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- IE A stretch of azure sky, changing to the opal tints of evening; a smiling ex panse of sea, with a long line of curling breakers lathing the sandy beach that is what Rosa might have seen as she stood by the calla lily hedge, with the faint breeze stirring the magnolia blossoms. Yet it is doubtful if she saw any thing. Her eyes held a dreamy far away look, and the wavlng green branches outlined like lacework against the evening sky, the wind ruffled stretch of sea and the scent of the wilderness of bloom were lost up on her. In her arms was a profusion of lil ies, spray upon spray, almost more than her slender arms could carry, for the morrow was Easter day. Tall and stat ely as a lily herself, Rosa stood, lost in meditation, her face scarcely less fair and pure than the waxen blossoms, and as colorless, save for the scarlet mouth with its haughty curves. A pure, proud face was hers, and cold as the white mist that, like a dim squadron, was stealthily marching in from the sea. On the still, languorous air, suddenly a clear, sweet note rang out-the chimes of the old mission bells. The sacred music reached Rosa's ears, arousing her from her reverie. Dis engaging one slender hand she made the sign of the cross; her lips moved silently. There was a sound near at hand of slow, halting footsteps. A man, young, but of haggard countenance, was ap proaching under the shadow of the acacias. But Rosa only heard the vesper chimes. Nearer the man drew until he stood humbly before her, his head bared, his shabby hat in his trembling hand. He raised his eyes, full of dumb wist fulness -to her face. The passionate love and despair of a tortured soul was in them. He stood motionless, as on awaiting his sentence. Sweet and high the chimes of the bells arose and fell. Something like a sob escaped the man's lips; his thin, brown (ingers ''orked convulsively. ION "ivR RM wS IP Asi rmadeaRs tre an ure ersmbeeesuonhm A swft rimsn foode he fac an "It is frI ra, Rosa mi."fateedtedn She uried her obeadye podn him. Aswifte bcso apace her fae andfu Huden reifted hanit a whitemo awthrd is upon her heaips.oom ThNasae eI invseechil frhecr "t;it is no to m tebl the thanI Smheraed Olhe hedsiroudly seethe faee toback a pace; ther beativenes moutharge cnno ivdea.he n tinof tha an haelstd the. unspome, adords upo .Mhe lovitydissoc.ba "ray, spahou mwilt beseech the, car wota y ithotg tI am."eteetatI amThere" Osyhe siren tol seorn. faTo face dared athyom torgienafes courage. dishonotiv andcrimee nwd ntstntknownhv loto the Tlln-e taot only the lncle' name did onea saved r''thefo wilt forgiehmentin oe as thoug." m. "Thou, she cred hin cold scorn. "Tho. hs mutred, coeto me atan nIt-in bear Io know tohaltIhae town sadno theft jut ihwastfor Lilies of tbt laster Stoyv aieth Vore . From' e thy sake that I-" he checked himsel suddenly-, "and the saints alone knov how hard, how unjust," he flashed out "hath been my lot, and a man may re pent, Rosa." "I saw thee drinking in the plazn but yesterday," she said coldly, "I that thy repentance?" "It is killing me, adorado, ever: hand is against me. I am weak, un worthy, but I can forget in no othe: way." "Thou hast come here against ml command-see that thou dost not re peat it," said Rosa in icy tones. "An( now go, for I would hasten to the chap el to carry my flowers for the chancel. He raised his eyes imploringly t< her face. "3Iadre de Dios. I am in purga tory. Thou art so far above me-liki the saints. Rosa! Rosa! I am unfi to touch thee-yet, I am going awa] forever. Give me one of thy lilies only one, carita, because they are, lik thou art, as pure as the angels of God.' le reached out his hand timidly, bul Rosa drew back as if. his touch wer profanation. "They are sacred- lilies," she said coldly. "I have none to spare. The3 are for the chancel-to be placed upot the altar. A thief may not toucl them." He winced and shrank away.- H( could not know that her hands wer' clenched until the nails made crue marks in her tender palms. He only saw the stern, accusing eyes and heard the pitiless words that fcll, like molter fire, and scorched themselves into hi. soul. As one who had received a morta stab, he turned and walked despondent ly away. It was Easter day in the land of per petual bloom, where winter is summe1 and summer is paradise. In the earl: morning, as the gray curtain of foi rolled back to the sea, and the sun a disk of golden flame, bathed sea ani sky in a flood 'of glory, Rosa wende her way to the chapel to add the lasi touches to the decorations for the Eas ter service. )ESO4f LE. Dononte ec acow'a gahrd enwr unigt n dseeeadashrwna, she sa hthsfcewsgaty "I s igoBrnlo, e ad .rahesy Te aejs ruh nothn can thvah anowd Hacen gatthred mrnn wre runin tosermn and . On itnd thoa her over turned. th tn ieg was lesane Tak tha his fceurase galy.ee ae bt himsegTo Bereslloth he s breathlessly.e'The ave juso bondecar thm in hand bloted caryin him tonsges chpel.kTer Pare off abrtly himndu nothigh an Rosa's himn. Hfae wai ashenhandmhenthoughth she woulhee and, an coinge crn, the bo awave Thanomt his n coredl wre saoec but thielfac.Tw liebah ers tha ithad otthae oa hisdtbansgews caught. Aattleas rm Heralfe tirle heandh thouth would nohniedfavt falen. n hyweedspiig sihe an biter crthe brokae form. frme, hiadsped owenar theim.w IHe ond hapele feba hard atte< about. hAi balfo vaue birlesn Hads that wounesokenoruz dhfat drelasten they wer e dnehairng the outcast, the despised, the heart broken? Suddenly his eyes caught the white gl3am of waxen blossoms upon his breast; a great awe entered his, face. "Jesu Maria," he murmured. "The lilies of the chancel." "Nay, but thine own, Diego mio," sobbed Rosa, brokenly. Her arms were about him, her tears -were upon his face. "Thine own, adorado," she whis pered tremulously; "all thine-the lilies of Diego. I have robbed the al tar for thy dear sake." "This is the day of resurrection," said the Padre, solemnly. ".Madre de Christo," the people mut tered. "It is a miracle." And it was-a miracle of love. EASTER AT THE WHITE HOUSE. r Time Honored- Practice of Letting the Children of 'Washington Roll r Eggs on President's Grounds. Easter Monday in Washington Is an 1 event in the lives of the children which is ahead of any other day in the year exepting Christmas and Fourth of July. Why? Because Easter Monday means egg-rol:ng. For many years tae little - ones of Washington have congre gated by the hundreds and thousands to roll eggs Easter Monday in the beau tiful grounds surrounding the home of the President of the nation. There is no sign to keep off the grass and there are no restrictions. The children own the place. The green grass of the White House lawns is covered with children, children innumerable, rolling eggs on the grassy slopes. if the day is pleasant it is a sight to be remembered. The children have been looking forward to the festival for days and weeks and great has been their anticipation. But genuine is the sorrow and many the tears among the little ones if Easter Sunday should be cold and rainy with promise of a bad Monday. Yet no weather has ever been so bad as to keep everyone away from the White House grounds on egg rolling day. There are many hardy little spirits who will not be daunted by snow or cold or rain when it comes to rolling eggs. If the day is pleasant and the air balmy and the turf warm and green, what a time the children have. Such games as they invent to play with their eggs-games of infinite variation con taining infinite amusement. The grounds look more like a juvenile fair than anything else-an egg fair and the biddy hens around Washington must needs have been very diligent for many days before. If the day is fair, too, the glorious Marine Band, the finest band in the country, plays sweet music, and the children dance and gambol to its strains. Truly it is children's day in Washington. Wonderfully Colored Eggs. By 9 o'clock in the morning the graimds are actually taken possession of by the youngsters, little kids with wicker baskets and vari-colored eggs, wonderful eggs of green and blue and red and purple and gold and then eggs of lovely combination, and with beautiful figures, such" as would make a. wise hen cock her head on one side nnd wonder greatly what happened to her plain white eggs. All sorts and conditions of children find' their way to the President's grounds to enjoy Easter Monday. Some of the children are beautifully dressed in silks and laces and have French turses to watch over them and carry their eggs for them, while other little ones are dressed in very shabby gar ments with elbows out and toes peep ing from their little shoes. They per haps have, only three or four plainly colored eggs boiled in a piece of purple or red calico. No French nurses accomp any them, carrying eggs with .gilt pic tires, but they can roll their eggs and themselves on the green grass and soil their frocks and trousers to their heairt's content, and they will enjoy the holiday perhaps more than their more fortunate companions. Usually the mothers of these little men and women come with them, tired-faced women cften, looking as though it had been a long day since they had enjoyed such a time. Here and there are little grou~ps of mothers and older sisters, talking to gether pleasantly, but keeping watch ful eyes to see that the little -ones do not get lost in the crowd or stray too far asway.4 Not Afraid of the Policeman, It is a good natured crowd. The big policemen standing around possess no terror for the little ones on egg-rolling day. They know that all that big po licemen are for on Easter, is to keep grown up people from interfering with the little ones who are rolling eggs. And when the li ttle people get lost now and then, the big policemen are there to take them in charge and tell them not to cry until their mothers and sis ters find them again. Then there are great rivalries among the cliildren. Some of them are regular little-gamb ers. One little fellow gets hold of a very hard egg and he goes around picking eggs with his acquaintances or acquaintances he finds, and wins their eggs from them until firnally he strikes some other little fellow who has a harder egg than his, and then he' loses a lot o6f eggs. And some of the little rascals gamble on what Is a "sure thing," with a china egg, sized and painted to resem ble a genuine egg, or with a hen's egg run full of plaster of paris they will go around, and, of course win all the eggs they contest for, until some sharp little fellow finds out the garne they are playing. As the day advances and the children get hungry, the peanut man and the popcorn man and the can dy man at the gates do a thriving bus iness, while at noon, many are the little groups under the trees, sitting around on blankets and shawls and eat ing lunches, for they are making a regular picnic of it and staying all day. The Children of Presidents. -2 President Harrison's two grand chil Sdren witnessed, with great enjoyment, the egg-rolling from the porch of the tWhite H-ouse facing toward the Washington monument and looking 1 past and across the Potomac to Arling ton, the former home of General Lee, 1 but where now are spread the silent tents of a vast host of the Union army i who have passed across to the great Sbevond. SPresident Cleveland's two little girls( orts adThero ter rean eggtl dm wew. out among the crowd of happy children, and they rolled eggs with the other.childrer., as common clay as their associates, not the children of the President of the United States, but the children of an American citizen. Per haps a little extra watch was kept over them, but they didn't know it and they thought that Easter Monday was the happiest day in their little lives. The Roosevelt children are past the age of egg-rolling; but they enjoy with the President and Mrs. Roosevelt, watching the gay throng of young sters who romp over the White House grounds on Easter Mondays. There was a time however, when the children of Washington did not roll eggs on the President's grounds. Not that they did not roll eggs though,Oh no! The have always rolled eggs on Easter Monday. But they used to roll them in the Capitol grounds, down the steep terrace which was on the west front of the Capital. Then there came a time when the Capitol grounds were changed, and a big flight of steps built where the terrace used to be, and some dyspeptic in Congress objected to the children romping on the smooth grass of the big sward and rolling their eggs. General Hayes was President then, and he heard of it, and how dissapoint ed the children were because they had no place to roll their eggs that year, and the kindly man said: "Why let them roll their eggs On the White House grounds and enjoy themselves." And thus it has been ever since, from year to year. BRAVED DEATH VALLEY. Nevada Woman Penetrated Fastness for Wealth-Was Accompanied by Only Half Breed. The' weird Funeral Mountain of Death Valley, Nevada, are to yield rich offerings of copper and gold ores as a result of the successful prospecting of Miss Lillian Malcolm, who it is stated, discovered these d'eposits on a ridge that towers three thousand feet in the air. In making this find she was ac companied only by an Indian half breed. Once Lillian Malcolm, according to her story, crossed the Chilcoot in Al MISS LLLIAN MALCOLM. - aska, alone, in her search for gold. The railroad had not been built that has since minimized the difficulties of Alaskan travel In the Chllcoot regicn. Miss Malcolm declares that the tour of the Funeral Mountains however was more hazardous than her lonely jour ney through the Chilcoot, years ago. "No white person has ever visited the spot where I viewed the great cop per deposit until I made my way there," she said in a recent interview. "I have never before seen such. rugged ness in mountains as theFuneral1 Range presents. To climb up almost per pendicular grades means to slide down others before the objective point can be reached. I have been a prospector for ten years and have passed much of my time in the mountains of Alaska, Colorado and other places where there is gold. The Funeral .Range is the worst of any. I made up my mind that I would search for gold and copper in the foothills of the Funeral Mountain I ws compelled to cross the range to get where I wished to go, and al though I had no fear, there were min. utes when, in climing, I did not dare to look back, but only kept right on., "There were many places where a misstep meant sure death. All there was to do was to go head. Once started, there was no way to stop without con fessing defeat. Finally I found what I was looking for. At first I could hardly believe my eyes. I had reached a point about twenty-five miles from the line of the Clark road and sixteen miles from the line of the 'Borax Smith' road, when the ledge loomed up im mensely. "Then I was happy. I have studied minerology, geology, and other lines leading to mining, and I have done assessment work, with my own hands in deep shafts. In short, my experience has been such that I believe that I am competent to know whether my min eral discoveries are valuable. "The ledge stands up clearly from fifty to seventy-five feet, with both gold and copper in it-but more copper than gold. Millions maybe there in easy reach-a quantity that I believe is almost beyond ordinary computa tion. If I am not mistaken the dis covery is valuable not only for its richness but also because it opens up knowledge of an entirely new copper belt in the Death Valley." Picturesqueness is added to Miss Malcom's trip by the fact that the In dian helfbreed that she took Into the desert where so many strong men have died Is "Bill Kee," who Is "Scotty's" friend. This Indian is a good guide. The next step that Lillian Malcolm contemplates is that of informing the railroad builders, now constructing lines into the mineralized regions of Nevada, of the topographical features of the country to be crossed in order to bring her copper and gold dis coveries reasonably within transporta tion facilities, and the place that form erly requnired weeks for her to reach. will soon be made accessible, when the present raIlroading surveys are carried out in rails. There is plenty of timber in the Panamint Mountains that can be utilized for mining purposes, and the toot of the steam whistle may yet he heard in the fearful fastnesses of desolation that have so long appalled stout-hearted man, only to be con quered finally by a woman in search of POMPE, THE VALIANT. Story of the Hero of a Hundred Bad Runaways. Pompeii, of the New York mounted police squad, and one of the most in telligent members of the force, was retired from active service the other day. When the stroke of theauctioneer's hammer put the big bay out of ser vice, he was saved from the ragman's cart and night hawk cab by the de votion of his fifteen-year friend and comrade, Mounted Policeman Redmond P. Keresey, of the West 152d street police station. Pompeii had spent nearly twenty years in the service and knew the rules of the department better than many a roundsman. He was the show horse of the force. Catching runa ways was his business, but mathema tics was his diversion. iHe could add, subtract, divide and multiply, and for years had been a source ot delight to the school children along Seventh Avenue, where he was on duty be tween 110th and 153d streets. The children would gather around Pompeii in the afternoons and talk to him. Good at Mental Arithmetic. When a sum in arithmetic was given him Pompeii would listen attentively to the figures, ponder over them for a moment, and then announce the answer by striking the ground with his left forefoot. If the answer was Tne half of something Pompeii indicated it by bending his foreleg at the knee and holding it for a moment. His friends insist that he could tell time by looking at a watch and announce the hour and half hour in the same way as he did his sums. Playing with the children was by no means the best part of Pompeii's1 service. The records show that he and his master have stopped more than a hundred runaways in the last fifteen years. In several instances lives were saved. Policeman Keresey and Pom peii have been almost inseperable ever since the latter joined the force. Again and again the comrades werepartedfor a short tirne when Keresey was trans ferred from one precinct to another, but each time the policeman managed to have his favorite sent after him Hurt While Stopping Runaway. A short time before the arrival of Prince Henry in New York, Pompeii was badly hurt while stopping a run away at Seventh avenue and 125th street. Two days later, while acting as a guide for the Prince some dirt got in the wound and blood poisoning set in. Keresey managed to get placed on reserve duty and gave all his time to nursing Pompeii back to health. The police veterinary condemned the horse as unfit for duty, but Keresey managed to evade the decision for a few days. Then Pompeii made a spectacular run along the avenue and stopped a bad runaway in such style that nothing more was said about retirement. The fatal day was only put off, how ever, and last month the big bay was sold at auction at the stables of the West 152d street station. Keresey was on hand with $400. all the ready money he could scrape together, determined not to be separated from his old friend. Hurt While Stopping Runaway. Keresey himself bears some scars gained in the fierce rushes he has made with Pompeii. Five years ago his right leg was broken in two places, and two years ago his neck was wrenched and his skull nearly smashed in. Both injuries were received while with Pompeii's aid he was stopping dangerous runaways. Only one man had the heart to bid against Keresey so he ransomed his old friend for $50, about twice what he was worth said the.veterinary. Then Keresey startsd on a vacation. When last heard from he was spending it on a bit of a farm he has at Rye, N. Y, and with him went Pompn i happy in his last transfer. The average annual consumption of popcorn in the United States is three hundred carloads. The flower "pink" was not named after the color, but because its edges were "pinked" or punctured. The golden-crested wren is the Ermsl est European bird. It takes about 72 of these little birds to weigh a pound. Glass, dating from ancient times, has exactly the same component parts as that of to-day, while the processes used seem to have been very similar. WHY COUGH ? STO P-IT 1110 ii(AT & TABLETS EK Remove the Cause. l Non-Narcotic-Purely Vegetable ~ .JOS. BUTrLER CO.. 17 Battery Place, N.Y. City. THEYgALL WANT IT! Have you seen the "Imp Bottic?" Very perplezing trick, but easy'whien you know how. we'H teln you how and send sample for 10 cents. Patent Egg Separa tor. Every H ouse hold, Hotel, Restau rant, Bakery, Drug, Store, in fact any place where eggs are used needs one or more. Instantl separates pricle of the latter remaining i n t he Separator. Does not break yolk. M ad e from solid piece of metal. Always bright and ready for use. Sample 10 cents. KANCY SUPPLY CO.,. Br 215. Washington, D. C. Agents wur~ted for these and other goods. Write for circulars and terms. . . IGURE ~- I was helpem an No trus could hold. I fooled them all an sed the cure free b: .msnce cured thousand MILLINERY LESSONS FREE IN YOUR OWN HOME A wonderful offer of interest to every woman. A course of ,tudy and practiceat home which begins at the foundaon and t ou : ehn nixut mu [~~{f liner, a o nake"a'"' ow to make b. ery sizple and easly understood Vrte one for particulars and tuition offer. 7t will be seel by return nail free. Addrees; Dept. 8 NEW YORK & PARIS SCHIOOL OF MILLINERY 290 Broadway, New York "RAGS AND RICHES" A Romance of Darkes London BY ARTHUR APPLIN. The Greatest English Story of Modern Times. - Lady I the nine teen yePL0? daughter - of the Duke of afo goes Into the Eastend Sof London and lives and toils with the poor. A thrilling story of life in the greatest city in the world; it should be read b reeryone dsirin to secrets ad sferig* and weaknesses of hu Li man nature. Every sentence of tin story has a thrill. lIt carrries you out at the humdrum of every dyexisenc inta sper ofetusag SINE-A . fearlets girl ofthe [ aristocrac 33ER ENEMIES Cntain Conro a and her own - family. T'lE HERO-Lord Arthur, consid ered a stupid fool. OTHER LCADINU CHARACTERS Com m issi o n er Baines of the Salvation Army. FLOUR IE RAY-An East End friend of Letty's. BILtL A IAS-The Terror. You should read this story, and. If You live In the coun try, you should have your children read It, so thymyunderstand what .ife in a city a~ly maenus. They s Iul read this stry to learn what Lady LettY learned In her effort to reform London's East end. She sees there the moreuly thog the to; th a cidren tu a * -l readr t hi wonderfu t~lns f ifeIna gra more fulyythe9 'Igs The squalor and suf ferings are I)Ictured by the author of this .von derful story; the men and women searching the turbulent sea, reach Ing jout and saving lost so the areat work of the &aratiou Army. Lady Letty be comes so trangely fas cinated by the new J1 views of life that she C abandons her own pal atilihome. forsakes and denounces the ariocracy and takes up her life among the lower elements of modern life. The Ltory fascinates stran but it also educates. It is the greatest English tory ever written. It h"s been the cause of the London city' govern ment recognizing the wonderful work of the Salvationt ex Bo the freedom of youlove your chil dren, and of course YOU do.you will want them to read this story that they may know the hor rors, the dangers and the temptations of city life. Ittheyare dissat isfied with the old farm is the atom' they t% 0% ahoulut read that they aymore fully under. be eie. The r1e 7easisr 2onte othrcharacter charcterhas'igAire " Tyes which 'azeaout frod therthrongoatethe tooy ofnLady lest Wewn to t inctludedal whocture drwwregth You wouanr,, wil to issanyof hes yeafr ei.Dntms h oe~ncatr and theeeoad earthe pagesfWe ingthrifllwing.dSn ou uerp T to-ay. Addeas:d 291-3 co~gre . 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