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THE WOMAN WHO UNDERSTANDS

"Is this the little woman that made this great war?" was Lincoln's greeting to Harriet Beecher Stowe. Often a woman is responsible for events by whose crash and splendor she herself is obscured. Often too she shapes the career of husband or brother or son. A man succeeds and reaps the honors of public applause, when in truth a quiet little woman has made it all possible has by her tact and encouragement held him to his best, has had faith in him when his own faith has languished, has cheered him with the unfailing assurance, “You can, you must, you will."

SOMEW

OMEWHERE she waits to make you win, your soul in her firm, white hands

Somewhere the gods have made for you, the Woman Who Understands!

As the tide went out she found him
Lashed to a spar of Despair,
The wreck of his Ship around him-
The wreck of his Dreams in the air;
Found him and loved him and gathered

The soul of him close to her heart-
The soul that had sailed an uncharted sea,
The soul that had sought to win and be free-
The soul of which she was part!

And there in the dusk she cried to the man,
"Win your battle-you can, you can!"

Broken by Fate, unrelenting,

Scarred by the lashings of Chance;

Bitter his heart-unrepenting—

Hardened by Circumstance;

Shadowed by Failure ever,

Cursing, he would have died,

But the touch of her hand, her strong warm hand,
And her love of his soul, took full command,
Just at the turn of the tide!

Standing beside him, filled with trust,

"Win!" she whispered, "you must, you must!"

Helping and loving and guiding,
Urging when that were best,
Holding her fears in hiding
Deep in her quiet breast;
This is the woman who kept him
True to his standards lost,

When, tossed in the storm and stress of strife,
He thought himself through with the game of life
And ready to pay the cost.

Watching and guarding, whispering still,
"Win you can-and you will, you will!"

This is the story of ages,

This is the Woman's way;

Wiser than seers or sages,
Lifting us day by day;
Facing all things with a courage
Nothing can daunt or dim,

Treading Life's path, wherever it leads-
Lined with flowers or choked with weeds,
But ever with him-with him!

Guidon-comrade-golden spur

The men who win are helped by her!

Somewhere she waits, strong in belief, your soul in her firm, white hands:

Thank well the gods, when she comes to you—the Woman Who Understands!

From "The Quiet Courage,"

Stewart & Kidd Co., Cincinnati, Ohio,

Everard Jack Appleton.

WANTED-A MAN

Business and the world are exacting in their demands upon us. They make no concessions to half-heartedness, incompetence, or plodding mediocrity. But for the man who has proved his worth and can do the exceptional things with originality and sound judgment, they are eagerly watchful and have rich rewards.

Yoyees a fellow down;

YOU say big corporations scheme

To keep a

They drive him, shame him, starve him too
If he so much as frown.

God knows I hold no brief for them;

Still, come with me to-day

And watch those fat directors meet,
For this is what they say:

"In all our force not one to take
The new work that we plan!
In all the thousand men we've hired
Where shall we find a man?"

The world is shabby in the way
It treats a fellow too;

It just endures him while he works,
And kicks him when he's through.
It's ruthless, yes; let him make good,
Or else it grabs its broom

And grumbles: "What a clutter's here!
We can't have this. Make room!”

And out he goes. It says, "Can bread
Be made from mouldy bran?

The men come swarming here in droves,
But where'll I find a man?"

Yes, life is hard. But all the same
It seeks the man who's best.

Its grudging makes the prizes big;
The obstacle's a test.

Don't ask to find the pathway smooth,
To march to fife and drum;

The plum-tree will not come to you;
Jack Horner, hunt the plum.

The eyes of life are yearning, sad,
As humankind they scan.

She says, "Oh, there are men enough,
But where'll I find a man?"

IF I SHOULD DIE

St. Clair Adams,

A man whose word is as good as his bond is a man the world admires. It is related of Fox that a tradesman whom he long had owed money found him one day counting gold and asked for payment. Fox replied: "No; I owe this money to Sheridan. It is a debt of honor. If an accident should happen to me, he has nothing to show." The tradesman tore his note to pieces: "I change my debt into a debt of honor." Fox thanked him and handed over the money, saying that Sheridan's debt was not of so long standing and that Sheridan_must_wait. But most of us know men who are less scrupulous than Fox.

IF I should should come to my cold corpse and say,

Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay-
If I should die to-night,

And you should come in deepest grief and woe-
And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe,"
I might arise in my large white cravat
And say, "What's that?"

If I should die to-night

And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel,
Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,
I say, if I should die to-night

And you should come to me, and there and then
Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten,

I might arise the while,

But I'd drop dead again.

Ben King.

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JUST BE GLAD

Misfortunes overtake us, difficulties confront us; but these things must not induce us to give up. A Congressman who had promised Thomas B. Reed to be present at a political meeting telegraphed at the last moment: "Cannot come; washout on the line." "No need to stay away," said Reed's answering telegram; "buy another shirt."

HEART of mine, we shouldn't
Worry so!

What we've missed of calm we couldn't
Have, you know!

What we've met of stormy pain,
And of sorrow's driving rain,
We can better meet again,
If it blow!

We have erred in that dark hour
We have known,

When our tears fell with the shower,
All alone!-

Were not shine and shower blent
As the gracious Master meant?-
Let us temper our content

With His own.

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