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to such an extent that he was finally dis¬ 
charged in the most peremptory manner, 
by the superintendent. Angered at the 
abrupt dismissal and the stinging rebuke 
which accompanied it, Joe lost all control 
over himself, and drawing a pistol, shot the 
superintendent through the heart. He 
was arrested, tried, and sentenced to be 
hung. His wretched father spent almost 
every dollar he possessed in trying to save 
him; but it availed nothing. Yet the shame 
of seeing his sen on the gallows \s as spared 
him, for Joe died in prison only a few days 
before the time appointed for his execution. 
The day after his death, Mr. Lambert 
went in person to the saloon, and closed it. 
Butler immediately got out a license in his 
own name and opened another near the 
paper-mill, but'the liquors with which he 
filled his bar did not come from Lambert’s. 
With his own hands Lambert emptied every 
bottle into a sink hole back of the saloon, 
and sold the saloon itself for a flour-and-feed 
store. He was convinced at last that Heck¬ 
les had been right in assuring that “What¬ 
soever a man soweth, that shall he also 
reap .”—Florence B. Hallowell, in Prairie 
Farmer , 
Does the World miss any one? 
Not long. The best and most useful of 
us will soon be forgotten. Those who to¬ 
day are filling a large place in the world’s 
regard will pass away from the remem¬ 
brance of man in a few months, or at far¬ 
thest, in a few years after the grave has 
closed upon the remains. 
We are shedding tears above a new-made 
grave and wildly crying out in our grief 
that our loss is irreparable, yet, in a short 
time the tendrils of love have entwined 
around other supports, and we no longer 
miss the one that is gone. 
So passes the world. But there are those 
to whom a loss is beyond repeir. There are 
men from whose memories no woman’s 
smile can chase recollections of the sweet 
face that has given up all its beauty at 
death’s icy touch. There are women whose 
plighted faith extends beyond the grave, 
and drives away as profane those who 
would entice them from a worship of their 
buried lovers. ISIS ... an 
Such loyalty, however is hidden away 
fronLthe public gaze. The world sweeps 
on beside and around them and cares not 
to look in upon this unobtruding grief.^It 
carves a line and rears a stone over the 
dead and hastens away to offer homage to 
the living. 
Spoken After Sorrow. 
I know of something sweeter than the chime 
Of fairy bells that run 
Down mellow w inds: oh, fairer than the time 
You sing about in happy, broken rhyme, 
Of butterflies and sun. 
But oh, as many fabled leagues away 
As the To morrow, when the east breaks gray. 
Is this which lies, somewhere most still and far, 
Between the sunset and the dawn’s last star. 
And know n as Yesterday. 
I know' of something better, dearer, too, 
Than this first rose you hold, 
All sweet with June, and dainty with the dew, 
The summer’s golden promise breathing through 
In white leaves’ tender fold; 
Oh fairer, when the late winds, gathering slow 
Behind the night, shall, moaning sad and low 
Across the world, make all its music dumb. 
Oh, dearer than the earliest rose to come, 
Will be the last to go. 
I know of something sadder than this nest 
Of broken eggs you bi’ing, 
With such sweet trouble stirring at your breast. 
For love undone; the mother bird’s unrest, 
That yesterday could sing. 
My little child, too, grieved to want my kiss. 
Do I forget the sweetness they will miss 
Who built the home? My heart with yours makes 
moan; 
But oh, the nest from which the birds have flown 
Is sadder far than this. 
—Juliet C. Marsh. 
It is much more honorable to beg than to contract 
debts and not pay them. Unless there have been 
reverses that justify the nonpayment of debts con¬ 
tracted under more favorable circumstances, there 
is nothing more unmanly than delinquency. 
Young and old should make home the scene of 
their great and most frequent enjoyments. Wife, 
husband, and children, parents, brothers, and sisters 
are’the warmest, truest and most congenial of all 
friends. 
“It is good enough,” or ‘‘My work is as good as 
that of others,” is not the language of a progressive 
young man. Always do the best you can. 
The law punishes for protection. Life and liberty 
are her wards, and opposition to them she punishes. 
