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"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.
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