PERCY H. VAN DYKE, PublUlwr «nd Editor.
NEWPORT. - - ARKANSAS.
LIFE’S BRIfcF JOURNEY.
’Tis a little journey,
This we walk;
Hardly time for murmurs—
Time for talk;
Yet we learn to quarrel,
And to hate.
Afterward regret it,
When too late.
Now and then 'tis sunshine—
Sometimes dark.
Sometimes care and sorrow
Leave their mark;
Often there is laughter—
Often tears.
Sometimes there are losses.
Felt for years.
Yet we walk the pathway
Side by side,
Where so many others
Lived and died.
We can see the moral—
Understand.:
Yet we walk not always
Hand in hand.
Why must there be friction
And regret;
Words and deeds we after
Would forget?
AVhy must there be hatred,
Greed and strife?
Do we need such shadows
Here in life?
’Tis a little journey—
Soon gone by.
Let’s be friend® together
Ere we die!
—Louis E. Thayer, in Springfield
(Mass.) Republican.
A Chance for a Hero
By GEORGE W. ROSE.
MISS DOROTHY COURTNEY is a
Daugther of the Revolution.
In the same sense she Is a daughter
of all the wars of English speaking
peoples since the crusades. Her an
cestors spent so much time fighting
that one naturally wonders how they
came to be ancestors at all.
A courage absolute, is what Dorothy
most admires, and until lately she has
thought her cousin Harold (several
times removed) possessed it.
At present she doubts whether any
man (except the few Courtneys who
haven’t been killed off) is really brave
under all circumstances.
Miss Dorothy and her aunt were at
& summer resort when Harold showed
the white feather and allowed her to
be saved from a swarm of angry bees
by a stranger.
Harold vanished, and the new young
man, a Mr. Kempton, was installed as
hero. He was a reserved young man,
and did not find it necessary to inform
her that there are some men whom
bees will not sting.
Now comes the sad tale of Mr. Kemp
ton’s tumble from his pedestal. He
follow ed Miss Dorothy and her aunt to
Frankfort, and foolishly allowed him
self to go out in a catboat. He might
have had a telegram from home, or
even a vulgar cramp in the stomach,
but, misled by a clear sky and an Ana
nias of a boatman, he went like a lamb
to the slaughter.
A mile from shore a wind struck
them savagely. It slatted the sail,
cuffed the poor little Siren, and jerked
the sheet from Kempton’s hand. The
sail swung out over the bows. Kemp
ton threw himself on the tiller; the
lower fastening of the rudder broke
and the boat was helpless. It swung
side on to the waves and wallowed. A
larger wave struck it awidships and
dumped half a barrel of water into it.
Kempton lost what nerve he had.
“We shall be drowned! There is no
hope!” he cried, white to the lips and
flirpw himuclf info flic bottom of the
boat
Seasickness, combined with the fear
of death, brought him to the lowest
pitch.
Miss Dorothy, sitting erect in the
stern sheets, looked out over the toss
ing waves somberly. Presently she
saw far ahead a most singular sight.
A crazy little canoe was dancing to
ward her at a rapid rate. It seemed
to be sliding sideways from the waves.
It had less of stability than a thistle
down, and it was empty. But beside it,
apparently riding on air, was a man.
As the Siren swung to the top of a
wave Dorothy could see plainer. The
man was balanced on a board far out
to windward from the canoe. He had
furled mizzen sail and jib, hut had
not shortened his mainsail, and he was
fairly flying toward the eatboat. An
instant later he was aboard and had
made his painter fast.
He caught the long oar from the bot
tom of the boat, looped it to the firm
portion of the rudder, and with two
tremendous strokes swung the Siren’s
head up to the wind.
He was a well tanned, busy young
man who did not require instructions.
“Is he dead?” he asked, nodding to
ward Kempton.
Miss Dorothy smiled sadly, for an
image was broken.
“No,” she answered; “he is—sea—
sick.”
“Get up and take this oar,” the
stranger said. “Keep its head up.”
Kempton did not move, but Dorothy
came to the young man. “I think I
can.” she said. “Show me how.”
v He looked a-t her with frank uduiira
tion. “You are the kind of a girl I
like,” he said.
This was abrupt for Miss Dorothy,
but 1 think she liked it. However, he
did not stop to inquire, but clambered
forward and caught the sheet.
In another moment the poor, mis
handled Siren, from being a helpless
log, became a stanch boat, gallantly
lighting the waves, and the captain of
the life-saving station, a mile away,
was calling down from the watcher’s
stand:
“You needn’t go, Jack! There’s one
fool canoe man that knows some
thing!”
“Grand Travers bay is a jolly place
for a canoe man,” young Mr. Hatha
way said a few days later. “I intended
to come here, anyway, but I am grate
ful that you allowed me to come while
you are here.”
“It is pieasant to have you here,”
Miss Dorothy answered, frankly. “And
then you saved my life, you know.”
She liked the well tanned young
man, and she had faith in his courage—
“his splendid bravery,” as she called it.
The people of Traverse City saw a
good deal of this young couple, and a
pleasant sight it was; she, with her
clear-cut face, blond hair and dainty
summer costume; he, dark and alert,
in a blue yachting suit.
The finest setting for these two jew
els was the blue waters of the bay,
with the purple hills beyond. You
should have seen them in the canoe
skimming the waves. She among the
cushions, deep in dreams, while he,
carelessly watchful of wind apd weath
er, pictured to himself a future with
her.
But Nemesis, riding hard, was close
behind Mr. Hathaway.
They were walking one day and
spoke of the revolution. “My grand
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THEY WERE WALKING ONE DAY
AND SPOKE OF THE REVOLUTION.
father’s mother stood on a balcony in
Philadelphia when the American
troops entered,” he said. “She waved
a welcome to them.”
“The old Continentals in their ragged
regimentals,” Dorothy quoted. “My
grandfather’s father was one of them.”
“Perhaps she waved to him,” the
young man said. “Suppose they had
met and loved and married. You and
I would have been brother and sis
ter.”
This statement was open to criti
cism, but the subject seemed to lead up
to something the little lady was not
ready for, and she suddenly discovered
that she wanted to drive. Mr. Hatha
way started to get a carriage. Some
thing in his manner impelled her to
ask if he could drive. He confessed
that he could not.
RAILROAD SIGN LANGUAGE.
SIkiuiIii Communicate What Weeds to
He Said as Perfectly us It Could
He Told In Words.
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It is not deaf mutes alone who em
ploy the sign language. Railroaders
have a tongue of this sort that, since
railroading began, has been growing
until now anything that needs to be
said in it can be expressed as perfectly
as in words, says the Philadelphia Rec
ord. The signals of railroaders are
made with the hands and arms in the
daytime, and with a lantern in the
dark, the lantern signals, by the way.
being comprehensible at a far greater
distance than the daytime ones. The
latter are made with one arm or with
both, at the brakeman’s option. To go
ahead, to stop and to back are the
leading ones. The arms moved hori
zontally and vertically make the two
first signals; the back turned and the
arms pushed out makes the last one.
The main lantern signals are an up
and-down, a crosswise and a circulat
movement. There are, of course, a
hundred other minor signals, and
these vary slightly in different parts
of the country. But the main ones
are ns common and as intelligible
everywhere among American railroad
ers as the English language itself.
Definite Measurement.
“Do you think the world is grow
ing any better?”
"I’m absolutely sure of it,” an
swered the monopolist. “Why, five
years ago I made only a hundred
thousand a year. To-day I am mak
ing that much a month.”—Washing
ton Star.
“To tell the truth, I know less about
driving than a cow knows about set
ting up a spinnaker,” he said. “I don’t
even know what they call the port
side of a horsel 1 will take a driver.”
With a slightly heightened color
Miss Dorothy explained that she
could drive and detested a driver at
summer resorts.
But when they were seated in the
“run about” she relented and gave
him the reins, saying: “I will teach
you to drive, as you taught me to
sail.”
Half a mile brought them to a turn
in the road, the horse trotting se
dately. Mr. Hathaway wras nervous
“We'll have to come about there,”
he said. “How do you do it?”
She showed him, and, bracing his
feet as they came to the turn, he
said:
“Let go the weather sheet!” and
dropped one rein. “Haul in the lee
sheet!”
“No, no,” she cried. “Don’t pull
with both hands!”
“What shall I make this line fast
to?” He hauled it taut and gave it a
couple of half hitches around • his
foot. The horse stopped, looking
around reproachfully.
“She’s in stays!” Mr. Hathaway
cried. “She’ll never make it. Throw
her head over to port!”
Miss Dorothy took the reins and
started the horse. Mr. Hathaway
drew a long breath. “That was a
good maneuver,” he said, looking
back at the turn. “Biit I would feel
better if we had an anchor aboard.”
He was not a grood pupil. He pulled
the reins as he would halyards, and
after learning the use of the whip
kept it going on the smallest provo
cation. Half an hour gave Dorothy
enough of it, and three-quarters gave
the horse too much. Nearing home
he dropped his head, burst the check
rein, and ran furiously.
Hathaway threw his whole wreight
on the reins and they snapped.
The horse had some speed, and,
with ears laid back and long head
stretched well out, ran at a great
clip. The runabout swayed from side
to side dangerously. Dorothy, look
ing coldly at Hathaway, saw that he
was badly frightened.
“She'll go ashore in a minute,” he
gasped. We'll be ground to powder,”
And he began crawling over the back
of the seat.
“I’ll drop over the stern and help
you,” ne cried.
She heard his feet on the road, and
then knew he had let go of the run
about. Then the horse turned down
>a narrow lane, and Dorothy closed
her eyes.
Suddenly a man sprang over a fence
and threw himself recklessly at the
horse's head. Dorothy saw a strong
hand on the bit, a red face, large
flashing black eyes, and a body that
was high in the air at one moment
and the next under the horse’s feet.
Then the race ended and she was lift
ed from the runabout and hurried in
to a hospitable house.
The canoe man vanished, but the
hero of the runabout called on Dor
othy that evening. He was a fresh
faced young man, who blushed when
she gave him her hands.
“Your action was noble!” she cried.
“It was magnificent.”
“I’m the head hostler at Smith’s,”
he explained, proudly. “I can stop
horses dead easy.
She looked at him curiously.
“Are you never afraid?” she asked.
“Oh, lord, yes,” he answered. “I’m
scared to death of a dog!”—Chicago
Tribune.
Keen-Sighted Savages.
The universally acknowledged keen
ness of sight possessed by savages
was made the subject of scientific in
vestigation during the Cambridge an
thropological expedition to Torres
Straits. It was found that the natives
could distinguish objects and their
characteristics at a much greater dis
tance than the members of the expedi
tion could, and a careful test showed
that this is due not so much to strong
er vision as to knowledge of the sur
roundings. When a European becomes
familiar with the.sC he can see as far
as they can. Thus a knowledge of
what to look for is a wonderful help
to the eye. The Indian from our west
can tell a male from a female deer so
far off that the antlers cannot be seen,
but that is attributed to the Indian’s
knowledge of the peculiar gait of the
male.—Science.
Even King* Differ.
The kaiser may not think an Ameri
can girl good enough for his son, the
crown prince, but, says the Chicago
Inter Ocean, King Alfonso of Spain,
who needs the money in his business,
is said to be inclined to listen to the
right kind of proposal.
Aa Above Referred To.
One evening at dinner Ida was
asked if she would have some squash.
She answered “No.”
“No what?” asked her father.
“No squash,” answered Ida.—Little
Chronicle.
Taking the United States as a whole,
the census shows that one person in
every 40 has a telephone. San Francis
10 leads the world in the generality of
telephone use; there one iu 12 has a
telephone.
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