THE B R O T H ER H O O D OF MAN.

13 there, for honest poverty,T hat hangs his Iit-a !. and a ’ tha t?

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 ' th a t:

The rank is but the guinea-stamp. That man is the gowd for a' that!

Wha- though on hatnely fare we dine, W ear hodden gray and a' th a t:

Gie foo'.s the ir silks, and knaves their wine

A m an’s a man for a ' that!F or a ’ that, and a' that,

T heir tinsel show, and a ' th a t;The honest man, though e ’e r sae poor,

Is king o’ men for a ' that!

vesting a Mr.ivi’.le is in the drawn; a sec rid E linor, taken < surprise, stood stock sti hand to her neck, while faded from her face.

He—he has W en t: you," added A gatha, and back her head a little di

"Very kind of him," s having recovered all he "Shall we g> upsta irs?"

"IlUVIlr or

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i ll tae c o lo r

Elinor threw sdainfully. he answ ered. • self-control, she duggest-

Ye see yon birkle ca'd a lord,W ha’ stru ts, and sta res , and a ’

tha t;Though hundreds w orship at his word,

H e's but a coof for a ’ th a t;For a ' that, and a ’ that.

His riband, star, and a ’ th a t;T he man of independent mind.

He looks and laughs a t a ' tha t!

A king can m ake a belted knight,A m arquis, duke, and a ’ th a t;

But an honest m an's aboon his might, Guid faith he m anna fa' that!

F or 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 thatcom e it m ay— As come it will for a ’ th a t—T hat sense and worth, o ’e r a ’ the

earth .May bear the gree. and a ’ th a t;

F o r a ’ tha t, and a ’ tha t,I t’s cornin’ yet for a ’ that,

T hat man to man. the w ar’d o ’er,Shall bro thers be for a ’ that!

—Robert Bum s.

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T H E COLOR OF T H E ROSE

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A gatha 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, en tered th e draw-1 lng room. “W hen did you arrive from ! India?” she cried, as th e ir hands met. j

“T he day before yesterday ,” he a n s - i wered. “How nice of you to come to see m e so soon! Or,” she continued,; as a fain t sm ile crossed his face, “per- j

haps you haven’t come to see me! j Anyhow, Elinor will be here in a few ‘ m inutes. Do. pray sit down—it m ustbe quite four y ears------”

“Nearly five,” said Hugh, tak ing a j chair. "T hat last tim e we m et w as j on Ju d ith ’s wedding day, you know.”

“By the bye,” retu rned Agatha, “we all ra th er expected Ju d ith 's m ar­riage m ight possibly be followed by —<by ano ther.”

“Yee,” m urm ured Hugh, with his eyes on the carpet; “I was hopeful enough to share your anticipations. Is E linor all—all rig h t?” He inquired. “Oh, dear, yes.” “The—sam e 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 th ink so to look a t her. A little more sedate, perhaps and ever so much sw eeter. She has lived with us the last eighteen months, since h e r m other’s death—I suppose you knew. Now, why were cu r expecta­tions disappointed, H ugh?” she asked-

He sa t gazing down a t the carpet as if he were hes tita ting how to an s ­wer, but suddenly raised his eyes to A gatha's fcce.

“The fact is,” he explained a little aw kw ardly, “I was younger and more ingenuous in those days. I—well, I d idn’t see my way to begin a fresh chap ter w ithout saying som ething about th a t which had ended.”

‘‘Elinor w as n e t in terested?” sug­gested Agatha.

“I fancy it had a kind of in te rest for her,” said Hugh.

“Anyhow, it didn’t m eet w ith h e r approval?”

“T hat was scarcely possible,” he answ ered. “But I had counted on her m agnanim ity !”

“Oh, d e a r !” cried A gatha, “how plainly you bring th a t day back to me!I can picture you all in th is room again—everything is ju s t the same, isn ’t it? Of course, you were H arold’s b es t man. I can see you in the church a t his side. Ycu wore a white rose­bud in your buttonhole.”

“Pink,” said Hugh.“B ut I am certa in it was w hite,”

she insisted.“I assure you.” answ ered Hugh,

w ith m uch solemnity, “ th a t the rose w as pink------”

As he was speaking, an electric bell w as heard to ring; and a fte r a momen ta ry hesita tion , A gatha in terrup ted him by rising from her chair. W ith­out a word of explanation she left the room before he could find time to reach th e door. Running dow nstairs she m et in the hall a girl a few years j younger than herself, and as much j like her as an extrem ely beautiful j cousin could be like a ra th e r plain ; 9oe. “E lin o r!” w hispered Agatha, |

ed. and a m inute afterw ard she was sw eeping into the rcom in A gatha’s , wake, her tall figure erect, offering ! Hugh her finger tips.

"Oh. M ajor Melville," she cried, j and during the next few m om ents con- j

versation seemed to Mag. Hugh ap- j

pearetl to lit» suffering from the m ost ! ex trem e depression. E linor looked ■ bored to death, and even A gatha was tongue-tied, until she perceived the u rgent necessity of ven turing a re ­m ark of some kind.

"E linor," she exclaim ed, “Hugh and I have been having a sm all dispute.”

“A lready?” asked Elinor.“About the color of a flow er!” Elinor turned her head languidly,

fixing her eyes on the large, shallow bowl of chrysanthem um s in the mid­dle of the table on her righ t hand. “ W hich one?” she asked. "The one," answ ered Hugh, "that I wore at Ju ­d ith 's wedding—the last tim e 1 was here, you know."

Elinor lifte r her dark eyebrows. “ Did you w ear a flower?" she inquir­

ed.“A pink rosebud," he returned.“ I p ro test th a t it was white," said

A gatha, congratu lating herself on hav ­ing succeeded in breaking the ice.

“ You m ust both have really the m ost m arvelous m em ories,” answ ered Elinor, in a tone which suggested con­tem pt.

“ Obviously one of them m ust be de­fective." said Hugh.

“It isn 't m ine," cried Agatha. “Consequently," E linor insisted,

with the shadow of a sm ile on her lips, “it m ust be yours, Major Mel­ville."

“Surely you recollect----- *” saidAgatha, when her cousin perem ptor­ily in terrupted .

“I really haven 't the s ligh test recol­lection about it.” she exclaimed. “W ell,” continued Agatha, “a t all events, I rem em ber th a t ju s t as we j w ere to drink Ju d ith 's and H arold’s I health , I noticed th a t H ugh's rosebud j was m issing. It had broken off short 1 a t the sta lk . He pretended to be in a sad s ta te of mind about it, and sev­eral of us tried to find it for him—I recollect as well as if it were yes­terday .”

“ Mv own mind is a perfect blank,” said Elinor, and then th e butler again opened the door. "I'm afraid," E li­nor explained, “ that ycu will have to excuse me. I have an appointm ent with my dressm aker. She to a lte r som ething for tonight, and I dare not keep her waiting. Is th a t Mme. Pelisse, R ogers?” she asked.

“Yes, m iss.”“Goob-by, Major Melville,” she said. “Oh,” he retu rned , “ but—but I shall

see you a g a in !”“ 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 A gatha.“I am going to m ake Hugh stay and let me give him som e tea. Make haste and dispatch Mme. Pelisse! You will be back before he goes.” On re tu rn ­ing a fte r closing the door, Hugh took up his position with his back to the fireplace. A gatha did not speak for a few seconds, and then he breathed a profoundly depressing sign:

“Of course,” said A gatha, ‘ such a lapse of memory is a very bud sign—’’

“W ell,” he answ ered, “I fancy it is, though for th a t m atte r I feel half dis­posed to envy her.”

“ Now I wonder,” she m urm ured,“ w hether you would thank me------”

“ W hat fo r?” he inquired perfunc- torilv.

“If I convinced you th a t you have made a great m istake? 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 im agined you w ere taiM ng about som ething else.” he m uttered. “But still. I am convinced—in fact, Iwould give any odds------”

“Will you mind excusing me a m inu te?” she cried, and once more she left Hugh alone. W hile he stood w aiting in front of the nre Agatha re-entered with a sm all book in one hand, substan tially bound in black morocco.

“Are you going to convince me by testify ing on o a th ?” dem anded Hugh, with m anifest astonishm ent.

“I am going,” said Agatha, “to per­form an extrem ely shabby trick . I can only hope th a t the end may be thought to justify the m eans.”

Opening the book in the middle, she held it tow ard Hugh with a ra th ­er theatrical gesture, so that he could see a pressed, w ithered rosebud which had been broken off a t the sta lk .

“ You see,” she cried, ‘'th a t it is w h ite!”

It appeared to be a volume of se­lections of a devotional character, printed on India paper, and it seem ­ed to Hugh th a t there was som ething in tim ate and se cre t about it, as if

“ El [noragain sr. has sh 3 tr:wit ho ’it w

“ Is yo re-aw akening?’

" she faltered, have helped to

(lower after a i l!”■perhaps, 1 may have j seveu

th e re w ere a kind ot sacruege tn show ing i- by the light of day. A wave of em otion passed over him as he took the pressed bud betw een his thum b and forefinger:

"W hose is the book?" he inquired. “E linor’s.”“ W hat is E linor's, pray?”T urn ing guiltily, they beheld her on

the threshold, and then they saw all th e courage go out of her.

“Oh—A gatha!” she cried reproach ­fully, darting forw ard and regaining possession of her book, although Hugh continued to hold the crushed rose­bud But A gatha lost no m om ent in quitting the room.

"E linor stood with the !><X)k pressed bosom, breath ing quickly

tried to look into Hugh's face wavering.>ur memory

he asked"V ery—very faintly,“Because you m ust

look for t.h “ Perhaps

done," she said“ And you found it,” he suggested,

holding it. betw een h is finger and thum b, as he drew nearer. “You thought ir worth keeping.”

"It m ade,” she cried, “ a —conveni­ent bookm arker.”

“Do you read the book o ften ?” he asked.

“ Every night of my life.”“And—every night of your life—

during the last five years,” he con­tinued, “you looked a t the flower andycur thoughts have turned to------"

“Oh, please, H ugh!” she pleaded. “Every night, your thoughts have

turned to the E a s t!”“Anyhow,” she m urm ured, “surely

one's thoughts ought to be held sa ­cred .”

“Not," he said, with a sm ile, "un ­less they were hallowed by charity . E linor," he added, tak ing one of her hands, “w hat was the cause of your fo rgetfu lness?”

“You see," she retu rned , “the rose has lost all Its fragrance .”

“ Do you m ean,” he asked, “th a t you did not know w hether my love had faded too?”

SOUTHERN BEAU DOGS.SORT OF HOUND IT T A K E S TO

H U NT BRUIN.

Pecul i a r Breed cf Dogs Raised by

H unters of the Unaka M ountains— Stor y cf Old Jude, a Fa mo u s F i gh t ­

er, and He r Las t and Mcst Despe r ­

ate Struggle.

Mr. M arshall W. Bell, a young a tto r ­ney of Cherokee county. North C aro­lina. while in Charlotte, told a C har­lotte Observer man an in teresting story of a breed of bear dogs that has been in his section of the sta te 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 L ittle Snowbird creeks on the other," -said Mr. Bell.

'Mr. J H. D illard and c h e r s killed bears last season, some of whh h

had

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“A gatha was quite right," E linor ex­claim ed, with an abrupt change of m anner. “The bud was alw ays white."

"Anyhow,” he urged, "she was right in re tu rn ing it to m e?"

“Oh. well, cf course it—it is yours,” said E lincr.

“And so are you,” he whispered, with an im pulsive action which seem ­ed to signify her com plete appro p riation .—Black and W hite.

The Goo-Goo Unlawful.The m isdem eanor of flirting is de­

scribed with such particu larity of de­tail and specification in the ordinance ju s t enacted by the city council of

oing 1 Houston, Texas, th a t no m asher need plead ignorance if apprehended in the ac t of com m itting any of the evil deeds th a t constitu te his highly ob­jectionable art.

He is not to m ake rem arks at an in­opportune time, nor cough in an in- opiiortiine way, not cast glances of any sort w hatsoever in an inoppor­tune direction, especially such glances as are commonly called goo-goo eyes, which, by the way, are not so accur­a tely described as m ight lie desired.

The said goo-goo eyes, being, we be­lieve, a product of Buffalo, N. Y., are perhaps not widely known by th a t nam e in Texas, w here the m asculine fist has alw ays been ra th er prone to knock out any m asculine optic th a t hath m anifested a tendency to the goo-gooish, w hether identified by tha t nam e of classification o r not.

B arring th is lack of specification w ith respect to goo-goo, the law is not only com prehensive, but so plain th a t the maximum fine of $100 may prop­erly be imposed for every proved vio­lation 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 th a t the Graham county bears have m igrated to the Mis­sissippi R iver bottom s; old hunters claim th a t they do that occasionally ; v hen m ast is scarce. But th is year is ; an exception ; we usually have plen­ty ot bears.

"The P lo tt bear dog is a growth has been in the m alting for many gen­erations. 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 P lo tt dogs.

"Old man Plott. the orig inator of this breed, lived in the Balsam Mountains. In looks and appearance the dog is like a massive cur of the m ost repulsive sort. He will not run anything but a bear and a coon, whose scent is some-

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went. Milting and te a r in g ? er until they were 100 van 7 ^ p ’uoce " h e r e the fish t began * J * I

v as tired out by the time the ^ unt t,> him. When ,hp h H

ere,i a t .,h e 8 ‘̂ of the -leataoH^ was missed 1{er friend*

sear, h of her. and found h e r? 1 they considered a dangerous ^

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of the party made a litter of J °> ;ts and carried her dose bear and stret.hed her on the

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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 Rooseveltm

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 certa in m erchant of Baltim ore,

who is well known for his philanthro ­pic spirit, wa«s approached one day by an Irishm an, form erly in his employ, who m ade a touching appeal for financial assistance. Said he:

“I tru st, sor. th a t ye’ll find it con­venient to help a poor m an waose house an ’ every th ing in it was burned down last week, sor.”

The m erchant, a lthough he gives w ith a free hand, exercises consid­erab le caution in his philanthropy, so he asked:

“Have you any papers o r certifi­ca tes to show th a t you have lost everyth ing by fire, as you say?”

The Irishm an scratched his head as if bewildered. F inally he replied:

“ I did have a certifica te to th a t ef­fect, sor, signed before a notary ; but unfortunately , sor, it was burned up with the rest of me effects!”—H ar­per’s W eekly.

In the Good Old Days.Mr. Holyoke, a B ritish w riter, re ­

m em bers a tim e when “only four men in Birm ingham had the courage to w ear beards.” and only m ilitary offi­cers were allowed to w ear a m us­tache. In the good old days one pump in a yard had to serve working-class families.

The Sahara has over one-half a rea of the United S tates.

from ninety to 110 pounds, and his body is knotted w ith muscle, and his most strik ing 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 w ith in any way, but will take care of him self 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 th a t you can m us­ter. He is a solemn sort of dog, and makes but few friends. If you tre s ­pass on his righ ts you m ust 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 m ountains. She whelped a litte r of puppies. It required days of searching to find her littie ones, which had been deposited in a hollow log in a dense th icket of laurel. Like a lion guarding her young, old Jude watched her babies and it re­quired strategy to get them to the house. Denton tried to take the lit- Ie fellows while Jude was here, hut he soon saw th a t 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 P io tt dog in the best light. She was a line individual. One day when in her prim e she led a race after a 500 pound bear and held him a t hay un ­til a hun ter came and shot him. This is the tim e she came near being killed.

"The hunt was on Steel T rap ridge, that leads to Snowbird Creek, in G ra­ham. The dogs struck the trail early in the m orning and ran it until well up in the day, when the bear made a stand after a lively run over the m oun­tain 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 w ithin rifle range and fired a shot into the bear. Old Jude knew well w hat to do when the bear tu rne 1 on her. She had the courage to attack him, but her tra in ing was such that she made it w arm and unpleasant for the grouchy old anim al w ithout clos­ing in on him.

“W hile the o ther dogs charged a t his head she would approach him from the rea r 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, b iting and harassing was kept up and the sk irm ishing fight made so fast and furious th a t it took the breath out of the bear. The dogs are tau g h t to do ju st th a t sort of fighting until the gunner arrives and does his part, which is to wound the anim al so tha t he cannot get away.

“On th is particular day old Jude was a t her best. She drove hard in the chase and kept the younger dogs h u st­ling to keep up w ith her, and in the round-up battle she did clever work. She so directed the fight that not a single dog got h u rt until a fte r th° shot, the signal to close in, was fired. The bear was kept busy.

“A hun ter heard the change in the

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the g®.havehunters, as well as the dogs

BLUE VESSELS BRING STORl

M a in e S a lt s L o o k 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 tha t it is no wonder the tread» had. The blue schooner is cotait a rank hoodoo, ami is cussed roc every time she puts in an appeap-

The 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 have a 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

“There's a blue schooner! w hat's making of this weather,a-; won't see no change till shei here. A blue schooner is a ! anyway, 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 show i 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« sh ift his dunnage into a bag -’_ he was all r i ght ”— or 1

The English Girt- The last decade, says

Tim es of India, has witness ■strik ing development mth a t 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 impress1her of tall, vigorous girl-of physique put tlieir m -„r-u-J into the shade.

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