THE DALLY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, JANUARY 8 1898.

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He feels. toh, me dawning conscious- erand truth in the hnu- it dawns upon his deep-

ness of another

man economy.

ening intelligence with the inherent strencth and the unquestioned truth of a new revelation, that man’s upper lip was desicned by nature fora mustache

How tenderly reserved he is brooding over the moment- ous discovery. With what exquisite cau- tion and delicacy are his primal investi- gations conducted, In his microscopical researches, it appears to him that the down on his upper lip is certainly more determined down; more positive, more pronounced, more individual fuzs than that which vegetates in neglected tender- ness upon his cheek. He makes cautions explorations along the land of promise with the tip of his tenderest finger, deii-

pasture. when he is

eately backing up the grade the wrong way, going against the grain, that he may the more realily detect the slight

est symptoms of an uprising by the first feeling of velvety resistance. Day by day he is more firmly convinced that there is on his lip the primordial germs, the protoplasm of a glory that will, in its full development, eclipse even the maj- esty and grandeur of his first tail-coat. In the first dawning consciousness that the mustache is there, like the vote, and only needs to be brought out, how often Tom walks down to the barber shop, gazes longingly in at the window, and walks past. How often, when he musters up suilicient courage to go in, and climbs into the chair, and is just on the point of huskily whispering to the bar- ber that he would like a shave, the entrance of a men with a beard like Frederick Barbarossa, frightens away the resolution, and he has his hair cut again. The third time that week, and it is so short that the barber has to hold it with his teeth while he files it off,and parts it with a straight edge and a scratch awl.

Naturally, driven from the barber chair, |

Tom casts longing eyes upon the ances- tral shaving machinery at home. Who shall say by what means he at length obtains possession of the parental razor?

None. Nobody knows. Nobody ever did know. Even the searching investigation

that always follows the paternal demand

for the immediate extradition of whoever |

opened a fruit can with that razor, which always follows Tom's first shave, is al- ways, and ever will be barren of results. All that we know about it ia, that Tom holds the razor in his hand about a min- ute, wondering what to do with it, be- fore the blade falls across his fingers and cuts every one of them. First blood claimed and allowed for the razor. Then he straps the razor furiously, or rather he razors the strap. He slashes and cuts that passive implement in as many direc- tions as he can make motions with the razor. He would eut it oftener if the strup lasted longer. ‘Then he nicks the razor against the side of the mug. Then he drops it on the floor and steps on it and nicks it again. They are small nicks, not so large by half as a saw tooth, and he flatters himself his father wil. never see them. ‘Then he soaks the razor in hot water, as he has seea his father do. Then he takes it out,/at a ternperature anywhere under 980 degrees Fahrenheit, and lays it against his cheek and raises a blister there the size of the razor, as he never saw his father do, but as his father most assuredly did, many, many years before Tom met him, ‘Then he makes a variety of indescribable grimaces and labial contortions in a frenzied effort to

get his upper lip into approachable shape, and at last, the first offer he makes at his emb-yo mustache, he slashes his nose with a vicious upper cut. He gashes the

corners of his mouth; whérever those nicks touch his cheek they leave a

scratch apiece, and he learns what a good nick in a razor is for, and at last when he lays the blood stained weapon down, his gory lip looks as though it had just

come out of a long stubborn, exciting contest with a straw cutter.

But he learns to shave, after awhile— just before he cut his lip clear off. He

has to take quite a course of instruction, however, in that great schowl of experi-

efce about which tne old philosopher had » remark to make. J is a grand aid schooi; the oniy school at which

men wiil study and learn, each for him- self. never does

Une man’s experience another man any good; never did and Hever will teach another man anything. if the p wonher had sald that ig was a hard sci nt thas some men would learm at no other than this grand old sched of « we might have in- ferred that a!] nen, and most bays, and a few men were exempt from its ird teaching. Bu he uses the mast c sive te if you remember what th , and eu a we ha u] n there. There is no other ‘ + Poor j ttle { ij +s { r i > Wi i iiti Cain—I |] I } i! to | him; I ) ; i rk r ya ad vag e} t brother, whe i ict i hj more c! ' } i 7 ’ other re } : f in - : : ; | I ‘ oa l wnt he had i t! iy ced 11 J ‘ th ( 7 § he wus ' h tin y } other ; ‘ t ld burn and t I i's boy woul t ! ‘ ‘ t é i Hel ; why ta ‘ \ ! Meth and ‘ na > 4 and ‘ \ jso an Go I i io u Ae I ‘ ‘ : an rif in or wa ‘ ! er, bh d our ‘fingers s + old fires tkat have scorched human : in the same monotonous old way &t the same reliable old stands, for the past 6,000 years; and ail the verbal in-

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singe, A million years from now—if this weary old world may endure so long— when human knowledge shall fall a lit-

tle short of the infinite, and all the lore and erudition of this wonderful age wiil be but the primer of that day of light— the baby that i¢ born into that world of knowledge and wisdom and progress, rich with all the years of human experi- ence, will cry for the lamp, and the very first time that opportunity favors it, will try to pull the flame up ky the roots, and will know just as much as ignorant, untaught, stupid little Cain knew on the same subject. Year after year, century after unfolding century, how true it is that the lion on the fence

is always bigger, fiercer, and more given ‘

to majestic attitudes and dramatic situ ations than the lion in the tent. Yet it costs us, often as the circus comes around, fifty cents to find that out.

But while we have been moralizing, Yom’s mustache has taken a start. It has attained the physical density, though not the color, by any means, of the Egyptian darkness—it can be felt; and it is felt; very soft telt. The world be- gins to take notice of the new-comer; and Tom, as generations of Tom’s before him have done, patiently endures dark hints from other members of the family about his face being dirty. He oftily ignores his experienced father’s sugges- tion that he should perform his tonsor- ial toilet with a spoonful of cream and the family cat. When his sisters in meekly dissembled ignorance and inno- cence inquries, ‘‘‘lom, what have you on your lip?’ he is austere, as becomes a man annoyed by the frivolous small talk of women. When his younger takes advantage of the presence of a numerous company in the _ house, to shriek over the baluster upstairs, appar- ently to any boy this side of China, ‘*‘Tom’s raisin’ mustachers!’’ Tom siniles, a wan, neglected-orphan smile; a smile that looks as though it had come up on his face to weep over the barren- ness of the land; a perfect ghost ofa smile, as compared with the rugged 7x9 smiles that play like animated crescents over the countenances of the company. But the mustache grows. Whenever you see such a mustache, do not laugh at it; | do not point at it the slow, unmoving | finger of scorn. Encourage it; speak | kindly of it; affect admiration for it; | coax it along—fr it is a first, They al- ways come that way. When in the full- ness of time it has developed so far that it can be pulled, there is all the agony of making it take color. It is worse and more obstinate, and more de- | liberate than a meerschaum. The sun, that tans Tom’s cheeks and blisters his nose, only bleaches his mustache. Noth- ing ever hastens its color; nothing «does it any permanent good; nothing bat patience, and faith, and persistent pull- ing.

With all the comedy there is about ft, however, this is the grand period of a boy’s life. careless, easy, natural manners and movements in the street and on the base- ball ground, and their marvelous, syste- matic,indescribable, inimitable and com- plex awkardness in your parlor, and do you never dream, looking at these reung fellows, of the overshadowing destinies awaiting them, the mighty struggles mapped out in the earnest future of their lives, the thrilling conquests in the world of arms, the grander triumphs in the realm of philosophy, the fadeless laurels in the empire of letters, and the imperishable crowns that he who giveth them the victory binds about their brow, that wait for the courage and ambition of these boys? Why, the world is ata boy’s feet; and power, and conquest and leadership slumber in his rugged arms and care-free heart. A boy sets his am- bition at whatever mark he will—lofty

boy who resolutely sets his heart on fame, on wealth, on power, on what he will; who consecrates himself to a life of noble endeavor, and lofty effort; who concentrates every faculty of his mind and body on the attainment of darling point; who brings to support his ambition courage and industry and patience, can trample on genims; for these ure better and grander than genius; and he will begin to rise abeve his fel- lows as steadily and as surely as the sun climbs above the mountains. Hannibal, standing before the Punic altar fires and in the lisping accents of childhood swoar- ing eternal hatred to Rome, was the

Hannibal at twenty-four years command- ing the army that swept down upon Ltaly like a mountain torrent, and shook the power of the mistress of the world, bid her defiance at -own gates, while affrighted Rome huddled and cowered under the protecting shadows of her walls. Napoleon, building snow forts at school and planning mimic battles with

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but by the manhood own right arm, and his own brain, and his own courage and dauntless ambition —emperor, with his foot on the throat of

prostrate Europe. Alexander, daring more in his bovhood than his warlike father could teach him, and entering

upon his all conquering career at twenty- four, was the boy whose vaulting ambi- tion only paused in its -dazzling flight when the world lay at his feet. And the fair-faced soldiers of the empire, they who rode down upon the bayonets of the English squares at Waterloo, when the earth rocked beneath their feet and the incense smoke from the altars of the battle zod shut out the sun and sky above their heads,who, with their young lives streaming from their gaping wounds, opened their pallid lips to cry ‘‘Vive L’Empereur,’’ as they die for honor and France, were boys—school boys-——the boy conscripts of France, torn from their homes and their schools to stay the falling fortunes of the last grand army and the empire that was tottering to its fall. You édon’t know how soon these happy-go-lucky young fellows, making summer hideous with baseball slang, or gliding around a skating rink on their backs, may hold the state and its destines in their grasp; you con't know how soon these boys may make and write the history of the hour; how soon they alone may shape events and guide the current of public action; how socn one of them may run sway with your daughter or borrow money of you.

Certain it is, there is one thing Tom will do just about this period of his existence. He will fall in love with some- body before his mustache is long enough to wax.

Perhaps one of the earliest indications of this event, for it does not always break out. in the same manner, is a sud- den and alarming increase in the number and variety of Tom’s neck-ties. In his boxes and on his dressing case his mother is constantly startled by the changing and increasing assortment of the dis- play. Monday he encircles his tender throat with a lilac knot, fearfully and wonderfully tied. A lavender tie succeeds the following day. Wednesday is graced with a sweet little tangle of pale, pale blue, that fades at a breath; ‘thursday is ushered in with a scarf of delicate pea green, ot wonderful convolutions and sufficiently expansive, by the aid of a clean collar, to conceal any little irregu- larity in Tom’s wash day; Friday smiles on a sailor’s knot of dark blue, with a tangle of dainty forget-me-nots embroid- ered over it; Saturday tones itself down to a quiet, unobtrusive neutral tint or shade, scarlet or yellow, and Sunday is deeply, darkly, piously black. It is diffi- cult to tell whether Tom is trying to express the state of his distracted feel- ings by his neckties, or trying to finda color that will harmonize with his mustache or match Laura’s shirt waist.

And during the variegated necktie period of man’s existence how tenderly that mustache is coaxed and petted and caressed. How it is brushed to make it lie down and waxed to make it stand out and how he notes its slow growth,

) and generally now, |

or groveling as he may elect—and the |

and weeps and meurns and swears orer it day after weary day. Now, if ever, he buys things to make it take color. But he never repeats this offense against nature. He buys a wonderful dye, warranted to ‘‘prodace a beautiful black or brown at one appli- cation without stain or injury te the skin.’’ Buys it at a shabby, round the corner, obssure little drug store, because he is not known there. He tells the

asenssin who sells it to him, that he is buying it for a sick sister. The assassin knows that he lies. And in the guilty

silence and with the lon ned,

solitude of his own room, curtains down and ‘the door tries the virtue of that magio dye. It gets on his fingers and turns them black to the elbow. Is burns holes,in his handkerchief when he tries to rub the maingnant poison off his ebony fingers. He applies it to his silky mus- tache, real camel's hair, very camtiously

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spoliches that pale everything else in Hlutonian cloom, that mustuche smiles out, grinning like some ghastly hirsu: specter, gleamng I moon throuct

a rifted storm cloud, unstained, untaint- ed, unshaded; a natural incorruptible blonde. That is the last time anybody fom on hair cye,

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And the hoots he crowds his feet into! A Sunday ol room the Sunday he- fore the pferic or the Chris mas tree,

with its su ninfiux of new schoizrs

his playfellows, was the lieutenanr ©. able morals and am! us | artillery at sixteen years, general ot ‘ s sit Gormupare with the over artillery and the victor of Yfoulon at ! i ition of those boots. Too twenty-four, and at last emperor—not by tight in the instep; too narrow at the

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his very soul with agony are the straps. When Tom is pull- ing them on, he fee's that if somebody would kindly run over hirn three or four times, with a freight train, the. sensa- tion would be pleasant and reassuring and tranquilizing. The air turns black before his starling eyes, there is a roar- ing like the rush of many waters in his ears, he tugs at the straps that one cut- ting his fingers in two and pulling his arms out by the roots, and just before his bloodshot eyes shoot ciear out of his

head, the boot comes on—or the strap pulls off. Then when he stands up, the earth rocks beneath his feet, and he

thinks he can faintly hear the angels calling his home, When he walks across the floor the first t:me his standing in the church and Christian community is ruined forever. Or would be if any one could hear what he says. He never, never, never gets to be so old that he cannot remember those boots, and if it is seventy years afterwards his feet curl up in agony at the recollection. The he is vaguely aware as he leaves his room that there is ’” Jock about him, and tittering is not needed to He _ has a cer- tain half-defined impression that every- thing he has on is a size too small for

his sister’s

(To be Continued.)

The grand and beautiful Bible story of Abraham intercepted on the porn of slaying his cherishes son has a deep signif- icance which ‘every mother should take ‘o heart. Too many mothers of the present day bind their children upon the aitar of neglect and misunderstanding, all unmindiul that beneficent providence forbids the sacrifice.

Wonien who expect to be mothers do not carte for their own health as they ought, and thus the health and lifelong welifare of the prospective little one is sacrinced. All women should know and use the health-supporting power of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription in every delicate condition of the organs pertain- inj to maternity.

This operiat organism is directly strength- encd and reinforced by this wonderful ‘‘ Pre- scription.’’ It renders the ordeal of moth- erhood entirely safe and comparatively easy; it gives constitutional energy and vigor to both mother and child: it absolutely cures every form of female weakness and disease. It is the only medicine in exist- ence devised for this particular purpose by an educated, skilled physician of thirty years experience in this special field of practice. A full account of its marvelous properties is given in one chapter of Dr. Pieree’s thousand-page illustrated book, ‘The People’s Common Sense Medical Ad- viser,’’ a paper-bound copy of which will be sent on receipt of thirty-one one-cent statrps to pay the cost of customs and mailing only, or handsomely cloth-bound for fifty stamps. Address World’s Dispen- sary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. Every woman should read this book.

W. R. Malcolm, of Knobel, Clay Connty, Ar- kansas, writes: ‘‘Since I last wrote von we have had a baby girl born to us. My wife took vour ‘Favorite Prescription’ all during the expectant

o'ject of Hon. Dr. Borden’s visit to Kng- land ix to persona!ly discuss with the war oftice the exact relation of the Canadian militia to the imperial army in actuelwar. Hitherto correspon¢eence on the subj ct had been carried on through the governor general or the m»rjor general commanding in Canada, and Dr. Borden 18 the firet minister of militia to take up the matter in person. Advices from London sav he will sail for Ottawa on January 12th.

CURRENT COMMENT.

That St. Louis saloon keeper who is turning to chalk probably made the mis- @uke of swallowing everything he put on his slate. —Washington Post.

Thieves at Port Chester, N. Y., stole a flicht of stairs. it would be interesting to know if these were their first steps in crime.—Philadelphia North American.

If Queen Victoria continues to shower aristocratic honors on London families in the mult line, the anarchists may yet be

Griven to champagne.—Washington Star,

A society has been fermed to demolish the Santn Claus myth. It ought to be

christened “The Society to Rob Childhood

of Its Chief Delight.'’—Philadelphia Press. Kentucky colonels will not overlook the noral in the case of the St.“Louis man ho is turning to stone as the result of having drunk too freely of spring water. —St. Louis Republic. , Chicaco hasa Fiuman Natureclab. Ié would not be strange if its members

proved worthy of their names by being prone to postponing the payment of dues’ as long as possible.—Boston Giohe,

Now the bubonic ] ittacked

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the monkeys in India.> Probably this will c ite measures for repressing the } zuc. Monkeys are rated as valuable, but mative Indians are not.—Boston Her- Bia Missouri has the most fin de siecle cen- tenarian. He was married on his one hun- dredth birthday to a lady years his jun- j 0 elo] bt, as it we i i 0 : pu lx = t— St. Louis ¢ D The omission of t ar and Wa- terloo chariots from 1 lord may- or’s parade this year was appreciated in France There comes ea time in the life of every n tion whe } s to ston cro over &# lent nd ¢ ted ices.——» licld I } ’ " } { ’ 2h wadded quilt On cale at frcer RA¢ 7 ; ench to $2.06 each —w tt frem $i.Uu to? $2.50 each.—St-n'ey Broe.— 6. 3 ;

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