UNCLE JOE, 76, STILL YOUNG “Uncle Joe” Cannon celebrated his seventy-sixth birthday at Washington the other day under a cloud of grief. The night before he exultantly announced that he was going to observe the day by dissipating wildly. A circus was in town and he was going to take the afternoon and, if necessary, the evening off and go to see the lions and tigers and the hippograffe and the beautiful lady acrobats and the hairdressing trapezists. Instead of that, he went meekly up to the home on Congressman Weeks, of Massachusetts, with his daughter and spent the evening decorously there. “Thought you were going to the circus,” a reporter said to him. “I was,” said Uncle Joe, “but it rained. And in the course of seventy-five— I mean seventy-six—years of quiet and irreproachable life I have found that whenever it rains and I go to a circus I always get wet. “The people around me seem to be dry and happy. I always get that wet spot and am miserable. If seventy-five years— I should say seventy-six— I should say seventy-six— I have learned this lesson, if not any other, and I have just sense enough not to go.” “So I'm up here at John Weeks', with Mrs. Weeks and my daughter, and I've missed the circus, but I'm happy and I'm not damp.” “I suppose you got a lot of congratulations?” “Yes,” said the ex-speaker, reflectively, “Quite a number of people came up to me and congratulated me on being a year nearer the grave. Funny thing to congratulate a man on. Don't you think so? But they meant it.” SULTAN A MEDIATIZED RULER On March 20, France inaugurated a change in her political dealings with Morocco, by the signing of a treaty with the Sultan, Mulia-Abd-el-Hafid, establishing a French protectorate, France has had much experience in the government of the North African countries, which line the Mediterranean from Tripoli to the Atlantic ocean, and the decision to leave the government nominally in native hands is a wise one. It is evidently based on the success of her peaceful conquest of Tunis where the externals of Arab rule have been preserved. In Algeria, on the other hand, where the administration is directly and openly French, her domination aroused the bitter jealousy and hostility of the natives who saw in the elimination of their native rulers a threatened subversion of the Mahemmedan religion, with the result that France has had to maintain her footing by rigorous military rule. Mulia Hafid, the present Sultan and nominal ruler of Morocco, is known to his subjects as the Prince of True Believers and is the thirty-sixth lineal descendant of All, uncle and son. In-law of the Prophet Mahomet. He revolted against his brother. The Sultan Mulla Aziz, in 1907, and his usurpation of the throne was recognized by the powers in January, 1909. He is a learned and devoted adherent of Islamism and has written several books on theology and philosophy. Gov. West Trusts Convicts "The only honor lacking in the average criminal is that which is wrenched from him by incivility, distrust, and humanity. Extend to a convict the courtesy, confidence, and trust due him as a man and he will respond with more honor than the average person who has never seen the bars, the dungeon, or the dismal gray walls of a penitentiary." Pasing his action on this bit of philosophy, Gov. Oswald West of Oregon recently threw open the barred doors of the Oregon state penitentiary and turned more than 200 convicts out into the inviting forests and fields to serve the remainder of their terms without guards, stripes, chains, or stockades. With one sweep, the dungeon, the dark cell, the striped suits, the ball, and chain, and the gallows were wiped out as unnecessary parts of the institution and in their stead was established a unique and revolutionary, on the honor system. Since the first wholesale liberation convicts have been added to the list as they have proven eligible until the total number today is about 6500, Honor is the only guard over fifteen convict camps which are maintained permanently in various parts of the state, in some cases many miles from the dingy walls of the prison, and in all cases in the forests where the only effort required to make an escape is To leisurely disappear. The men are engaged in building roads, operating rock quarrles and clearing land. VICE-PRESIDENT OF BIG SHOW Reuben B. Hale, the vice-president of the Panama-Pacific International Exposition, to be held in San Francisco in 1915, celebrating the completion of the Panama Canal, was one of a special commission appointed to make a trip abroad to lay before ministers of foreign affairs and army and navy authorities, the details and scope of the enterprise. The commission sailed on the Mauretania April 24th. Mr. Hale is a well-known merchant of San Francisco, who was the first person to suggest the holding of an exposition to celebrate the completion of the Panama Canal. The commission consists of Mr. John Hays Hammond, president; Mr. Reuben B. Hale, vice president of the Panama-Pacific International exposition; Brigadier-General Clarence H. Edwards, U. S. A.; Mr. William T. Sesnon, vice-president of the San Francisco chamber of commerce; Mr. Theodore Hardee, executive officer; Mr. Charles F. Wilson, diplomatic officer, and Mr. Archibald C. Emery, secretary. General Edward and Admiral Staunton were detailed by President Taft to represent the army and navy. The commission's accredited by the department of state to American ambassadors and ministers abroad, and bear letters to the highest government authorities of the various countries visited. 1 H t | A | ||| Hunt . uncer | l . C——. - ———————————— | | R AR T St -—— T ————— ;’ ‘ By lzola Forrester . e (Copyright, 1912, b Associated Literary Press,.) Russell did not look up at the gschoolhouse window when he drew rein He knew that she could see him from her desk, and the outer door was wide open It wag well alfter four, and all the children had vanished down the four roads leading from the gchoolhouse corner They were quite alone, if one excepted the red squirrel who was tenant for life In the elm that was king of the play ground it was half a mile to the nearest farmhouse All about lay June fields, rich in lush grass ready almost for mowing [he air was golden, warm hazy, lazy, wooing one to forget dnty and daj work Russell was hea fly burdened with both at present As supermtendent of schools in 1. In the county, it devolved on his shoulders to let the teacher go at the little Flaxy Bend district, because inattention to duty and general laxity of conduct. That was exactly the wording of the charges in Mrs. Deacon Mabry's letter that reposed in his coat pocket. He didn't intend to show it to the girl. So simple it seemed, so hard it was to do. He had fought against it for nearly a week, remembering her upturned, earnest face, so warm and tender in its brunette tinting, the big brown eyes, and childish mouth that drooped wistfully at the corners, the dark hair bound smoothly around the small head with a big, black velvet bow on one side. That bow had been an offense to the enemy even, at least on one side. She ain’t stiddy enough to teach old Mrs. Mabry had insisted that it was a fact. She taught considerable after Myron and me were married, but I was stiddy. It's a known fact that she's smiling four of the boys this winter." "Settled them? You mean expelled them?" "No, I don't, Mr. Russell. I mean just what I say. She's carried on a girl-fashion with Nate Hoskins and I'm afraid they don't like me very well—Do they?" "Well?" Russell tried to speak mildly, remembering the various attractions of the aforesaid four boys, "maybe she didn't intend to have them take her seriously, Mrs. Mabry." "And if she didn't, then she's light-minded, and a heart hunter, if I do say it myself, Mr. Russell. That's what we always used to call them, heart hunters, and their minds don't go any further than hunting them, and letting them go as soon as they're caught." Russell remembered the whole conversation now as he stepped into the little shadowy schoolroom, low-ceiled, cool, with fern boxes at the windows and bunches of June roses on the desks. Rose was her name, too, he remembered—Rose Phillips. She turned her head now, a quick smile of welcome and surprise on her face. "Did you come to wish me goodbye?" she asked. Russell could not help but smile back. He laid his cap on one of the First row desks and stood looking at her as he drew off his gloves. She could not have been over eighteen. In spite of what the school committee had reported, he knew that the little school had made actual progress under her care and tuition during the past term. He knew the children loved her dearly. The little room itself bore witness to her influence. It had been a barren place before her coming. A few old yellowed maps hung on the walls. There was a wheezy melodeon in one corner, with most of the ivory off the keys and one pedal broken. The stove was a little, inadequate drum affair, with three legs to stand on. THE OLNEYVILLE TIMES. Since her coming, the whale place had been changed. The children had given little entertainments and earned money for a new stove, for new globes and window boxes, and little fresh muslin. The children at the windows. At the school examinations, they had led the other township schools, and before her days, F'luy Bend district had been a problem in education. "Yes," said Russell, with almost a sigh, "I came to say good-bye." She waited a minute, chin raised, ayes questioning. "Where did you tell me your home was, Miss Phillips?" she asked, leaning over the top of the tall desk, and fingering a pink rose that was nearest to him. "Vermont. It's only a little bit of a plan where the trains stop if they are flagged. We call it, Phillips Crossing." "I suppose you'll be glad to get home." "Not so very." She spoke reluctantly, with a little uplift of her shoulders. "You see, I have a stepfather, and I am the only child from the first marriage, and there are seven little ones now besides. They don't miss me a bit, unless it's a good miss." "Why did you come way down?" In the country?” “Because I was in a hurry to go to work. The city schools won't take you unless you've been through Normal, you know. I like it out here. The work was hard, but the very thing was so much greater, and I do think the children love me.” Russell caught the little wistful touch in her voice, “The old folks are peculiar, aren't they? Hard to get along with.” I'm afraid they don’t like me very well—do they?” “They say you're a good teacher, but—” Rose waited and looked up at him quickly. Her brown hair was very near, with its soft satiny braids. Before he really meant to, he had tucked the ping rose among them. “It looks much better there,” he added, and wondered why his own pulses were racing suddenly, like brooks in April. “They mean the boys, I suppose, Nate and the rest. Could I help it? Now, truly, could I, Mr. Russell? You know just what boys are. They'd come here every day, and bring all sorts of things to me that I didn't want. Why, Lonnie even used to bring me fox pelts for a cloak, of all things. Boys are always boys, and they get over it so quickly. I am just as nice to them as I could be. “I am not blaming you—nor them,” said Russell a bit unsteadily. “Only I agree with the deacon's wife that you are a very dangerous and disturbing influence to have around these peaceful narts." The tears glistened in her eyes. “Oh, you don't really mean that?” she said pleadingly. “Are you trying to tell me? I cannot teach here again?” Russell stared awkwardly down at her head, as she leaned it on folded arms, and her shoulders shook with sobs. “I've tried so hard, and the children all love me,” she said brokenly. "I didn't want to go back home at all, I was going to board here all summer, and rest—” Then suddenly it dawned on Neil Russell why he had driven ten miles that afternoon to make all fit and due explanations to the teacher instead of writing. He knew just why he had thought of nothing but her tender lips and dark eyes and low contralto voice for weeks past. He knew why he had saved every scrap of writing she had ever sent him, and why he carried in an inner pocket a little tan suede glove he had found beside her chair after a boarding meeting one day. Oh, yes, he knew now, and he imprisoned both her hands in his and raised them to his lips. “Rose,” he said. “Stop crying. I've brought you another heart, dear.” She stopped sobbing, but did not raise her head. “I haven't any one in the world myself. I came up here from New York and got along well. There's enough saved in the bank to buy us a good home in the fall. I think I could make you happy, Rose, if I may wear you, dear.” “What would you tell the deacon’s wife and—and—all the rest?” she asked faintly. “That I had to dismiss you because I couldn't let my wife work,” he whispered. “Won't that do for a good excuse?” Youthful Bigotry, There is a thoughtful boy in an An. Trim village who listened one Sunday to a statement made by his Sunday school teacher that God had created all things, and all men. ‘Did God,’ he asked, at last, ‘make the Papists? He had been taught to reverence the Almighty, and it seemed impossible that He could have been gullity of that. The teacher assured him that God had really made even them. The boy pondered the information for a minute, and then gave his opinion briefly and forcibly. ‘He'll rue it yet,’ he said. “The Lighter Side of Irish Life,” by George A. Birmingham. Our new booklet, telling of Coca-Cola, is vindication at Chattanooga, for the asking. The man who makes light of others seldom sets the world on fire. Which wins? Garfield Tea always wins on its merits as the best of herbeartics. There's music in the squall of a baby—to its mother, The woman who cares for a clean, wholesome mouth, and sweet breath, will find Paxtine Antiseptic a joy forever. At druggists, 25¢ a box or sent postpaid on receipt of price by The Paxton Toilet Co., Boston, Mass. His Pose. “Mrs. Hewligus, what is your husband’s attitude on the woman suffrage question?” “One foot in the air, of course. He's one of the chronic kickers.” To Expiore Greenland. Two expeditions are announced for Greenland the coming summer. A Swiss will try to cross the country from west to east under The sixty-seventh parallel, and a party of Danes, emulous of the Swiss, will make an attempt to cross the island at its greatest width, 10 degrees farther north. Consoling Thought. “Do you believe, doctor,” asked Mrs. Wumps, “that men become what they eat?” “Yes, madam, I do,” said the bishop. “What a comfort that must have been to those early missionaries when they were eaten by the cannibals” sighed Mrs. Wumps.——Harper's Weekly. To Preserve Historic Building. A movement has been started in Frankfort, Ky., to preserve the “little red brick” building on the old State House square on account of its historic interest. The building now standing is 98 years old, and Damiel Boone, on the occasion of visits to Frankfort after it was erected, visited the offices on business. In two years the building will be 100 years old, if left standing, and is the oldest state building in existence. DIFFERENT NOW. 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