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PEdCY H. VAN DYKE, Publlshar and Editor.
NEWPORT. - - ARKANSAS
A THUNDER-STORM.
The pulse of day since noon has beat
At fever heat,
The swooning winds are dead, and still,
Man has no will
To move, except compelled by toil;
For burning soil
Blisters the feet that on it tread,
While overhead
The sun pours down its fiery tide;
The cattle hide
In thickets deep, with rolling eyes;
The varied cries
Of birds that fly upon the wing,
And creeping thing,
Are hushed, as if with boding fear;
For on the ear
The roll of heaven's drums, that beat
Whenever meet
The storm clouds, breaks with solemn tones.
Through valley moans
The gale that rushes from above;
The tree-tops move.
The wind, long dead, has leaped to life,
To jcln the strife
Of elements; the hissing rain
Sweeps o'er the plain
And breaks upon the mountain's brow.
Before It bow
The giant trees, as1 if but reeds
Or earthborn weeds.
But suddenly as tempest came,
With lightning flame,
And heaven’s war drum rolling roar;
Again 'tis o'er.
The sun comes out with blinding glare;
And yet the air
Has something lost of burning he>at,
And bird songs greet
The world, all freshly washed, and sweet.
—John E. Hurlbut, In Springfield (Mass.)
Republican^__
f AME DE BOUE
I By F. H. LANCASTER.
THERE were wet gleams on the fal
len needles and glowing gleams
on the pine tops. For the sun had
come up over the dew-wet forest and
it seemed as if the whole world was
aglow with glitter, and teeming with
the soft, sweet smell of the woods.
But thfe girl heeded all this not at all.
She was a pretty girl, with large eyes
and red lips—a very pretty girl. Her
teeth were strong and white, her
hands, though brown, were small and
shapely. . Her figure, slim. At 15 an
Arcadian maiden has not begun to
grow stout. And she was an Arca
dian? Voila! Why should she not be
pretty? More than pretty now that
her dark eyes flashed and her small
hand clenched. Her strong teeth
ground against each other, then the
full lips gave relief to her swelling
heart. She spoke slowly, her voice
tense with scorn:
“Arne de boue.”
A soull of mud? A harsh saying,
when applied to one’s sweetheart.
True; but the girl was angry and an
angry woman weighs her words but
carelessly at best. If she be an Ar
cadian—eh bein!
Presently the red lips spoke again:
“La maitress d’ecole.”
It was indeed the school mistress and
the tall boy walked close at her side.
They strolled along the crest of the
hill; the girl stood in the valley and
watched. Their heads came close to
gether. People do not need to put
their heads close together to talk
about the multiplication table. The
girl understood. The heads drew
apart, it was as she expected. The
wild flower had changed hands and
he was a born lover.
bow rested Its dainty head upon the
teacher’s breast.
Comment! Those two upon the hill
were not talking about the multiplica
tion table? Mais oui, why should
they? The multiplication table is a
matter for hard benches and stiff
desks. Why should they so much as
think of it out here in the free, glad
woods with the dew clipped flowers
at their feet and mocking birds gone
* quite mad for joy, singing above their
heads. And, viola! with the wine of
youth warm in their blood.
They were of the same age, the
young teacher and the tall pupil. Of
the same age and good to look upon—
comely of figure and fair of face. Why
should they not be glad together?
Why? Ah, it was a big question. It is
a bad thing for a man to marry outside
his own people—it is worse for a wom
an. Ah, a very big question! Hut the
boy had asked himself no question,
was therefore troubled with no an
swer. He liked to walk with the pret
ty teacher anti to talk with her. So he
laid skillful traps for talking and
walking. He was a born lover; most
Arcadian youths are. What then?
The teacher was young and liked to
be talked to and walked with, especial
ly if the voice that talked was rich and
full, and he who walked swung at her
side with a stride masculine and
strong.
Eh bein! It is easy to be glad when
one is young and not on the lookout
for cloud specks that may grow to
storms. When one grows older, one
keeps a spyglass and sweeps the heav
ens by day and by night. One must
have reason. Reason? Mais oui. But
it is not so in youth. Therefore, the
man and the woman strolled on to
gether drinking in the sunshine and
the singing, and talking. What mat
ters the subject of t^eir talk? I hey
spoke to one another. And the other
man ?
Bah, it is not at such times as
these that the teacher thought, of the
other man. While the glamour of this
rich, manly beauty was upon her;
while these full tones trembling into
tenderness filled her ears and while
these wonderful eyes slipped their shj
caresses into hers; why should she
think of a thin, energetic face devoid
of beauty, of crisp, clear tones, of ey es
that met hers calmly,coolly. Once she
had thought of it and against the im
age had sprung that uncanny, h rencli
saying: . „
“Argent comptant porte medecine.
She had hated herself for the saying
—for the thought. How can one be
sordid of soul when one walks among
the pines and has wet flowers prof
fered by slim, strong fingers. And if
the fingers tremble a little in their
eagerness? Voila l’argent! What is
ready money compared to ready love?
! t V, n fniin nr
And Niziie? The girl who stood
watching? Did she weep when the
strollers disappeared leaving her
alone—utterly alone in the heart of the
sweet-scented forest. Her teeth bit
fiercely upon her quivering lip. Again
and again she said it:
“Ame de boue, ame de boue.
Her eyes glittered. She was angry ?
Mais oui.' Had he not spent every
Sunday with her since she began to
wear his ring, two years ago. And
many Sundays before that? Had they
not wandered through hours of sun
shiny weather up and down this little
valley, or sat hand in hand upon the
fallen *.ree trunk? Speaking at longin
tervals—too happy to talk. Sunday
after Sunday for two long years? And
now it was Sunday and she was alone!
Nizile had risen early as her habit
was, to do the cooking for the da^
nnd make herself fine and fair before
he came, then she had slipped away
to the trysting place to await his com
ing. He had come—gathering flowers
for the teacher.
“Ame de boue! a soul of mud!” Those
beads upon her lashes were tears of
i-age then, not loneliness?
Eh bien, women weep for many
things. The great God made them so
lest their hearts break in their breasts
and they die.
Nizile wept. Face down among the
ferns and flowers. Careless of her
pretty dress and the bright ribbon at
her throat. Forgetful of the bangs
she had curled against his coming. She
lay and wept. Why? Who shall say?
A swinging stride came down the hill
side; a rich voice called her name
caressingly. Nizile sprang to her feet.
One hand smoothed her rumpled
dress; the other tiling out in scorn:
“Ya!”
But he did not go. Why should he?
Had lie not seen the look in the other
man’s eyes. The look of a strong man
proof against defeat?
“Cherie,” he said, tenderly, “Ma
petit.
He took her in his arms. He hushed
her bitter reproach with kisses, slow,
sweet kisses, that softened the girl’s
heart and made her forget her anger.
Her head sank against his breast and
his dark beauty mingled with hers
as cheek pressed against cheek. By
and by they sat upon the log, hand
clasped in hand, and said nothing.
A woman walking upon the crest of
the hill looked dow n into the valley and
saw them sitting there. She started
and stumbled. A strong hand caught
her arm. A white hand large and
w ell made. The right hand of a man
who has sat much behind a desk and
made many figures. The well-kept
hand of a man who is neat because
he was born so—because his father was
so before him, and his grandfathers
for many generations. The woman
glanced at the steadying hand and
smiled with sudden kindliness into the
face above her. A plain face, indica
tive of great energy. And as she
smiled she talked to herself. She did
not say: “Argent comptant porte
medecine,” nor yet “Ame de boue.”
She spoke English, saying:
“He has broken finger nails.”
C’est vrai. But, quel voulez-vous? A
broken nail is better than a muddied
soul.—National Magazine.
Couldn't Have lloth.
“You haven’t any fire extinguishing
apparatus in this town, have you?"
asked the dry goods drummer.
“No,” said the village merchant, who
was looking over his line of samples.
“We had to choose between fire ex
tinguishers and a band concert every
Saturday night, and we just had to
h«v« the concerts.”—Chicago Tribune,
APPETIZING SCHCOL LUNCHES,
r*oUi«om« Trifles That Will He Bel*
lulled l»y the Yu mi jar Between
Their Studies.
Some thought should be given to the
preparation of suitable food for chil
dren who are compelled to carry their
luncheon to school. Paraffin paper
may be bought for ten cents a hun
dred sheets, and it should be used for
wrapping sandwiches, celery or cake,
writes Maria A. Hawley, in Good House
keeping. Cut the bread for sand
wiches very thin, spread with sweet
butter, and use a different filling ev
ery day. Graham or whole wheat
bread, with seeded and minced dates,
with chopped nuts scattered over them,
make delicious sandwiches. Buy Eng
lish walnuts shelled, and keep them
in a covei-ed glass jar. Have the dates
washed, dried and shredded, ready for
use, and keep in a glass jar also. The
dates and nuts take the place of meat
nicely. When meat is used, mince it
very fine, to make it sufficiently moist
to spread nicely. Chili sauce, salad
dressing a little sweet cream or lem
on juice may be added, according to
one’s individual taste.
Sardines minced and moistened with
lemon juice make a dainty filling.
Neufchatel cheese on brown bread,
or grated cheese on either white or
brown bread, is very appetizing. A
leaf of lettuce adds to the daintiness
of cheese or mes1 ^andwdches when it
is to be had. Always have some fruit
in the box or basket—an apple, orange
or banana; and for a little surprise
occasionally a few homemade candies,
stuffed dates or figs. A little celery, a
few' olives, a little jar (beef extract jars
are nice for this purpose) of cranberry
or other jelly is always acceptable;
a glass with pudding, custard or sim
ple whipped cream, sweetened and fla
vored, is very nice.
Avoid monotony. A cold luncheon is
not tempting to a brain-weary teacher
or child unless prepared in an at
tractive manner.
TOO HARD A PACE.
fnjndlcioun Choice of Tusks Set for
Children May IIexult In Loose
Learning.
Parents who v*nt to train up a
;hild in the way *e should go should
not ewt too hard a pace for the young
ster or send him over too long a course.
There is such a thing as being too good,
as people who manage reform cam
paigns know, and there is such a thing
as pushing a boy too far toward what
his seniors accept as good, says the
Brooklyn Eagle. There is one man in
this borough who had to read the
whole Schiller because his father re
garded that course as a liberal edu
cation. No doubt it had its value, yet
the same man was around the other
day inquiring the plot of Schiller’s
“Robbers,” so the idea obtained in that
study did not stick very tight.
Another person of middle age in
Brooklyn was paid to read Plutarch’s
“Lives” when he was nine or ten years
old in the belief that it would wean
him from fairy stories and tales of
adventure. It kept him pretty busy
for some days, but it was money hard
earned, and for years he could not re
cover from his repugnance for clas
sical names. The Greek and Roman
heroes wei*e not half so real to him
as Indians were, and he never could
think that Romulus was half so big a
man as George Washington. The trou
ble here was that a course of reading
was prescribed too soon. Half a
dozen years later the bribe to read
the “Lives” might hardly have been
needed. And it’s a question if some of
the moral precocities exacted of
youngsters are not almost as hindering
to a sound moral development in tne
future as are #iese urgings to acquire
a university tone of mind at ten.
There is another man in this bor
ough who bad a pious aunt who when
was It years old gave him a dollar
for reading the Bible through. He
earned the dollar, but be never read
the Bible since and eventually drifted
into journalism. There may be cause
and effect here.
Apple Pudding:.
Fill a pudding dish with sliced sour
apples. Make a batter of one table
spoonful of butter, one-half cupful of
sugar, one egg, one-half cupful of
sweet milk, one cupful of sifted flour
in which lias been stirred one tea
spoonful of cream tartar and one-half
teaspoonful of soda. Stir the above
well together and pour over apples.
Bake in a moderate oven until crust
is brown and apples are tender. Bat
with cream and sugar.—Albany Argus.
Coffee Moms.
This is an excellent dessert for either
hot or cold weather: quarter box gel
atine dissolved in one-quarter cupful
cold water; one cupful strong coffee,
five tablespoonfuls sugar, yolks of four
eggs. Put in dotible boiler and cook
until thick. When cool, fold in pint
whipped cream and one teaspoonful
vanilla. Pour into mold and put on
ice until ready to serve. — Boston
Globe.
Accounted For.
Cumso—1 wonder what makes
Snooper look so sheepish.
Cawker—Well, there are bis mut
ton-chop whiskers, you know.—De
troit Free Press.
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