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Delia's Lift the shtore, me fri'nd, ahnke me hand; I’m the gladdest man, bcdad, that land! Betther news, it seems to me, Delia liked naught but that so, whin I would shp a flat, She would say, as if before: Many times I naked her and got the same reply; So I thought it over, and I told mesill, says 1: “She has quite decided. as I should have seen be: fore, Weeks and months 1 niver saw her; thin plisant day, Goin home at six o’clock, she joined me by way. Faith. we fell to talkin Just as aisy as betore. Thinks I: “Dom that shtorel Dom ltl But I hate it more and more Then all of a part. Della whispered aoltly, wid a shmfle that hurt: “Thomas, I must tell you somethinâ€"I {01 (are. Well, thin, you’ll bclnve me, it was very nisy fixed; Sure the banns are published. and the weddin’s Sunday nixt. There's me band; now shake it as you nlver shook before. Delia'l lift the shtorel Delia won't be workun any more! â€"H. A. Crowall in Puck. In a small, barely furnished room sev- eral stories above the street a young art- ist had his studio. Even on bright. sun- shiny days the apartment had an air of dreary discomfort. Today it was mining, and the wind was howling a dismal acâ€" companiment to the artist's thoughts, which were of the most somber descrip- tion. For the past three years he had occuâ€" pied his present quarters and as yet had been unable to obtain more than a living described as being meager from the sale of his pictures. Indeed there had been times when in order to keep the wolf from the door he had been obliged to sue- rifice some of his best work at very infe- rior prices. Today he was asking him- self whether it were wise to continue in his chosen profession. “\Vonld I not do better." he asked him. self, “to give up painting altogether, realâ€" ize what little I can from the sale of my pictures and go into some other pursuit ?" At this point in his reflections he arose and, glancing out of the window, saw that the rain had ceased and the sun was making its appearance. Just as he had made up his mind to go out for a long walk to divert his thoughts into some more pleasant channel there came a rap‘at his door. He opened it and ushered into the room two visitors, a gentleman and a lady, both past the prime of life and evidently people-of wealth and culture. “‘Gerald Marston, I believe?” said the gentleman in an inquiring tone. “That is my name." said the artist. “Pray. be seated.” -“-1\'I‘y' minis; Harlow," said the gontle- mun. “Let me also introduce my wife, Mrs. Harlow." Ythn they were all low continued: “We have come to you on business, Mr. Marston. \Ve have brought you a commission to execute. I will explain to you fully the nature of our wishes. Twelve years ago today we lost our only child. a beautiful little daughter, 6 years old. I need not tell you what a calamity this loss was to us nor what sorrow it has occasioned us. Our only consolation has been in looking at her likeness. an oil painting. made about three months be- fore her death. Now, it has occurred to us that it would be a source of much gratification to us if We could have a por- trait made from that, but representing her as she would be now if she had lived.” Gerald opened his eyes very wide at these words. but prudence caused him to remain quiet and let his patron further announce his wishes. “Just as I was about to give up art a1- togother," he thought, “here comes a commission that for originality and oddi- ty is ahead of anything I ever imagined. I must take as the foundation work a child of 6 and. peering, forth into the fu- ture with my mind‘s eye. must see and paint the woman as she will be. I con» less I am quite taken with the oddity of the thing. But Where am I to find a suitable model?” As it in answer to his query, a rap was heard at the door. and. opening it. he saw the figure of a young girl of perhaps 18 standing before him. As shestepped into the room the artist It a glance noted the rare head. with its bright, golden hair. that so perfectly har- monized with her large blue eyes, both being set off by a fair, clear complexion. She was, perhaps. a degree too slender. but was otherwise of faultless form and carriage“. “I cafilé to inquire.’-’ said the ‘girl, "if you could make use of my services as a model." Her voice was clear and dis- tinct. but soft and low toned. ...+.¢..+.+-~oow AN ARTIST’S "Have you had any experience in that llne?"_n8ked the artist. “No.” said the voung girl. “but my cir- cumstances now require me to earn my own living. I have never learned any- thing by which I can make a living, and I thought perhaps I could begin at this.” 80 saying. she handed him a letter from fore DELIA LEAVES THE STORE Delia’s Im the ahtore; Delia won’t be workun "What! And lave the ahtore? What! And not. be workun any more!" th to lave the ahtore. Well, then. I won‘t as! Tom, I've lift the shtore; Tommy, I ain’t workun u A Slnzular Request and How It, Terminated. :1: her place. you know, and thought '0! ,...°....-... ng-Q-cfio-O-IM auddint as we miched the place to ~owo~+~w COMMISSION. fike to her of marriage and she‘d niver heard the like I; ask her mny more.’ somethinâ€"I forgot be- that’s livin in the anny more. was never told he- seated. Mr. Har- army more!" so ahtop and m-O-u-‘c-Q-u-é hit me one the artist “You may come tomorrow Miss Warren,” said the artist had‘finished reading the letter duction. -Thnt afternoon. according to agree- ment. the oil painting 0! the child he was to represent arrived at the artist’s studio. Gerald was immediately struck with the close rcscmblance between the features of the child and those of his model, Isabel Warren. “A very form said to himself. engage her." The artist sont that his work was upon receiving this me: MW and his wife dmw studio. Isnbol \Varron away, and the artist wax studio. Isabel \Varron had just ,gone away, and the artist was alone. He sat by a Window. alternately contemplating the beauty of the clear autumn day and turning his attention to his completed work. He had wrought upon it until he could do no more. He was satisfied with the result of his labors and felt confident that his patrons would be pleased. Soon he heard footsteps outside, and in a moment Mr. and Mrs. Harlow stood be- fore him. Long and silently they stood and gazed at the picture. Not a word was spoken until after several moments Gerald said in a low tone, hesitating to disturb their thoughts: V “Are you satistied‘with my work?" As he spoke he noticed that the tears were slowly gathering in the lady’s eyes. She could not speak. Mr. Harlow was also deeply moved. Turning to his wife he said: “We know now more than ever what we lost." Th‘e lady could no longer agitation and sinking on a by burst into tears. “At that moment Gerald open door in response to a rap, and Warren now stood before them. ”1\Ir.â€"fi;1:low and his Wife looked at her in dumb amazement. The lady was the first to speak. “77iinfliéflt’1iis, Mr. Marston? Who is this young lady?" she asked. 7 r Be'fore 'Geraid could reply said: “I see that this is your model, Mr. Marston. Let me congratulate you. As for ourselves, what has seemed to us a wonder work of imagination and divi- nation is in reality but a painting of this young lady. Was it Well to try and im- pos‘e upon credulous people?" . n,,,-l: Ev..- -l.__‘ V V With admii'hble slelf‘ control Gerald said: “You are quite mistaken, Mr. Harlow, and if you will allow me I think I can convince you of this.” Then turning to Mrs. Harlow he introduced Miss VVar- ren to her and then to Mr. Harlow. “I am much gratified at your explana- tion, which is entirely satisfactory to me,” said Mr. Harlow, who was now looking intently at his Wife. That lady had risen and, taking Isabel by the hand. said: “I am so glad to have found you, my dear. It seems as if I already knew you and that we were the best of friends." The tears were in her eyes and in her voice as she continued: “Would you not like to come awhile and visit us? We would be so glad to have you. But per- haps your people may object?” Isabel looked gratefully at her newly found friend as she said: “I will be very glad to visit you. I am all alone in the world, and I have no one to consult.” mutmfl friend, introducmg her to the “It you tell me where you live, I will send my carriage for you tomorrow,” said Mrs. Harlow. Isabel gave the desired information, and then bidding all good afternoon left the apartment. When she was gone, Mr. Harlow handed the artist a check which represented more money than Gerald had made in the three years pre- vious. “You are very generous,” said the as- tonished artist. “Have you not made 2 mistake?” at at all,” said his patron, with a smile. “You deserve itâ€"every cent. My friends shall hear of you. Before long we will have you established in finer quarters.” . Gerald Marston became famous as an artist. who, in painting form and fea- ture, portrayed the heart and soul. .u,, The day aftel; the interview in the artist’s studio Isabel Wan-en was driven to the home of the Harlows. Her visit became prolonged for one reason and an- other until nt last she said to Mrs. Har- low: yo...._.~, V “I Eeally must go tomorrow. I have made such a long stay." “Are you not happy with us, Isabel?” asked Mrs. Harlow. 761), yes. I am very happy here in- deed, but 1_ am afraid I have taxed your hospitality too lupg already.” “It would not be too long for us, my dear. if you staid with us always," said Mrs. Harlow. and. looking affectionately at the young girl, she continued: “We have talked it over, Isabel, and it you’ wish to stay with us and be our daugh- ter we would like, above all things. to have it so." The young girl looked at Mrs. Harlow tor a mpment in surprise, and then going over to her said in her quiet way: “You are very kind tome. and if you want me I will be very glad to be a daughter to you. 1 will try to deserve your goodness." ‘A__ . .. I .1 v . D~-_,, So it was decided that Isabel should become the adopted daughter of the Hur- lows. The great need of the bereaved parents was now filled by this young life, and the living daughter came to fully take the place of her whom death had called away. As Isabel became sur- rounded With the advantages that she had all her life been craving she develop- ed great beauty of expression. She be- came daily more like the portrait for which she had been the model. Happy ever in her new home. Isabel knew onee more the love and care of parents, and to them she was an unfail- ing source of consolation. The old life of longing and unrest gave place to a new life that was bringing with it prance. joy and contentment. fortunate coincidence," he elt. “I have done well to lmme: Mr. Harlow control her couch close opened thg morning, when he of intro- Isabel {CHILDREN'S COLUMN. Arthur Lane and His Pair of Educat- ed Pugs. Chicago has a boy phenomenon in the animal training lin. 'I0 is Muster Ar- thur Lane, aged 10 Mars, and he has accomplished some remarkable results with 0‘ pair of pug dogs. AI,_L . .. R"... .. He has broken them to harness so that they will trot either single or double, and to my the performance one dog has been taught to seat himself in the little wagon while the other acts as horse. The pair of pugs are father and son and are named respectively Ruffles Senior and Ruflles Junior. They are so tractable that a little 3-yearâ€"old friend of Arthur's drives them with perfect safety.- Wlwn the writer called upon this youthful trainer, the dogs were hitched to a small sulky which the lad had him- self constructed. “No. I» iinvewnot found the work of training the Rnflieses diflicult,” he said in answer to an inquiry. “It has indeed been a very simple process, requiring] only patience and time. They are clever little animals, desnite the fact that they are pugs, a fact, the way, which they seem to have entirely forgotten. for they enter into the spirit of the work with quite as much interest and ambition as would dogs that are credited with a far greater degree of intelligence. “The older dog is one of a pair and is 7 years old. The younger one is 2 years old and is about the thirtieth son of a large family, which, of course, is widely scattered. The two in question, Rufiles Junior and Senior, are the most impor- tant local representatives in the male line. Both answer to the name Ruff, but I have them so trained that they under- stand me when I designate which I mean by saying Junior or Senior. “Old Ruff. despite his years, was easily taught. I commenced his training by hitching him to a little light snlky. which I had constructed, and driving him around a ring. Beforelcommencing his lessons. though, I had brought him un- der absolute subjection of my will, and I i had only to show him What was required to insure his proth sympathy and obedi- ence. ‘ enough by observation, I put him in the shafts of the wagon, and Ruffles Senior ' took his place on the seat. I soon taught him to hold the reins. “Ruflles Senior knows the letters of the alphabet and will bark ‘yes‘ if A is lput before him and he is asked if it 'stands for apple. If I point to B or O and ask the same question, he will growl and shake his head. He also. tells time. I’ll inform him {it is 4 o’clock and then say, ‘Ruff, what time is it?’ He will bark four times. They will both refuse to eat. no matter how hungry, if I tell them the food isn’t paid for or that I 7 haven't had any.” “Yan Ruff watched with much inter- est the stately demeanor of his progeni- tor. When I thought he had learned The Shah’s Globe. Professor Henry \Vard of Rochester, who recently returned from a trip through the orient. visited the palace of the shah of Persia while at Teheran, the Persian capital. says the Newcastle (Eng- land) Chronicle. In his description of the things he saw he says: “The object that struck me as being the most remarkable was a globe made for the shah and on which be probably studied geography. It is fhe most re- markable one in existence. “As near as I could judge. it was three feet in diameterv correctly made, the seas, continents and every part of it composed of gems. My recollection does not serve me exactly. but I remember that Persia was made of turquoises, that being the national 'gem. so ‘0 speak. ~ .. “Africa was In rubies, England and France in diamonds, and so on, every portion being covered by beautiful gems, and the seas by emeralds. It contained 75 pounds of gold, and there were 51,330 gems in all. I was told that it was worth £947.000 and was a mere bagutelle. from all I could understand. and was made to utilize some of the vast store of gems owned by the shah." ' A Small Boy’s Pluck. In a Kew bridge tram in London 1215! Week a smaH boy was observed to be surl- A YOUNG DOG TRAINER. MASTER ARTHUR A. LANE. OUT FOR A DRIVE. denly agitated, but regained his self con- trol after a few moments. Soon after the conductor appeared and asked for fares. “'hen he stood before the small boy, there was a slight pause. and the passen- gers were surprised to hear the following: “Pleathe charge it to my papa; I’ve thwallowed the money.” Frankie’s Threat. Frankie was bathing one day with his playmates when his big cousin caught him up suddenly and ducked him in (1 huge wave. He came up spluttering. and as soon as he caught his breath he shrioked: For Babies. The clothes of an infant, and especially those which come in contact with its body, should be soft and clean. Its hedâ€" clothes must be kept well aired, free from dampness and unpleasant smells. Very young children should be kept us much as possible in a recumbent position. Do not let a child sit upright for the first six months, else he will have a weak hack afterward. Too strong a light is very injurious to a young child either in- doors or out. They should be shielded from any high winds. Sloeififiis tile great strengthener of chili drOn when it is natural. Avoid all glar ing light. We are aware that some people will deem this regularity unnecessary, but from the cradle to the grave we are all more or less the creatures of habit, and from the time a child first begins to no- tice anything its habits may be said to commence. Sham Invitations. “It is all very well," remarked a society girli “to be grateful for favors received, but it is rather .hard to have to thank people for what you never get. It seems to me that I am continually called upon to make acknowledgments of proposed benefits which are either forgotten or overlooked and which certainly are never bestowed. ‘You must come and stop with me next summer at Newport. my dear.’ says Mrs. Tiptop, and, of course, I thank her profusely and accept with pleasure; but the season passes. and the invitation never arrives. ‘XVhen are you coming to dine with us?’ queries Mrs. Casual. ‘You must really come soon. I will write and see if we can arrange a day.’ But that dinner is never eaten. So it goes on. These invitations seem a sort of counterfeit coin which some soci- ety people try to pass for good money. They really delude themselves, too, in thinking these sham invitations call for a certain amount of gratitude from the re- cipients." V‘i‘if you drown me. I will tell mammn The spinning Wheel and the flax wheel are still found in the Irish cottages. Where many a girl has her wedding (low- ry of linen and homespun made at home. Although it is more the task of the older women, there are still girls who do their spinning stint and ' lay by a certain amount for their wedding outfit. A pleasant sight it is to see the elderly Irish women outside their cottage doors spinning the flax 01' the wool. As long as the Weather is warm the sturdy Irish wo- man, old or young, scorns a roof except to sleep under. The free air and sunshine are her choice; and the sweet sky is the fairest roof. There is still an excellent market in Dublin and London for homespun and woven goods, and many ladies o! the no- bility have of late done much to restore the industries of Ireland to their former place.~Harper’s Bazar. Beatrice: and Benedicta. An article in a Sydney paper discusses the relative proportions of men to women in the colonies of Oc'eania.* It is true that the disparity of numbers is not so great now as it was! and the tendency is toward equalization. Yet even in South Australia there are only 85 Beatrices for 100 Benedicts, and this is the most highly favored colony. In such colonies as West Australia, “where the gold comes from,” there are only 59 spinsters for every 100 bachelors. In Queensland the percentage of unmarried females to un- married males is .65 and in New South “'ales .76. New South “'ales and Victoâ€" ria can take the largest consignment of female emigrants, for the excess of un- married men is 99.960 in the former col- ony and 73,468 in the latter. In Tasmai nia only 8.875 heroines are required, but. New Zealand requires 43,557 for equal- ity of the sexes. A, Substitute For 3 Powder Pun. “’omen with shiny complexions are apt to indulge in an excessive use or the powder puff that is detrimental in the end to their skins. A substitute that does no harm and succeeds, for the time at least. in softening the appearance of a too highly glazed skin is a piece or cham- ois leather. A specially prepared face leather is sold that acts as a great com- fort to a shiny'or greasy skin, but in deâ€" fault of the prepared article the ordinary Chamois will answer our purpose very well. A pad of tissue paper even ,is use- ful. This or a square of chamois leather will be found of great comfort when go- ing for country excursions in the hot Weather. Her Feelingl. Husband (looking at his wife's check book)â€"â€"You should number every check you send ou_t. Vfi'ifeâ€"But‘] don’t want to, dear. I am ashamed to let the bank know how many I use.-Life. Spin-ning In Ireland. The Barnum-mere Got Out at I and Role, Thank. to ilk-x. “The first company that I was ever with was a barnstorming one," said the well known actor who was in a reminis- cent mood, “and it was my first experi- ence with a bustling, never say die man- ager. Business was poor, we were 200 miles from home, and the outlook was anything but encouraging. But our manager kept us going by one way and another until We had complete faith in his ability to get us home. But at last a hard hearted landlord seized our baggage and refused to listen to the promises of our manager. “We had just enough money to carry us to the next town. and finally the land- lord relented a trifle and agreed to send our baggage on to the next town to be held there until his bill was paid. We gave our manager credit for another vic- tory and took the train for the next town, feeling as good as the itnation. would allow and not doubting for a moment that he would find some way to reclaim the baggage. We had nearly reached our destination when the train left the track, and we found ourselves piled up in a ditch. When I crawled out of the wreck, ‘ the first thing I saw was the manager. “ ‘Anybody hurt?’ he yelled. “‘None of our party, thank God!’ I answvred. “‘VVell, of all the confounded luck,’ said he. ‘I was in hopes that some one had broken an arm or a leg at lenst.’ “Now. that was a funny remark for him to make. and I laid it to the fact that he was rattled by the accident and was not aware what he was saying. But while we were waiting for the relief train he had a good deal to say about hard luck. Suddenly his face brightened. and he called our star eontortionist aside and whispEred something to him. “When the relief train reached the spot. the first man to jump off was a Claim agent, who rushed up and asked if any one was hurt. “ ‘Oh, my son. my son!’ wailed our manager. wringing his hands. I rushed over where he was to see what his game was. and there lay our contortionist in the ditch doubled up into his famous double bow knot. “ ‘Great Scott!’ gasped the claim agent. However, an agent hasn’t anything to do with sympathy. his business being to set- tle with the injured before a lawyer could get hold of them. Our manager between sohs agreed to take $50 in full for all damages, and once more we saw the sil- ver lining to our cloud."~ As to Gold. “We are an intensely practical peo- ple," said the Brhon. “We waste no time trying to gild the gold refined, as the say- ing is.” ..u 91 _ Even if the fellow did not understand our American provincialism he must have gathered from our manner that we were rebuking his sordid materialism.-â€"Detroit Journal. T‘No. you simply copper sarcastically. Seemingly Too Prosperous. “V‘Vo’ll have to try and induce Dr. Goodthiug to move away from hem," said thp hurgess of lovely Agueville. “My goodness! Why?” asked the prominent citizen. “He understands us so well that”â€" 7 “I know, but he looks so prosperous he’s scaring prospective settlers away.”â€" Philadelphia Record. ¢ “Not at all," answered Miss Cayenne. “If Joe Miller hadn’t written better ones than they are, he would never have be- come famous."â€"Wasbingtou Star. Only Piece: Left. “You sent a‘ collector to see me this morning." said the burly visitor. “Ah, yes! That little bill you owe," re- plied the installmcnt man. “Well?” “\Vell, you’d better send another one up to my house.” ““'hat for?" “To collect the first one.”â€"Philadelpl1la Worth Remembering. "It is the man at the top or the ladder who can reach things," remarked the haughty representative of a' noble fan ily. -- , , 7 A A -Ax» _.._. cage Post. W‘V‘Truo,” remarked the sarcastic max in hompspnn, “hut it is the man at th( bottom who can upset the ladder.”-â€"-Cl1i' An Unpleasant Discovery. Young Ladyâ€"Have you examined 1113 Diane? Tunerâ€"Yes, madam. “What's the reason it won’t make a sound 'I" gun...“ . “Some one has lowered the soft medal and nailed it down.”â€"New York Weekly. Haunted Him. Miss Sue Perstitiousâ€"Do vou take any stock in dreams, Mr. Ledger? Mr. Ledgerâ€"Do I? Why, sometimes after We've been taking stock at t‘" store I don‘t dream of anything else 1 Mr. Ledgerâ€"Do I? Why, sometimes after we‘ve been taking stock at t‘" store I don’t dream of anything else 1 Weeks.â€"Philadolphia Press. ' He:i3ut, of course, thPy will be worn open, as beretofore.â€"-Chicago ans. The Wretch. She-This magazine says that sum mouths are no longer fashionable amon women. Querlcusâ€"You say you gave your wife that $100 you won on the bowling match? What for? Their Strong Polntl. “Women waiters,” said the other mam “are so much neater and cleaner looking than men." “Yes,” responded Mr. Tyteâ€"Phlst, tucking his napkin under his chin, “and you don’t have to tip them." Nugixcfisilintâ€"Pin money.â€"Smart Set. A SAGE MANAGER. relic-f train reached the Soon-lug One. said we