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} ?< 'I: 'i 7,7 K "And Irid Kun in ? manger. '?St. Luke II., 7. "And he, bearing hucrou, went forth.**? ist.John XIX?, 17? Mary, M iry, your son% was sweet. Soft and sweet, and crocnin* low; True and lender Us meuturc beat Out into the morning glow When the promhi was made complete On that Chrisimas long af.o. Shepherds watching their fljeks, they heard Angel choruses, word on word, A nd their souls were with wonder stirred? Mary, Mary, your song was sweet. Gently, gently, you hummed the song In the stable poor and bare? Still it echoes, and echoes long In a mother song all fair, In a melody true and strong That all hwnble folk m?y share. Wise men, bearded, and gray, and gaunt. Rode through sunbeams tnat fell aslant, Giving voice to a glory client? Mary, Mary, your song was sweet. Stripes, and jeers, and the heavy tree? These were his, and words of scorn. Sorrow deeper than grief might be, Bruising goad, and piercing thorn"' Still there echoed the melody Which you crooned that Christr.as morn* One has brought him a winding sheet, One has spices for head and feet; h ow the price has been paid complete Mary, Mary, your song was sweet. A Public Proposal Story of Interpolation* in the Easter Anthem WrflBfew RKKINH sat beside Miss Lewis In the choir. Per '? kins sens; baritone, and W^f^ t>ho Ban* a,to Tney tad B*" ?ong In the choir for two years, and naturally It was a polite act at the first for him to of? fer to escort her home after choir practice. This got to be a habit with him. until one evnulng he experienced a peculiar shock. Another man appear? ed at the choir rehearsal and listened with evident enjo>ment to the sing? ing, and then calmly walked away with Miss Lewis Shocks of this sort are salutary to the young man in lore. Without t1 <?m be takea the affair In too much of a matter of course way. He simply drifts. The drifting lover Is not a satisfac? tory one to a girl. The tide of his af? fection may be smooth enough, but it does not get anywhere. Women like the ambitious, aggressiv? man. And certainly, from the feminine standpoint, aggressiveness and ambi? tion are never more aptly exercised than In the effort to win her hand. Winning a hand is different from hold? ing It as hough It were Inherited property. The oth?r man wi.s Hollicker. Hoi ticker was a man who formulated a eampalgn i.s soon ss he decided upon Its object. Consequently he h id maneuvred so that Ferkle h bad had mighty few mo? ments with Miss Lewis. And Bhe m Joyed It. No matter how much a girl thinks of a man. she must enjoy bis desperation and despair when he se>?* another man apparently wlnrlrfg her iwb' from him. It is this tlusiveness In woman nature that con? stitutes a lsrge part of her human na? ture. Perkins wanted to propose now. badly enough Mut he needed tho chan M>. TU? Kanter morning when the choir arse to sing tho anthem he looked over the congregation and ho grttud his teeth when ho saw Hoi ticker sitting right In tho Lewis pew Mechanically ho took up his part of the anthem, and as ho sang an in splra Ion cstne to him He and Mitt IjOwIh hsd sort of a recitative second r?srt to the solo during most sj| t > ? anthem TIp soprano carried tho mr snd held all UM httOOtlOl of tho audi snce. tnd th?? iggf t ones of tho organ sffectuslly hid the u <> harltono snd MM 1-cwIb sang Instand '?f 'he word* on tho paga be? t?re? him he touch.d her elbow with his ar.d softly sang: "Am I n*\??r t ? r??iv#? n chance? N?*v*r to hav* a chance? A rh?nc#? t . m|m ik to you alone**" Bhe glance I at him almost with alarm Slu < mid u??r hcllcw nhc h-td heard him sik-ht Ho returned her stance snd as tin sang: **I ro*nn what t *ay. Li??. ? 'nf It will soon he necessary for the -'or I um rl . ;v? Am deeply m pan It this morning." With another glance, of understand ng this time, she sang: "What In the world? Whst in the world? What in the world do you mean?** Perkins waited until it was Mi time co sing again and then he leaned a bit toward her and sang: "You know very well? You kno wvery well"? She took up her part of the anthem i her mellow alto tones at once with: "I can't Imagine? Can't Imagine? What do you mean?** It was the moment for the choir to <wlng into the finale. The organ was iMoming and the singers were begin uing to iortis!-imc> passages. Perkins "I Will?I Will?But Do Not Kiss Me Hert?Not Here." slipped his hand under the book and caught her lingers In his. Ho Rang: "Tiii* is my oil ehaaes M iv th it you will woj in>-. f), .? ' yon will wed me. win ores' me." Ihero was an answering pressure in hi* BftgSjrs, and with a demure ?mile on h- r lips 3ho answered: ??I win - I will. Hut OS n??t kiss me hero? Not h? r.'." t lo? (.>(.? ,f ion was leaving Hollleker eases |sj \itss i^wis and ha id . "1 mu t ooBgrattilate you on the i1 asejaaJog you gave to your pari <>f th? music this morning." "So sUssI I." Peratni <b la red "An.i while you aro about It, you might as well congratulate u both." WILBUFI D. NESBIT. An Easter Thought. HIS Wile's ? lollies ate an index to a man's prosperity,*1 says the succinct phl'osopher "T.ots of times they are ftII index to SjsSgtSjri that M Ion Ke r exist." replies the man with the thoughtful eyes. dog catcher to start on his rounds. Henry s Business Judgment How He ?^l?cted His Wife's Ea ler Hat By Wilbur D. Ncdil DECLARE)," Mrs. Gram lore sighed. "I just d m't know what to do abo':L a new hat this spring." "Of course you don't," Henry (i ran mo to agreed "with her, soutiy. "Of course you don't. There never was a woman who knew what to do about a new Ea:-ter hat?except to buy one." He chuckled at his own xarcasm, which is a way men have. Sarcasm Isn't worth a cent to your genuinely sarcastic man unless he can chuckle over it and repeat it mentally to hirn nelf and roll it as a sweet morsel un? der his tongue. Especially i3 this true of sarcasm about Easter bonnet s. Regarding these very necessary ap? purtenances of the attire of a woman, man follows the beaten track of all the jokesmiths since Samson, who "made the first riddle, and waxes sar? castic as custom dictates. "I don't see," Henry resumed, hav? ing lated himself with chuckles ov< r his own sarcasm, "why In the nr me c" time a woman thinks she has to haYO a new hat for Easter." "Why, every woman has one," hie wife argued, meekly. "Ti nt's the answer. Every woman gets one because she thinks every other woman will have one. And not a confounded one of the lot 0B6S any business judgment in selecting or buy? ing her hat. The milliners know all about women?they're women them? selves. So they boost the prices up at Easter time, and laugh in their sleeves at their sisters who come trail? ing in and go trailing out with the contraptions the milliners are pleased to call bonnets. Bah! I'll bet no mil? liner will make her own hat. I'll bet she has to go to some other milliner Just to have the feminine gratifica? tion of being stuns*. Humph! Have you brought your hit home?" "Why. no. I said I didn't know what to do about one." '?You might have brought one home and still have been in the dark." Henry treated himself to a few more chuckles over this sarcastic remark The way men carry on about Easter hats, it serves them right to have to pay big prices for them. Now, if a man would Just be calm and philoso ! phical about it. and sit down and rea j son the matter out, ten to one his wife would either buy a cheaper hat 01 maybe she wouldn't buy any at all May ha, that is. At any rate, she would be happier with the hat when she got it. "Well. Henry," his wife said. "1 know how you always feel about ray hats and what they cost, and I have decided this year to act on your ad vice. I want you to take an hour or so with me tomorrow and pick out a hat for me. Then you'll bo sure at least to please yourself with the cost of it?and sometimes I feel that you could exercise perhaps a little more artistic taste than I can. for you are out In the world more, and you know more about what harmonizes and what suits a person, and so on." Mrs. Granmore looked meek when I the said that, but if you could have looked into her mind you would have ! seen the craftiest little thoughts hop- | ping around and nudging each other !? tho ribs She knew the vanity of man. She knew that if you tell a man you rely on his judgment as to ( anything from setting a hen to mak? ing an airship he w ill modestly accept 1 your estimate of his capacity and offer you his expert services. "Well," Henry said, "now you're talking sense. I'll meet you at 2 o'clock tomorow afternoon and we'll go and get that hat. No use to put in a lot of time over it. I'll show you how to pick out a hat, have it boxed, paid for and sent home, without any wear and tear on your nervous system and without losing a lot of valuable time." Next afternoon he met her as per agreement and together they found , their way to the millinery store. It Irked Mr. Granmore a bit to have to wait half an hour before they could he waited on, but he profited by the wait by inspecting a number of new pattern hats and scofling and snifllng at them. By the timo Miss Morgan was ready to wait on him he was ready with a plenty of good profes eional advice on bonnet making for her. "Taking a bunch of straw and a feat tier and a yard of ribbon nnd Jam mini then together isn't any way to make u bat,*' he declared. "People Ottght to use a little thought, as well as materials." "That's what I think, Mr. Gran? n< ie." Miss Morgan saldk "You know the finest milliners in the world are men, 'I hej have a greater aptness at Originating new designs than wo wo? men have. 1 wish wo had a man mil liner hero, l do. Indeed." Well. I don't Claim to he a millin? er." Henrj said, "but i know what I like when l see It Now, I've only got a few minutes to spare, and I'll Just pick out a hat for u y wife and let you end I' home." "Very well," v.ss Morgan replied, "l Wish all our customers were SI good a you. They so seldom seem able to mako up their minds." "That's it," Henry asserted "Wu? I '<.^? are thicker <>n the streets than men never know wh rhey 'ah*. They riddle t traml . i can't ? dele. A m; i is ns >: to n ig | i de? cisions. His time in? ..s something to him; besides, he reason i thii out logically." "What hat had you in mind for Mrs. G ranmore?" " rhat little gray one over there would look good on her." "Tills otto?" Miss Morgan smiled, taking the bat from the ease. "It would bo lovely." Henry caught sight of the. price mark. It was $160. He stopped Miss Morgan with a wave of his hand. "Put it back," ho said. ' Now that I the other side of it it wouldn't suit her style of beauty at all. That blue one to the left is a better shape." Mill Morgan put the blue one on Mrs. Granmore's head, and as she did bo Henry observed the price ticket. It read $175. He was quick in his dis? approval. "It's too old for her," he stated. "I thought so when I first loked at it, end now that she has It on I see I was right. liring out that one with tho bunch of grapes on it." To exercise his expert judgment he took this one in his hands and slyly I peeped at the price mark. It read j $135. He pursed his lips and shook his head sagely. "I know without her trying this one on that it would make her look too dark," he said. "She needs a hat to bring out her natural beauty and not lo hide it." Mrs. Granmore stood by meekly, while Henry had hat after hat brought out for his Inspection. One after the other he condemned. This one had too wide a brim, that one was too narrow; this on? was overtrimmed. that one was too plain?but each and Rll of them bore pricomarks that gave , Henry chills of the heart. At last Mis, Morgan brought a pret :y botinet to him. "This one." she said, "may be a trifle giddy for your taste, but"? "It's pretty jaunty." Henry agreed, i taking the hat and turning it back and I forth until he saw the price, $45, in the crown. "It's a bit frivolous, but bang it all! She isn't going to wear the thing as a penance. It isn't a bit too giddy for her. Mrs. Granmore has a natural dignity which overcomes any little touch of giddiness In her I hats. Now, there's a hat that looks I like it might have been made for her. Try it on, my dear. Why, you could hunt the world over and never find a bonnet that becomes you like that, i That's my choice. Have it sent home Now There's a Hat That Looks Like It Might Have Been Made for Her." I and I'll pay for it. There. I must get back to my office. Now, you see how a man does things. No worry, no argu? ment?jt;st finding the right thing and ?topping with that. Good day." And he was gone. Mrs. Granmore seized Miss Morgan's hand and shook it "That "was splendid!" she exclaimed. "It was perfectly dear of you to put all those big price marks on the other hats and show them to him first, but I was horribly afraid some one else might have taken this hat since I de? cided on it yesterday, even though I did ask you to hold it for me." "Oh," Miss Morgan laughed, "1 wouldn't show it to anybody else. 1 knew Mr. Granmore would pick it out." "I'll bet." Mr. Granmore said on Eas? ter morning, "that you couldn't have found a hat that suited you better than tliis one does." "I'm sure 1 couldn't, dear," Mrs. Granmore answered, gratefully. Which remark filled Henry with a perfectly justifiable pride. CONC I BERING THE LILIES. The lilies on the Easter hat ? They neither toll n'?r spin; They smirk with lasy ImpudsnoOj Sometimes they seem to grins They never grew hi any field, N'or prlnlvt'.i tl .- meadow ?reen; They nod, have thirr being, Just Because of n machlns. The lilies on the Esster hnt ? of every hue snd shu<i" In them the wives of Salomon, C>>uld never be srrayed. Three hundred wives lue! s ?lontOBi and bhekele he could hoard, Hut iU< It a hunch of bonneti was store than he could afford. The lilies on the tfast? r hat? The gaudy hoses, too - They never work; but this I* what They do f<?r m?> and you; They make ue work, end toll, and strive, And hustle with a irlll, Thal we m i\ have the caeh t<' pay The millinery hill. is pleasant or safe,tand children must I lifte to thmK that bud and bloom And grass and leaf Are symbols of the) empty tomb. Of ended grief. ' I UKe to thinK of Htm that He Is risen here. And that His presence we may see Each waning year. Iff For Heaven is so very far; We cannot reach The nearest little guarding star By sight or speech? Bu Ken the day ts gladdened by . r> clearer blue, Tr. . Leaven is not far and high From me and you. I fain wou!~f thSnH He breathes above The grase and trees i Kis heart that throbs with human love A walle ns these; And lilies pure as acolytes Their censers swing. While all Ihe meadowlands and heights Are worshipping. So rn this thought of mine I find In stone and clod And hedge and lattice blossom-twined. The breath of God. And yonder in the growing wheat And fallow lands I see the path that Knew Hu> 'cet? WorK of His hands. And so from every bird that sings I hear the voice That one supernal message bringst -Arise! Rejoice!" I UKe to thrnK of Him that He Is risen here. And that His presence we may tie* Each waPling year. (Cop;, right. 1911. t>7 W. G. Ct ?pman. > I The Delinquent Rabbit By Wilbur D. Nedil TIIEY said last year when Easter was, an' me an' brother John dot lots o' eggs with natms aa1 lots o' little pictures on. That rabbits laid the Easter eggs, an' pa he showed me where Th* paper had a picture of th' rabbit nest, an' there Was colored eggs all roundabout, an* rab? bits hoppln' round As If they'l I id, their Easter eggs by little bo> & was found. An* s< I got a bunny now; I had it for a weeki An* It ain't cackled mine at all, although I go an' peek Inside its litt!, house an' look If I can lln?l staue t'KK''? "I've Showed It Pictures Like I Want Put on My Easter Eggs. But it Just sits up when T come, an* begs an* begl an' begs For lettuce leaf an* cabbage lent, an* shivers with its nose? l wonder if s rabbit Raps Its wtnaa some when it t rows! I'm Iryln' to eneur-rldge it; I've give It lots e' Stlsw be protected from t ail dogs * well es I lut it don't build a nest at all, it wants to sit an* gnaw Th' cabbage leaves, an* bop around an' scare at dogs an* cats, \n* tarn an' jump a foot or two when I look through th* slats. \n' when it's night th* rabbit won't get up there on th* roost, \n* doesn't like It when I try to help it With a boost. I've showed it pictures like I want put on my Easter egers? t guess it understands me, 'cause it took* them with its legs "Just Sits?an' Begs an' Begs.' In front, an' held them up, an' tried to eat them, too; Then let them drop an' looked at me as if to say it knew Just what I meant?but still it's mighty? queer; It hasn't laid an egg at all, an" Easter's) nearly here. It just sets 'round en' spends its time a wrtgSjeMn' its ears An' JUHIpin' sidewise, 'fraidlike. at tecSJ little sound it hears. I got some corn an* stuff like chickens) eat. an' tbrowed it in, An' t.^ld my rat.hit that It's time egg laytn' should begta; I got a nice h|g nest egg an* I've put it in th' SCSI An* told my rabbit to sail in an* do it* level best. Make Your Own Easter Bonnet. How few women realise the possW uilitios of things that are r< a?ly to> land for making an blaster bowsfjj hat shall be beautiful, unique and inn dividual' The ordinary clothes line, ends itself readily to s most artistic* creation Tske ore that is about*' worn out coll Int i i brim. Soak :his overnight in glue to Hi it flatly., Then for the) body of the hat shred, ibout ten feet of tho rone and ar range this upon graceful loops of the remainder, dyeing it all in different tints to suit your complexion or your asto. Fasten it on with clothes pins. A PASSING THOUGHT. Ufe Is like an Kastei eng. We ?hattST many a llvelv dream. \nd when we've n ached the useful part. We've spoiled the decorative scheme. from bad milk Charleston Post