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STALE PHRASES ARE NEEDEO Writer Who ExpreMM ? Powerful Emotion Mu?t 8 ay What Has , Boon 8ald Countless Time*. Our dramatic crttlo, In his review of Hardou's play "Above Buaplolon/' ?aid of one of the character* that "bin Hps ware sealed." and remarked that ?ucb phrases necessarily accompany aucb play*. They do, Indeed, and tba uaa of tbam makea on# understand tba emotional quality of suoh playa better than the moat elaborate analy ala of them. There are hundrada of phrases like tbla. containing metaphor* both vlo lent and stale, which are only used seriously by wrltera who anatch at -thweasleat means of exprettalng an amotion which tbey do not fee). For If a Writer baa a real amotion of hie own to expreas he will either use a metaphor auggeated to him by that particular amotion or none at all. Tbla la a matter of Inatlnct, not of literary trt; tor a fresh emotion will not he MtWlcflwlth stale phrasl bat Will teal IJjMlf ^misrepresented by them. That la one reason why, when power* toll/ moved, we are often so inarti culate. We feel that commonplaces will not serre our turn, but we have nothing to put in their place. The writer's task Is to be neither inarticu late nor oommonplace. He must not be arUees, nor must he five us bad art for good. If he has a new Idea to express he la not tempted by stale phraees. For they are associated with emotions rather than with thoughts, since emotions are not disoovorles. like new Ideas, and whan expressed In literature are valued, not for their aorelty, but for the power with -which they are ex pleased. Thus, i writer who expresses a new idea says what baa never been said before, but a writer who wiahea to expreea a pow erful emotion has to say what has probably been said a thousand times, and by bad Wrltera aa well as good. These bad writers have burdened our memory with metaphors, some of them llfelesafrom the first, some kill ed by. constant repetition, or Inappro priate uaej and their metaphora stay tn our minds because they have been ?o often repeated. The food writer's mind la often infested with them, so that, before he can find the phraee he wants, he must reject half a desen that he doea not want This is the penalty that be has to pay for living at a time when literature is old and language sophisticated. ? London Times. Ha Wm a *PhoopA? A Northwestern missionary bishop used to t?U a story wfcloh was re peated to OS last week by Rev. W. W. Washington of Cuyahoga Falls. "I met an old farmer In North Da kota," be relates, "and In the course of conversation I asked him if he was connected with any religious denom J lnation. ' Yeaslr,' he answered, I'm a 'Pis copal.' "Of course this gratified me, and X .asked him what parish he belonged to. M 'Hadn't heard about no parish/ he said, with a puxsled expression. ?"Well, what diocese ?* I persisted. " 'You got me there, too.' ?"Where were you confirmed f " 'Dun no what you mean.' " Then how are you an fiplscopal ianr "'Oh,' he an swered/'b lightening up at once. I'll tell you. I wont to a church down in Bismarck last winter, , an' they called it 'Pisoopal. And I heard the peqple sayin' that they'd "done things they hadn't otter done, an' left undone things they'd otter done." An' I says, "That's me, to a V' &n' since then, I've called myself -a 'Pisoopal/ "Now I understand," continued the bishop, laughing, why the membership of our church is so large." ? Cleveland Plain Dealer. Charsoter'ln Handwriting. If you write a small, ' almost fem inine band It may be a sign that you are destined to be a great statesman, aooordlng to David. N. Oarvalhb, who finds that small nandwrlting is often characteristic) of great men. Grover Cleveland's handwriting was of this type and so was William McKlnley's. "Ton find this type of writing In the large handed men," said Mr. Carval ho, "the men who are broad shoul dered and well built, not perhaps tall." If you are a woman and make lltt% pothooks at the end of your final m's and e's you are not likely to spend much ihoney on the latest nov elties In dress/ nor are' you apt to bother to do your hair ? up in puffs. Indeed these little twists on the end of letters indicate that you would make a' sensible and economical wife. Tour defect would be that you might embarrssi your husband by ecoen triclty in dress through carelessness. A slurring penmanship Indicates liter ary ability. ' - alilll Between Doctors. ;; ^Poctort I ,wafct you to look after: my office Willie I'm on vacation." "But I've just graduated, doctor. Have had no experience.** "That's all right, my boy. My prao tioe is. strictly fashionable. Tell the men to play golf and ship the women patients off to Europe." ? -i ?' ? *? ? Business Instinct. _ "Do yon think a woman can keep a secret?" "Not she always tries to syndicate ..lyWurtgcw., ^ ^ M Oe net deration. o -Tou wouldn't think of letting Mrf. Film gilt hoar the things you say be hind her back." "Certainly not." replied Mrs. Borneo Btorey. Tm toe ktnd-he srted HB olub looked Just the very thing (Jerald Muu noruiuy was craving (or - tt WD|e Of homo. A few lines read ao oldentally In an out-ot 4&i9 nawapa^r hq/1 made him restless wltb longing for the old scenes. And ?o he bad traveled two days and nights In a sleeper, vaguely connecting his Jour ney's end with ail the love and friends ship his starved nature was demand* y/'J" ' ' .V ben he arrived M We old olub on a chill, grey Christmas morning, It wan only to And that fifteen years' silent absence had been too severe a test for friendship. The pleoe was empty of all but servants, and ^bey wore strange, unwelcoming faces. He stodd at the club window, look tng out on the deaolate, deserted street which he had always remem bered as being thronged, and a great sadness swept over him. v This was not what be wanted. From his pocket he drew out the scrap ol paper which had really brought him so msny miles, and looked at It bit terly. It was only a death announce^ ment out from a paper of a year ago, and ran In the usual way? "Michael Townley, at bis resldenoe," ettf. v In fanoy he aaw a sweeflkoec in u t a o II, who sought her hap piness only fa the eyes of the youth by her side. There were Joy belte there, too,1 as they, left the church with the fragrance of mu tual love about them. The bells peal ed on outside. and willing fancy led him still furthei into the realm of "might have, been." In an instant he made up his mind to visit once more the old-fashioned cottage not ihany miles away, tc which he bad hoped fifteen years be I fore to take a bride. He would go and see It, even if its negieoted con dition only added to his ionellnest and pain. Two hours later he was striding through the orisp country air along s winding path which led to a ram* bllng, ivy-covered oottage. As the last turn brought him in sight of the house he stopped in sur prise: He had ,,exjiected to see dirt, ruin, and decay* but instead he' looked upon a trim, well-kept oottage, and a soft, crooning song, in a voice which reawakened the tender memories of [ long ago, came floating through the unlatched door. Half believing that it must be fancy leading him still, he entered the house softly, and, following the voice, went into the Inner room, and stood in the glow of the warm firelight. - The sweet, tired-faced, middle-aged singer turned 4s his shadow fell across the light, /and then stood white and trembling. "Gerald!" she whispered. "Gerald! have you come to reproach me? Not today! Not today!" The strong man's voioe broke as he held out his arms. "Nance!" he cried Joyfully. In a moment she was crushed, sob bing, to his breast. "Oh, Gerald! is it really youT God is very good. I thought you must be dead." For several moments they stood xnuH, me Birong "'man's tears fall ing on her grey tinged hair, Then &6 genuy put gff into a chair. "You are not alone?" lie asked as his eyes caught eight of a little table" laid for two, daintily spread with Christmas fare. "Yes," she answered. "I am quite alone. I have often come down here," "But you are expecting somebody?" he laid, calling attention to the table. She flushed prettily, looking almost as young as she had In his dreams ol the morning, as she replied: '1 was expecting you, Gerald." He smiled happily at her; then the smile faded, and he sighed as he sank into a chair. "This Is all .foolishness, Nance," he said sadly. "You could not lire here In the old days, you could do so less now, and I could not live here on an other man's thousands." ? smile hoyered orer the woman's face as she flitted here and there, busily preparing things for' a meal. Then she slipped behind a chair, and leaning over whispered with burning cheeks: "Perhaps you do not know. Gerald, that? that Mr. T<rwnley's money goea back to his family if ? if J marry again." " . . ' ? _ The man sprang to his feet and took her into his strong arms again. "It Is not too late," be erted. "W? are still young, wtu you let me tm to make you happy?" Her answer was drowned in the burst of Christmas bells that pealed from the Tillage churchcloeei^Ptf he did not need her words: he , ^ v V*-W I MV. WIMV yant a's { Mgfoa d agar t e rj*t FOR EVERYTHING IN THE GROCERY LINE Before purchasing Fruits, Candies, Nuts, Raisins, Citron and the other numerous articles that go to make up the Christmas Dinner, or fill the stockings, we would be glad T ? to have you call and inspect our complete stock of Staple and Fancy Groceries. Complete line of Fireworks. 'PHONE 98 J. S. RHAME Courteous Treatment Prompt Delivery