler announced “Major Melville,” and a ! tall, square-shculdered man, with a j deeply bronzed face, entered the draw-1 lng room. “When did you arrive from ! India?” she cried, as their hands met. j “The day before yesterday,” he ans-i wered. “How nice of you to come to see me so soon! Or,” she continued,; as a faint smile crossed his face, “per- j haps you haven’t come to see me! j Anyhow, Elinor will be here in a few ‘ minutes. Do. pray sit down—it must be quite four years ------” “Nearly five,” said Hugh, taking a j chair. "That last time we met was j on Judith’s wedding day, you know.” “By the bye,” returned Agatha, “we all rather expected Judith's mar- riage might possibly be followed by —<by a n o th e r .” “Yee,” murmured Hugh, with his eyes on the carpet; “I was hopeful enough to share your anticipations. Is Elinor all—all right?” He inquired. “Oh, dear, yes.” “The—same as ever?” he persisted. “Of course, like the rest of us, sh* is so much older,” said Agatha with a laugh. “Although you would scarcely think so to look at her. A little more sedate, perhaps and ever so much sweeter. She has lived with us the last eighteen months, since her mother’s death—I suppose you knew. Now, why were cur expecta- tions disappointed, Hugh?” she asked- He sat gazing down at the carpet as if he were hestitating how to ans- wer, but suddenly raised his eyes to Agatha's fcce. “The fact is,” he explained a little awkwardly, “I was younger and more ingenuous in those days. I—well, I didn’t see my way to begin a fresh chapter without saying something about that which had ended.” ‘‘Elinor was net interested?” sug- gested Agatha. “I fancy it had a kind of interest for her,” said Hugh. “Anyhow, it didn’t meet with her approval?” “That was scarcely possible,” he answered. “But I had counted on her magnanimity!” “Oh, dear!” cried Agatha, “how plainly you bring that day back to me! I can picture you all in this room again—everything is just the same, isn’t it? Of course, you were Harold’s best man. I can see you in the church at his side. Ycu wore a white rose- bud in your buttonhole.” “Pink,” said Hugh. “But I am certain it was white,” she insisted. “I assure you.” answered Hugh, with much solemnity, “that the rose was pink ------” As he was speaking, an electric bell was heard to ring; and after a momen tary hesitation, Agatha interrupted him by rising from her chair. With- out a word of explanation she left the room before he could find time to reach the door. Running downstairs she met in the hall a girl a few years j younger than herself, and as much j like her as an extremely beautiful j cousin could be like a rather plain ; 9oe. “Elinor!” whispered Agatha, | ed. and a minute afterward she was sweeping into the rcom in Agatha’s , wake, her tall figure erect, offering ! Hugh her finger tips. "Oh. Major Melville," she cried, j and during the next few moments con- j versation seemed to Mag. Hugh ap- j pearetl to lit» suffering from the most ! extreme depression. Elinor looked ■ bored to death, and even Agatha was tongue-tied, until she perceived the urgent necessity of venturing a re- mark of some kind. "Elinor," she exclaimed, “Hugh and I have been having a small dispute.” “Already?” asked Elinor. “About the color of a flower!” Elinor turned her head languidly, fixing her eyes on the large, shallow bowl of chrysanthemums in the mid- dle of the table on her right hand. “Which one?” she asked. "The one," answered Hugh, "that I wore at Ju- dith's wedding—the last time 1 was here, you know." Elinor lifter her dark eyebrows. “Did you wear a flower?" she inquir- ed. “A pink rosebud," he returned. “I protest that it was white," said Agatha, congratulating herself on hav- ing succeeded in breaking the ice. “You must both have really the most marvelous memories,” answered Elinor, in a tone which suggested con- tempt. “Obviously one of them must be de- fective." said Hugh. “It isn't mine," cried Agatha. “Consequently," Elinor insisted, with the shadow of a smile on her lips, “it must be yours, Major Mel- ville." “Surely you recollect ----- *” said Agatha, when her cousin peremptor- ily interrupted. “I really haven't the slightest recol- lection about it.” she exclaimed. “Well,” continued Agatha, “at all events, I remember that just as we j were to drink Judith's and Harold’s I health, I noticed that Hugh's rosebud j was missing. It had broken off short 1 at the stalk. He pretended to be in a sad state of mind about it, and sev- eral of us tried to find it for him— I recollect as well as if it were yes- terday.” “Mv own mind is a perfect blank,” said Elinor, and then the butler again opened the door. "I'm afraid," Eli- nor explained, “that ycu will have to excuse me. I have an appointment with my dressmaker. She to alter something for tonight, and I dare not keep her waiting. Is that Mme. Pelisse, Rogers?” she asked. “Yes, miss.” “Goob-by, Major Melville,” she said. “Oh,” he returned, “but—but I shall see you again!” “Some day, perhaps, but I shall be leaving London for a few months. Good-by,” she cried, walking toward the door. “But, my dear child,” said Agatha. “I am going to make Hugh stay and let me give him some tea. Make haste and dispatch Mme. Pelisse! You will be back before he goes.” On return- ing after closing the door, Hugh took up his position with his back to the fireplace. Agatha did not speak for a few seconds, and then he breathed a profoundly depressing sign: “Of course,” said Agatha, ‘ such a lapse of memory is a very bud sign—’’ “Well,” he answered, “I fancy it is, though for that matter I feel half dis- posed to envy her.” “Now I wonder,” she murmured, “whether you would thank me ------” “What for?” he inquired perfunc- torilv. “If I convinced you that you have made a great mistake? Because, tru- ly the rose was white! You look,” she added, with a laugh, “as if you were not inclined to bless the poor flower.” "I—I imagined you were taiMng about something else.” he muttered. “But still. I am convinced—in fact, I would give any odds ------” “Will you mind excusing me a minute?” she cried, and once more she left Hugh alone. While he stood waiting in front of the nre Agatha re-entered with a small book in one hand, substantially bound in black morocco. “Are you going to convince me by testifying on oath?” demanded Hugh, with manifest astonishment. “I am going,” said Agatha, “to per- form an extremely shabby trick. I can only hope that the end may be thought to justify the means.” Opening the book in the middle, she held it toward Hugh with a rath- er theatrical gesture, so that he could see a pressed, withered rosebud which had been broken off at the stalk. “You see,” she cried, ‘'that it is white!” It appeared to be a volume of se- lections of a devotional character, printed on India paper, and it seem- ed to Hugh that there was something intimate and secret about it, as if “ El [nor again sr. h as sh 3 tr: wit ho ’it w “Is yo re-awakening?’ " she faltered, have helped to (lower after ail!” ■perhaps, 1 may have j seveu there were a kind ot sacruege tn showing i- by the light of day. A wave of emotion passed over him as he took the pressed bud between his thumb and forefinger: "Whose is the book?" he inquired. “Elinor’s.” “What is Elinor's, pray?” Turning guiltily, they beheld her on the threshold, and then they saw all the courage go out of her. “Oh—Agatha!” she cried reproach- fully, darting forward and regaining possession of her book, although Hugh continued to hold the crushed rose- bud But Agatha lost no moment in quitting the room. "Elinor stood with the !><X)k pressed bosom, breathing quickly tried to look into Hugh's face wavering. >ur memory he asked "Very—very faintly, “Because you must look for t.h “Perhaps done," she said “ And you found it,” he suggested, holding it. between his finger and thumb, as he drew nearer. “ You thought ir worth keeping.” "It made,” she cried, “ a—conveni- ent bookmarker.” “Do you read the book often?” he asked. “Every night of my life.” “And—every night of your life— during the last five years,” he con- tinued, “you looked at the flower and ycur thoughts have turned to ------ " “Oh, please, Hugh!” she pleaded. “Every night, your thoughts have turned to the East!” “Anyhow,” she murmured, “surely one's thoughts ought to be held sa- cred.” “Not," he said, with a smile, "un- less they were hallowed by charity. Elinor," he added, taking one of her hands, “what was the cause of your forgetfulness?” “You see," she returned, “the rose has lost all Its fragrance.” “Do you mean,” he asked, “that you did not know whether my love had faded too?” SOUTHERN BEAU DOGS. SORT OF HOUND IT TAKES TO HUNT BRUIN. Peculiar Breed cf Dogs Raised by Hunters of the Unaka Mountains— Story cf Old Jude, a Famous Fight- er, and Her Last and Mcst Desper- ate Struggle. Mr. Marshall W. Bell, a young attor- ney of Cherokee county. North Caro- lina. while in Charlotte, told a Char- lotte Observer man an interesting story of a breed of bear dogs that has been in his section of the state for decades. “Black bears abound in the Cnaka Mountains, which form a part of the Great Smokies, and lie about 'the 1 >i- vide,' between the Tellieo river on the one side and the Sauteetla and Big and Little Snowbird creeks on the other," -said Mr. Bell. 'Mr. J H. Dillard and chers killed bears last season, some of whh h had '•It! Ills but the I. Vîtç “Agatha was quite right," Elinor ex- claimed, with an abrupt change of manner. “The bud was always white." "Anyhow,” he urged, "she was right in returning it to me?" “Oh. well, cf course it—it is yours,” said Elincr. “And so are you,” he whispered, with an impulsive action which seem- ed to signify her complete appro priation.—Black and White. The Goo-Goo Unlawful. The misdemeanor of flirting is de- scribed with such particularity of de- tail and specification in the ordinance just enacted by the city council of oing 1 Houston, Texas, that no masher need plead ignorance if apprehended in the act of committing any of the evil deeds that constitute his highly ob- jectionable art. He is not to make remarks at an in- opportune time, nor cough in an in- opiiortiine way, not cast glances of any sort whatsoever in an inoppor- tune direction, especially such glances as are commonly called goo-goo eyes, which, by the way, are not so accur- ately described as might lie desired. The said goo-goo eyes, being, we be- lieve, a product of Buffalo, N. Y., are perhaps not widely known by that name in Texas, where the masculine fist has always been rather prone to knock out any masculine optic that hath manifested a tendency to the goo-gooish, whether identified by that name of classification or not. Barring this lack of specification with respect to goo-goo, the law is not only comprehensive, but so plain that the maximum fine of $100 may prop- erly be imposed for every proved vio- lation thereof.—St. Louis Republic. weighed close to 500 pounds. This ! year, however. Bruin seems to have disappeared from our country; the chestnut crop was a failure and it >s generally believed that the Graham county bears have migrated to the Mis- sissippi River bottoms; old hunters claim that they do that occasionally ; v hen mast is scarce. But this year is ; an exception ; we usually have plen- ty ot bears. "The Plott bear dog is a growth has been in the malting for many gen- erations. and is just alxjut as good as there is in the business. Mr. Jack Dil- iard of Murphy, my home town, is a bear hunter, and he keeps a pack of the famous Plott dogs. "Old man Plott. the originator of this breed, lived in the Balsam Mountains. In looks and appearance the dog is like a massive cur of the most repulsive sort. He will not run anything but a bear and a coon, whose scent is some- irustv , *‘f* q . . tile do Vl- i ritte th»v ' fc-3tj ;• to kin. ^ « " Uv" «Ï-ÎS w„reH ! ,h" «“ 'I he hollow, but she i-ont' 7 she was niuime ! and "“a " ;iM f ' - • her hoa.i ,**!*«% "R,,“n 1 “-t to tnd went. Milting and tearing? er until they were 100 van 7 ^ p’uoce "here the fisht began * J * I vas tired out by the time the ^ unt t,> him. When ,hp h H ere,i a t.,he8‘^ of the -leataoH^ was missed 1{er friend* sear, h of her. and found h er? 1 they considered a dangerous ^ foum of the party made a litter of J °> ; ts and carried her dose bear and stret.hed her on the dug tin lia *ar jerk, she ‘era: tging her mutilated hold of the Iasi '■ar. Sh Parti, era*. was game t0 j Hide was Sis. (l Partiaiij, earned down the tains to her home, a place twelve away, and nursed. She j covered, but remained a rrino he 1 rest of her life. •Wat.-h and Jolly, the preseoti grandsons ofn vreat dogs of their kind % it once, and it„ before they were well a lrt‘ great hunts th“ bovst after Bruin on Santeetla and Si»* creeks in Graham. Bear hunting lim e two strenuous for people > this way. but the good menoffe kee and adjoining counties like■’- and then. President Roosevelt m ers of the pack, are They at had a terribl week Thus. thing alike. The average one weights | do well to pay Messrs. Dillard Unfortunate. A certain merchant of Baltimore, who is well known for his philanthro- pic spirit, wa«s approached one day by an Irishman, formerly in his employ, who made a touching appeal for financial assistance. Said he: “I trust, sor. that ye’ll find it con- venient to help a poor man waose house an’ everything in it was burned down last week, sor.” The merchant, although he gives with a free hand, exercises consid- erable caution in his philanthropy, so he asked: “Have you any papers or certifi- cates to show that you have lost everything by fire, as you say?” The Irishman scratched his head as if bewildered. Finally he replied: “I did have a certificate to that ef- fect, sor, signed before a notary; but unfortunately, sor, it was burned up with the rest of me effects!”—Har- per’s Weekly. In the Good Old Days. Mr. Holyoke, a British writer, re- members a time when “only four men in Birmingham had the courage to wear beards.” and only military offi- cers were allowed to wear a mus- tache. In the good old days one pump in a yard had to serve working-class families. The Sahara has over one-half area of the United States. from ninety to 110 pounds, and his body is knotted with muscle, and his most striking quality of character is grit, pure grit of the finest grain. He will fight to the death, and against great odds. He never gives up even when overpowered. “If you meet him in the road he will give you what belongs to you if he is not interfered with in any way, but will take care of himself if forced to do so. There are two ways to deal with him; let him alone or kill him as quick as possible. If you would strike him use a handspike and back it with every bit of physical force that you can mus- ter. He is a solemn sort of dog, and makes but few friends. If you tres- pass on his rights you must kill him. "Jude, old Jude, was a typical Plott bear hound. Site was kept by John Dentor, whose home was on a creek in a wild section of the mountains. She whelped a litter of puppies. It required days of searching to find her littie ones, which had been deposited in a hollow log in a dense thicket of laurel. Like a lion guarding her young, old Jude watched her babies and it re- quired strategy to get them to the house. Denton tried to take the lit- Ie fellows while Jude was here, hut he soon saw that it would be more dangerous than to undertake to steal cubs from a bear. Therefore the next time Jude came up for food Denton tied her and then fetched the puppies in. Yes. sir. cld Jude had a call from the wild. “The story of Jude will suffice to show up the Piott dog in the best light. She was a line individual. One day when in her prime she led a race after a 500 pound bear and held him at hay un- til a hunter came and shot him. This is the time she came near being killed. "The hunt was on Steel Trap ridge, that leads to Snowbird Creek, in Gra- ham. The dogs struck the trail early in the morning and ran it until well up in the day, when the bear made a stand after a lively run over the moun- tain knobs and through coves. The pace was fast and hard for Bruin; he could not stand it. Being pressed by the hounds, he stopped, backed against a tree, and made ready to fight. At the baying of the- dogs some hunter slip - ped up within rifle range and fired a shot into the bear. Old Jude knew well what to do when the bear turne 1 on her. She had the courage to attack him, but her training was such that she made it warm and unpleasant for the grouchy old animal without clos- ing in on him. “While the other dogs charged at his head she would approach him from the rear and nip his hind legs. At this Mr. Bear would wheel around and snap at her, but she would not be there. She knew how to get out of the way. The teasing, biting and harassing was kept up and the skirmishing fight made so fast and furious that it took the breath out of the bear. The dogs are taught to do just that sort of fighting until the gunner arrives and does his part, which is to wound the animal so that he cannot get away. “On this particular day old Jude was at her best. She drove hard in the chase and kept the younger dogs hust- ling to keep up with her, and in the round-up battle she did clever work. She so directed the fight that not a single dog got hurt until after th° shot, the signal to close in, was fired. The bear was kept busy. “A hunter heard the change in the Thev ajiij, the g ® . have hunters, as well as the dogs BLUE VES SELS BRING STOR l M aine Salts Look Upon Them as- u l a r W e a t h e r Hoodoos. When the weather is contrary; ugly and a fog blanket hangs cfer over the water the old salts of - Maine coast look around to » there is a blue schooner Should a vessel painted any shad* bine be in the harhor the old- grunt in a satisfied way and i th a t it is no wonder the tread» had. The blue schooner is cotait a ra n k hoodoo, ami is cussed roc every time she puts in an appeap- T h e schooner Donna T. Briggss garded as a sure-enough herald weather, for not only is shejg blue, but she is also a three-! and when she appeared in Pot harbor recently, on passage ta" gor to New York, all hands inti*' anchored there concluded that m ight as well turn in and havea sleep. They knew what was or and it came—easterly winds, an fog. Said Captain Baker of the' schooner Wild Pigeon when he- out the color of the Donna T Br “ T h e re 's a blue schooner! w h a t's m aking of this weather,a-; won't see no change till shei here. A blue schooner is a ! anyw ay, ami you won't find one in a hundred that'll paint ave» color. Once in a while you il some blue hatch coamings or i blue striping, but it ain’t popuif “ I 'member once that Cap 'n Lewis of Boothbay Harbor waif take a new schooner built t down east, ami when he went* he found they'd painted the blue. “ ‘Here,’ he says to the be owner, 'you turn to and paints er color on to them hatches,*, get another man to go in i “They painted them brilliant, Fourth-o’-July red, vessel allers had good luck, cap’n was standin’ on the | vessel, watchin' a crew cone s side. The last man to showi over the rail had a blue when the cap'n see it he jd " ‘Here you, leave that ! the wharf, or get back there.' blue don't do on this “The man had to go ashore« shift his dunnage into a bag -’_ he was all right”— or 1 The English G irt- The last decade, says Times of India, has witness ■ striking development m that of the young Eng“« thanks to her broader edu indulgence in <>utdoor games, is now become - Diana. While still h ■ teens, she towers above and in passing along one is again impress1 her of tall, vigorous girl- of physique put tlieir m -„r-u-J into the shade. Friend* ts® . this? hatches i ■s the ■ Load«* ■d b? E who “Whew! gaged? That wavs sai Among What, Lottie ‘ proves «* mattet - that no and bad-tempered there's alvay her. Who's the poof “I am !”—Li*- girl 17*01 reij man-
