'But when Ned gets through with the clothing, and when He has thrown it aside, what do you do with it then?" "Why, once more we go around the circle complete, And begin to use it for patches for Pete." Anon. BETWEEN THE LIGHTS Dear heart, come closer, while the light I would not have you sorrow so, That one of us, alone, will go From out the light thro' death's dark gate. For life at best is all too short When measured by a love like ours, And death is but an open port To broader fields and fairer flowers. So, while the twilight shades troop past, Selected THE AVERAGE MAN When it comes to a question of trusting In the hour you meet as you can, 'Tis the average man and no other So on through the days of existence, But who wears the swart grime of his calling, And stands at the last with the noblest,- By permission. Margaret E. Sangster. EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE A fire-mist and a planet,— A crystal and a cell,— A jelly-fish and a saurian, And caves where the cave-men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod, Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea-beach, Into our hearts high yearnings Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, A mother starved for her brood,—— Socrates drinking the hemlock, And Jesus on the rood; And millions who, humble and nameless, The straight, hard pathway plod,— And others call it God. Copyright, G. P. Putnam's Sons. By permission. W. H. Carruth. A DAILY MOTTO Verses sent Miss Frances Willard by a devoted friend. It's curious whut a sight o' good a little thing will do; How ye kin stop the fiercest storm when it begins to brew, An' take the sting from whut commenced to rankle when 'twas spoke, By keepin' still and treatin' it as if it wus a joke; Ye'll find that ye kin fill a place with smiles instead o' tears, An' keep the sunshine gleamin' through the shadows of the years, By jes' laughin'. Folks sometimes fails ter note the possibilities that lie In the way yer mouth is curvin' an' the twinkle in yer eye: It ain't so much whut's said that hurts ez what ye think lies hid. It ain't so much the doin' ez the way a thing is did. An' many a home's kep' happy an' contented, day by day, An' like ez not a kingdom hez been rescued from decay By jes' laughin'. HIS LAST REQUEST If "Pat," said the priest, "you're drunk, and I'm going to make you stop this right here. If you ever get drunk again I'll turn you into a rat-do you mind that? I don't see you I'll know about it just the same, and into a rat you go. Now you mind that.' Pat was very docile that night, but the next evening he came home even worse drunk than ever, kicked in the door, and Biddy dodged behind the table to defend herself. "Don't be afraid, darlint," said Pat, as he steadied himself before dropping into a chair, “I'm not going to bate ye. I won't lay the weight of me finger on ye. I want ye to be kind to me tonight, darlint, and to remember the days when we was swatehearts and when ye loved me. You know his riverince said last night if I got dhrunk again he'd turn me into a rat. He didn't see me, but he knows I'm dhrunk, and this night into a rat I go. But I want ye to be kind to me, darlint, and watch me, and when ye see me gettin' little, and the hair growin' out on me, and me whiskers gettin' long, if ye ever loved me, darlint, for God's sake keep yer eye on the cat." The optimist fell ten stories. At each window-bar He shouted to his friends: Selected. "All right so far.” Anon. |