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BAKER, Manager\n^t tjie Pig: Store\nSpecial Showing ot Women's Misses and Children's\nFall aqd Winter Mijlinery\nExqhisive Novelties frpm Fashion's Centres, including Patteri) Ilats from\nLprt'dpii;' NeV York and Parjtj. In Children's HeadtPear vfp ai*e showing\na ivkiii range of Sil^'Embrpidefed, Corded1 Silk, Velvets'anil Bearskin jn\nwhiteaiid colore\". Drdp iri and see1 the new styles. <\nLatest Novelties in Women'g Knitted Coat Sweaters, all cqlojrs and newest styles. \u25a0,J '! \u25a0\u2022 \u25a0'.\u2022:' '7 , \u25a0; . . \u25a0;. \u25a0jg.Wfo$4.00.\nSilk shawls, scarfs, facinators, squares, motor scarfs, silk- embroidered\ngauze ceiitres, d'oylies and cushion tops. We have just opened up a\nlarge asisortrnent in these silk novelties, and invite J\u00b0ur inspection of\ntheBe special \"Values. ' ' , '7 ' ': \u25a0\u25a0'\u2022 , '.\nMisses and phildrpn's* pal) and Winter Coat?. Best values and\nlowek prices combined,' with latest styles and serviceable materials,' make\nthese the best value in c'aats ever shown in Miphel.' . ~7$2.6\"0 to $10.00\nWomen's skirts, coats and suits.in a wide range pf latest styles and fab\nric8. ' :'i -'.\u2022-\/ *'\u25a0;'*\"'' \u25a0'\u25a0;\u25a0 . \".'' ' ' '. * \"j \u25a0''\" '\".\n41 Meat marke| yj| AA\nHigh-class Butchers\nNew Michel\n,\u2022 All meat fre^h killed---Prime Beef, Pork, and Mutton\nDairy Butter. Mild-cured Hams and Bacon\u2122-Fish\nin Season\nThe Store. Where They Send Whiat You Order\n2 Deliveries Daily 2\nHQTEL. KOOTENAY\nNew (Michel, B. C.\npouglas & Stedman .*?'\u2022*! ; proprietors\nRATES $2,00 A DAY\nx Evqrything First-Class and Comfortable\nNothing but white Jabqr ejnployed\n'BUS MEETS ALI, TRAINS\nTh$ frite$*Wpocl Qo, Ltd.\nMichel\nWE SELL\n\u00a7TANF(ELDfS\nFAMOUS\nUNDERWEAR\nThis brand in so well known, that it needs np recommend-\natipn from US. , ' \u25a0 , ' ,\" , 7'\nLpt uf bo yom* Furnishers.\nSpecialists iii Mens' Wear,\nGet tbe Habit. \\Go to\nBOYD & fiHUIR, Gt. Northern Hotel pipek, New Michel\nSuits Cleaned andPressed.\n s\t\n\" ' 1 \"'\" . ''..' I'.', ' '\u25a0 ' I , \u25a0.\nTHE SPECIAL EDITION\nThe Reporter Will Issue An, Illus-\ntratep! Industrial Number\nAs this town has been growing rapidly and her industrial development certain to attain an envied-place, the Reporter will, on (jctober 16, issue on fine, half tone paper, an\nexhaustive review of the two towns and their progress.\nWhile suitable illustrations will lighten up the pages of this\nnumber, special attention will be giveii to.the history of tbe\ntown, its industries and natural resources.\nEveryone who is Interested in the promising future of\nthe two towns shoujd join with thg Reporter in making this\nnumber a decided success.\nGRPAT NORTHERN HOTEL\nNEW MJPHEL\njn?L\nEVERYTHING\nFIRST-CLASS'\nUS\nCuisine\nUnsurpassed,\nBar Stocked\nWith' this\"Finest\nAttendance\nUnexcelled' ,\nMcCOOL & MOORE, Proprietors\n'\u00abElk Valley Beer,f\n\u00bb*> KING'S KANPY KITCHEN\nFor a}l kinds pf\nFruit, Candy, Cjgars, Nuts and Ice-Cream,\nNEW MICHEL,\nReward Offered\nWe Offer you a Saving of\n= 10 per cent. =====\nORDER (EARLY\nAs we are only printing a limited number of the Special\nEditjohj we would advise all desirous of sending copies\nto their friends, \\o Order at once. Sixteen pages for ten\ncents,\n i \t\nStation Required at Once\nThe recent trip of C. P. R. pffipials through here and the\npalpable evidenpe of the need of better railway facilities ahd\naccommodation along the line, may probably result in much\ngood accruing to the poople of New Michel. From the business outlook, that must have been apparent to the railway\npeople, we cannot see how they can much longer delay giv>\ning New Michel wbat she is justly entitled to in the way of\nstation and surrounding advantages.- We Jook with a good\ndeal of confidence to the outcome, aud when it does arrive,\nwe feel assured it will be in no half hearted manner, .for\nwhen the president of the C. P. R. does things, he does\nthem on a scale commensurate with the importance of his\ngreat transcontinental line.\nPure and\nPleasing.\nManufactured from\nCanadian Malt,\nBohemian HopB\nand the now Famous\nCrystal Spring Water,\nElk Valley Brewing Co., Limited\nSLICK UP\nGet Your Hirsute. Appendage Clipped apd Your\nWhiskers Pushed in at the Great Northern Tonspr-\nial Parlors\u2014You're next, '\u25a0\nP. M. MacLandere, Prop\nThe Model Bakery\nNOW OPEN!\nBread, Cakes, Pies, Buns, Etc. Fresh Every Day\nDriver will call for orders and deliver\nThe Model Bakery New Michel\nOn your Meat Bill, and the largest and choicest assortment\nof Fresh, Cooked, Smoked and Cured meats in the Pass\nFivo speoial brands of Creamery and Dairy Butter\nWATCH OUR CARS COME AND GO\nP. Burns &, Co. Ltd.\nNEW MICHEL, B. C.\nLivery, Dray and Transfer\nBus leaves 7.40 a, m., 1.40 p. ni.; and 6.40 p. m,\nReturns on arrival of trains\nOEO. FISHER, Proprietor\nLUMBER YARD wholesale and retail\nAll Kinds of Lam her, Mouldings, etc\u2014Psnoy Windows, Door.- tmd\nVerandah Potts in!,8tock and to Ordor.\nFernie Lumber Co., Ltd. .-. New mi-he.\nNEW AGREEMENT SIGNED\nOn Monday Oct. 4, the employees of the Crow's Nest\nPass Coal Company at Michol, voted on the proposed Doctors agreement between Dr. T, A. Wilson and tbe employees\nas represented by Michel Local Union No. 2334, U. M. W.\nof A., and the doctor's agreement was ratified by a majority of 207 votes. The doctor's agreement gives ample medical and hospital attendance and tho reporting of all accidents to the Secretary of Michel Local Union so as to do\naway with the difficulty of collecting compensation for injured members from the Coal Company, both from Old and\nNew Michel, and the niineworkers the right to build a hospital of their own. It's about time tho niineworkers of Michel owned a hospital of their own, and then they would not\nhave to depend upon the good- will of a coal corporation for\nhospital accommodation and in the long run it would only\nmean their paying about half what they have to pay at the\npresent time, the same as they have tout Coleman where the!\nniineworkers own their own hospital. Dr, T. A. Wilson is1\nnow making arrangements with Dr. H. S. McSorley to lake)\nover his hospital equipment and hospital so that he can got\ndown to business.\nChas. Gabneh,\nt-Vcretury Michel Uonl Union, .Michel, B. 0.'\nPatronize Home industry\nSmoke Crow's Nest Special\nand Miner's Favorite Cigars\nMmiufactured by tho Crow's Nest Cigar Factory, Fernie.\nTlic Hotels all through tho Pass handle these goods\n.\u2022ind Union men should nsk for Union Label Goods.\nE. V. Holding Co.,\nBuilders and Contractors\nRepairs and alterations promptly attended to,\nEstimates cheerfully given\t\nNew Michel\nHave you renewed your Subscription\nto The Reporter ? It's only $1.00 now. THE REPORTER, NEW MICHEL, BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nLOVE'SJNTUITION.\nA Girl Who Was Able to Read\nBeneath the Surface.\nBy MARY WOOD.\nAbove tli\u00a3 shrill wlilr of the crickets\nrose the hum nf feminine voices. Under the green apple boughs the hammock convention wns In full swing.\nMiss Maybrlck culled It a hornets' nest\nnnd preferred the doubtful coolness of\nthe piazza. Hut, then, she was a college professor, too superior to appreciate the joys of the younger set.\nJane Carew. however, sometimes\nagreed with her. This afternoon she\nlitd her 'ace behind a hook, while girlish fancies carried her fnr above the\nswaying leaves up Into the perfect\nblue of the July sky. How lovely n\u00bb-\ntnre was this summer, how full life of\nnew delights!\nMiss Moybrlck's name brought her\nback to earth ngnlu-MlsB Maybrlck,\nthe one cloud In her sky.\n\"Oh. yes, she approves of him,\" sancy\nMadge was saying. \"She can put up\nwitb his sunburned face, roughened\nhands nnd the general boorlshness of\na farmer. Rut I suppose at her age\nany man is acceptable. To tell the\ntruth. I have almost reached that condition myself In this man forsaken\nspot.\" And she shook her head Id\nmock despair.\n\"Jane agrees with her,\" some one\nnilded a little maliciously. \"She never\nseems to mind sharing bis attentions\n\u2022with her.\"\nA book went dowu wltb a crash and\nangry spots of scarlet glowed ln Jane'a\ncheeks us she said defiantly: \"John\nStaunton Is not a boor. He Is a gen-\ntloman. Just becnuse he scorns to\ntalk the twaddle that men usually\nthink good enough for us girls you\nvote htm a boor. He often makes mo\nashamed of the little I know, and the\nbooks he lends me have opened up a\nnew world, a world bigger nnd better\ntban all the flirting and shams and\nheartaches thnt go to make up society. No wonder he likes to talk to |\nMiss Maybrlck. She's worth the whole\nlot of us when It comes to knowing\nthe things that are worth while!\"\nThe girl stopped short with 11 gasp\nas sbe realized the, horrified hush wblch\nbad fallen on the circle. \"Oh, wbat\nhnve I said?\" she cried and burled her\nface In ber cushions.\nBut Madge's gay voice was tender as\nshe stroked tbe brown head. \"You've\nread us a lecture, Janie, denr,\" she\nBald gently, \"but 1 fancy we-needed it\na bit It's horrid to talk about one of\nyour friends the way we talk about\nStauntou, nnd we ought to ask yonr\npardon. As for Miss Maybrlck, she's a\nstuck up old tblng. aud you're ever no\ntnucb ulcer than she iu spite of all she\nknows. Just watt till Cousin Alex\ncomes next week and see tbe. new\nworld that he opens to you. He Is\nreally literal*}' and writes things for\notber people to rend.\"\nJane's face wns still hidden. Sbe\nwas battling to overcome ber tears\nand even harder' to drive out of ber\nheart the unreasonable jealousy of the\nolder woman thnt somehow had crept\nInto It. Tbe time had been wben she\n\u25a0would hnve scorned her as a rival, but\nlove bad made her bumble. Youth and\nbeauty seemed of smnll weight to cast\nInto the scales ngalnst years of scholastic training and study.\nCousin Alex came. He was a slim,\ndapper young man, with an Important\nmanner rather nt variance wltb hla\nsize. But tie had a way of retailing\nold jokes thnt mnde them seem new\nand a stock of compliments suited\nto every age ami was therefore greatly\nIn favor among the guests at the\nsleepy old farmhouse. As befitting his\npretensions as a journalist be rattled\non unceasingly about books and literature. He knew this man uud tbat\nbook, and, above all. he was one whose\nname abould some day stand foremost\nIn tbe world of letters. The date was\nnot yet set, but he spoke of \"bis novel\"\n.mysteriously, even reverently, and bis\nfeminine audience was accordingly Impressed.\nMore or less unwillingly Jane wns\ncomplelleil to listen to many of these\npredictions, for \"Cousin Alex\" at once\ndeveloped a fondness for her society.\nPerhaps certain glances that Staunton\ncast lu tils direction added zest to the\nchase. Perhaps It was tbe elusive\nfashion In which Ihe girl received bis\nadvances. Certain It Is thnt a week's\ntime hnd earned him the very fitting\nname of \"Jane's shadow.\"\nYet to Jane herself ench day seemed\nto bring more unhapplness. Staunton\nenme as often ns ever, but nt sight of I\nAlex by ber side he left the laughing\ngroup to chat with Miss Maybrlck In\nIntimate aloofness. And as tbe girl\nsaw the door to the beautiful new\nworld closing becnuse the band of him\nWho held It open was withdrawn the\npain and wenrlnesR of her old frivolous life seemed nlmost pnst bearing.\nHer eyes were more wli ifnl than she\nknew oue evening ns she snw a tall,\nmuscular figure swing up the walk\nwith the easy, confident stride of the\nman who wns master of bis fate.\nStaunton's fnce softened as be met\nthem. nnd. though Cousin Mei Ham-\nlilln was on hand, ns usual, he settleil\nhimself on the top step with the ntr\nof a mnn who had come to stay. The\nbrown eyes were downcast now, but a\nshy blush of pleasure stilt flushed ber\nchecks.\nThere wns always n visible air of\nconstraint between the two men, but\nHnmblln rose manfully to the occasion. Here wns n most longed for op-\nmortnnlty to prove to Miss Jane that\nIStnunton wns but n boor of a farmer,\n\u25a0after all, and no match for a man ot\nItbe world like himself.\nIf the older man detected bis halt*\nveiled tone of patronage, he only\nimllcd quizzically. ItWIeed. his position\nnoon\/grew more untenable than tbat\nif his adversary. As the conversation\nranged from books to men and hack\nto books again Jane saw, witb a thrill\nit pride, that Staunton more than beld\nul8 own. Wbnt Is more, he held his\ntemper, a precaution neglected by the\nitberi\nAt last the talk fell upon one of tbe\nrecent novels, a book of unusual\nstrength and breadtb of view. Jane\nhnd rend It several times, for It had\nseemed tn point ber to the new life she\nlonged to live. Staunton was silent, as\nthough pleating at possible.\nUt me begin with the eyet, thon\ntell-tale wlndowt through whon uncurtained panel all of tht iouI'i\nthought! may be to plainly read. The\nworried eye. the ley eye, the round,\n\u2022taring, foolish eye have never been\naung by the poet Thli feature, above\nall others ln a woman'! face, needa\nto be. loft lympathetlc, deep, ai It\nWere, and with the reatfulnen of quiet\nwaters, Thon Who look long Into the\nright tort of eyei go away feeling that\nthey have been rooked In maternal\narma These are the e'yet that little\nchildren understand, and that soldier!\nwho go away to die on the battle field\nremember to the last. They are the\neyea that all mother!, iweethearte and\nwives should have, and If Nature haa\ndenied them they should be artificially\ncultivated;\nThe eye lacking In exprenlon, which\n\u2022eemi to look upon all the world with\nchill unaympathy, ihould be treated\nlint to a few HEART dropi,\u2014one or\n'two kind thought! a day\u2014and then It\nmuit learn how to hold the llda In a\ndrooping aentlmental fashion with the\n'eyebrow! ln a iharter ilant\nThi trick, which a number of my\nttago frlendi call the \"Diiae eye,\" It\n'aooompllthed In thli way: Smooth the\n',\u00abaoe firtt with a placid look, with the\nmouth set ln a gentle bow. Then lift\nthe forehead slightly\u2014not enough to\nwrinkle It\u2014and drop the lldt over the\neyet. and look at everybody and everything with theie half veiled orbs. 'The\nresult ll eminently humanizing, and the\nartifice It tutted to all hard and too\nemail eyet, though 1 mutt cpnfen that\na little duttlng of the upper lid with\ndirk coimetlo. goee with It. Thle,\nhowever, It only tor pale or too red\neyelids, and It li required to give the\nball a look of fullness. When the tide\nart exceptionally pale, a taint dust of\nrouge may be put on before the brown,\nor blue or black penciling that the\nnatural coloring needt; and If the ball\nIt washed three times a day with salt\nand water, or a solution of boraclo acid,\nIt will take on a new wholeaomeneas.\nToo much vivacity In the use of the\neyes li almost as enplaning as the\n\u2022tolid look, and constant winking \u00abon-\nveyi an Impression of fllghtlneia. lack\not latereat anil \u00bbv\u00abn disease. - ^\u00ab eye\nmuit listen at wtll at the ear, but It\nmuit do It quietly\u2014with that calm and\nuniympathetlo attention which., a\nspeaker demand!, and which, In Itself,\nIt a charm Ineffable. In the . mere\nmovement of the eyelids, al they rise\nand fall, there may be a tremendout\nloveliness. When they fold upward In\none imooth, deep, oval flexion, the\nplalneat fan li glorified, and thli\nmovement may be quite aucoenfully\npracticed with the gymnastic! for tha\nDun eye.\nAt the same time, a toft and beautiful line la cultivated for the eyebrow,\nfor the Dun trick holds It at the right\nangle, Inner endt up, outer onet down,\nthe oval out luggnted by thli changing softening and deepening the eye\nIn every way.\nBrowt In a narrow line, growing\nstraight acrost, are always beautiful,\nand since deeply arched brpwi are put\non the shelf of antiquated beauties,\nthe owners of them ihould be very\ncaroful hot to use them too much, for\nto tee then expressive details go up\nInto a startling bow with every \"Oh\"\nand \"Ah\" It foolish In the extreme, and\nit wmi a manmrlim which can and\n\u2022hould be checked. Such browt art\nmuch Improved by bruthlng them\nstraight across. Initead ot doing It In\na way to follow the entire arch. If the\ndouble bowa are ridiculously long, the\n\u25a0ervlcti of a beauty expert may be\ncalled ln to remove the lower points.\nwhich tllght and Improving operation\nIt netlher painful nor Imponlble.\nA tonlo tor meagre eyebrows and\neyelashei. eipeclally thole, that fall\nfrom sickness or have, become ragged\nfrom neglect, is at follows:\nLavender vinegar 2*4 ounoet\nGlycerine IK ounces\nFluid extract of Jaborandl...) drachma\nVaiellne alto encouragea the growth\nof the browa and lathn, and upon the\nformer a narrow brush, kept solely for\nthis purpose, ihould be und every day.\nThe beauty ot the mouth depend!\nImmensely upon human nature,\nThought and emotion are the sculptors\nof the mouth, so that If the heart and\nmind Incline too much toward the unlovely of life, the secret can never be\nhidden. Emeraon\u2014that molt spiritual of wrlten\u2014telle ue that the mouth\nthrough ennobling thought, of course)\nIs capable of the greatest beauty.\nWith the wrong emotions, emphasizing\nqualities appear In the cheeks and chin,\nso that a happy and pure mouth, or a\nbitter and coarse one. may change tht\nvery tormatlon of the entire countenance.\nThe habl' of grimacing ii greatly to\nbe deolored, for. evep a beautiful\nwoman can spoil \u25a0 her face by some\nhabitual contortion of the mouth, while\nfor a genuinely ugly woman to do thli\nseems an actual pretumtion. 10 cro-\ntesquely and cruelly plain will ahe\nappear.\nThe mouth of a well bred peraop Is\nsealed with the very spirit of repoie\nwhen It li not called upon to perform\nany of the dutlea inherent to the flesh.\nand ihote who ignore thli widespread\nopinion are likely to bo classed at last\namong the \"vulgar herd.\"\nThough generally Indicative of a\nnature that la anything but spiritual,\nlax, flabby lips\u2014the \"loose\" mouth that\nthe novelist loves to plant upon tome\nunfortunate creature of hit brain\u2014are\ntometlmet the result of sheer carelessness.\nWomen who are conscious of this\ndefect ihould learn to hold lips more\nflrmly, and they may further Improve\nthem with some astringent or other,\nsuoh as alum or camphor or tannin.\nThis species of mouth should also be\ntaught reetraint In every way\u2014tbat It\nmust never hold Itself open or Indulge\nIn any volubility that tends to emphasise Its falling!. It must be given to\nunderstand that It occupies a minor\nplaoe ln the world and that It must\nassume a modesty though It have It\nnot . , ,\nVery thick lips may be held In a\nway so that a part of them ll oon-\ncealed In the fold of the mouth, while\na little attention to a mouth unduly\nwide will prevent lti owner from\nspreading It too much with speech, and\nteach her how to keep It at all times\nwithin reaaonable boundi.\nThe perfect mouth\u2014that delicate bow\nneither too wide nor too narrow, whose\ncurvet are all tweet and tender,\u2014\nwhin aooompanled by perfect teeth, Is\none of the loveliest of creations. Yet\neven a perfect mouth may be Improved\ntomtlmn by a touch of rouge, for\nbeauty of line does not alwayt mean\nbeauty of tint It li aln made more\ncharming by a iweetly wholesome\nbrnth, and for thli purifying .purpose\npray let me recommend chewing Canadian anakeroot, though thli will have\nlittle iffect If the teeth are neglected\nand the mouth left without the antl-\nteptlo wathei needed dally. A few\ndropi of carbolic acid In a tumbler of\nwarm water makes a magnificent wath|\nfor the mouth, but care muit be taken.\nto keep tht deadly poison where little'\nhand! will never reach It\nEtiquette Dos and Don'ts For the College Girl\nGrape Juice Sherbet\u2014Sherbet la\nmort -sully digested than ice-cream,\nand grape Juice unreal with moat children. Add one quart of water to one\npint of (rape Juice and one cup of,\nlugar, and freeze, Serve with iquarei\nof rlnger-bread or wince-take.\nXT li easy enough, after the first\nfew daye or weeks, for the girl\naway from home for the firtt\ntime at school or college to adjust herself to her new surroundings. She\nkeeps her eyes and ears open, her\nmouth shut, takes the advice of the\nupper classmen, and soon comes to\nthink that at last ahe has found the\nworld to which she was bom, and for\nwhich-she has been vainly looking all\nher life.\nBut, strangely and by some contrary\nfate, It Is generally a hard thing for\nthis same girl later on to readjust herielf to her home and to the world-that-\nhaen't-been-to-college In general. We\nall know the kind of girl who cornea\nhome after her flrst year at boarding\nschool, or her freshman year at college,\nfilled with enthusiasm and new ideas,\nand absolutely out of sympathy with\nthe quiet little town, or the quiet part\nof tha noisy big town In which she\nlives, and which uaed to satisfy all\nher social and Intellectual cravings.\nShe ti'Ita, desperately and In the wrong\nway, to straighten things out and to\n\u25a0bring people around to her way of\nthinking. Then she settles down to\ndeep despair and tragic disappointment with everyone and everything,\n.until, by soma lucky chance, she either\nfalls In love and gets married, decides\nto go to work, or else flti herielf to\nthe place that won't tit Itself to her.\nI There are a few don'ts, and more\nIdos. that ought to help the girl who\nfinds herself at home after a year, or\nfour years, away at school or college.\n(and ln a little difficulty about adjusting\nherself to her old life.\nThe flrst don't Is a big one, and Its\nobservance will avoid much trouble,\n'Boat act superior. If you do, you art\n\u25a0ure to have a' hard tlm\u00ab There la\na pleasant little pension ln Paris run\nby a oharming French woman. Htr\n\u25a0house la usually filled with American\nguests, and ehe Is always willing to\nchaperon such young women as want\nher to. Ont summer tvtnlng thtrt\nwen at this pension several new arrivals at dinner, and after Madame, who\n\u2022at at tht htad of the table.to dispense\nItht wine, had Introduced them, one of\nItht young girls whom Madame waa\nchaperoning began te talk to the newcomers. Bhe addressed \u2022bsrtttf to tht\nman at htr tide. \u2014\n\"I don't suppose yon-re seen tht\nSalnta Ghapelle? NoT Of coune not;\n[you've only Just come. Perhaps you've\n[never even heard of it, but of count\nI've been to college and wt studied\narchitecture. It's one of tht most\ncharming things here\u2014pure Gothic.\n[You know, the true identification of\nGothic architecture\u2014-but I don't tup-\njpose you do, and it's too difficult for\nia layman to understand, sol shan't\n;iry to explain. Some people' stupidly\nsuppose anything with a pointed arch\nIs real Gothic. It must be to funny to\ngo about and look at all those wonderful buildings, and not really under-\nHand what you're looking at!\"\nShe rattled on at a great rate, hinting at the wonders of phlloiophy, psychology, zoology and Sanskrit, and\neveryone listened to her with courteous\nattention. And ahe didn't even know\nenough to be ashamed of herielf when\nahe found that the man to whom ihe\nhad talk-? I about the Salnte Chappelle\nwas a well known New York architect,\nIn Paris for the very purpose of studying Gothic architecture!\nOf count, she Is an unusual specimen,- for which let us be thankful,\u2014\nbut sho Is a real girl and a good example of what not to be. It la much\nbetter for\u201etht college girl to keep her\nlearning In'the background until there\nIs srfme demand for It to be ahown In\nthe proper way and at the proper time,\nthan to parade It continually and have\nIt and herself at leant secretly laughed\nat\nTht ntxt don't Is for the direct opposite of this girl. i\u00bb\u00bbn'e foolishly refuse to talk about your life and work\nat college or school If somebody wanta\nto hear about I'.. If somtont who\nknowa you have been to college aiks\nyou to tell him ahout It, don't any,\n\"Oh, pleaso let's not talk about that!\nIt's such a boral And I'vt really forgotten about It.\" This la a very rude\nattitude to take towards anyone who\nhaa troubled hlmsolf to talk about what\nyou ought to be Interested In.\nAnother don't concerns Itself with\nclothes. Don't go about bareheaded In\na sedate little town In winter Just be-\ncause you used to do so on tht college\ncampus. Don't wear In the city streets\ntht numerals on your sweater which\ntht attainment of a much coveted place\non the college gym team gave you.\nDon't think you must woar evening clothes for the simple lupptr\nwhich Is the rule In tht town whtre\nyou live. Just became you used to\ndress for dinner at boarding school.\nDon't ride horseback In tht city parka\nwithout a hat and with your hair\nstreaming at the mercy of tht wind,\nbecause on the country roads about tht\ncollege town you used to rldt that way.\nAlthough a girl who dots any of these\nthings Is not being unladylike, she Is,\nnevertheless, surely breaking the laws\nof strictly good taste, because ihe la\ntrying to force her own opinions where\nthey are not wanted. *\nAlso, don't spread oollegt cusnwnn,\nbannors and trophies over tht entire\nhouse, hut confine them to your own\nbed-room and den. whtrt they are In\nperfect taste. Don't ask the Ladles'\nMissionary Society of your church to\nconduct Its meetings according to the\nrules laid down In Hubert's \"Utiles in\nOrder:\" don't Insist on talking about\nthe amphloxus or Spinosa's \"De Intel-\nlectus emandatione\" when the real of\nthe girls want to talk about tht mtn\nat tht danct last night or what kind\nof sleeves art going to be worn next\nseason.\nNow for the Dos, They art as hard\nto observe as the don'ti, but carefully\nobserved, they are sure to bring happiness and popularity. '\nIn the flrst place, decide that you art\ngoing to make a place for yourself\nwith your old friends. Begin by doing\nwhatever they do. and doing It aa\nnaturally as possible, tt le absurd for\na girl to say that after n year or two\nor even four years, away from homo,\nshe cannot tnke up the old threads, of\nfriendship. If her old friends find her\ncompanionable and agreeable they wtll f\nwelcome her an a new and or'Noua addition to their circle 1%\nBefore thle girl knows It. tier friends\nwill be looking to htr for suggestions \\\nand advice, Rhe must always be ready\nwith plans for entertainment; she must\nhave stories of college fun and pranks\nat her tontine's end. to deltvtr nn it-\nqueen; she must be ready to sing college songs, and to teach thtm, and to\nttuich the pretty folk-dances, that she\nteamed In her gymnaalum work. Sho\nmust be willing tn lend her hooks, htr\npictures ond her golf nnd tennis things,\nand to kIvc her fudge recipe to anyone who wants It. She mutt bt\nready to help organize reading clubs\nor musical societies and to get up\nand manage\u2014If she's asked to do so-\namateur theatrics, and she must alwaya\nbe ready to lend a helping hand to her\nyounger friends who are still at\nschool, or trying to get ready for\ntheir college entrance exama.\nIf tho college or hoarding-school gtrl\naway from college or school takes account of these dos and don'ts in htr\ndally life she'll find herself\u2014not that\nsaddest of all sad spectacles, a girl\nwho thinks she isn't appreciated\u2014but\nfairly the center nnd lite of any circle\nshe enters And at the same time sht\ncan take proper pride In the fact that\nshe understnnds thoroughly and practices delightfully the rules of etiquette\nthat society has Inld down to govern \u2022\nthe conduct of the away-from-homr\npdurated girl.\nw\nBlackberry Cordial. To two (.uirts of\nblackborriim udd one and a hnlf pounds\nof sugar, a half ounce of cinnamon, a\nhalf ounce af nutmeg, a quarter of an\nounce, each, of cloves and allspice, [toll\nall together fur a short time, and wliua\nId udd a pint jf good brandy. THE REPORTER. NEW MTCHEL. BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nSatan\nSanderson\nBy BALLIE ERMlfUE RIVES.\nAuthor ol \"Burls Covtieow.\" Sic\nCopyright 1908. the Bobbo-UerrlU\nCompany.\n(Continued.)\nHe shoved the candle nearer on tbe\ntable. \"There's a queer look In your\nface, Hugh!\" he said, with a clumsy\nattempt at kindness. \"That rock they\nthrew muBt have hurt you. Feel sort\nof dizzy, eh? Never mind, I'll show\nyou a sight for sore eyes. You went off\nwithout your share of the lust swag.\nbat I've saved It for you. Prendergast\nwouldn't cheat a pair\nFrom a cranny ln the clay chinked\nwall be took a chamois skin bag. It\/\ncontained a quantity of gold dust and\nsmall nuggets, which he poured Into\na miner's scales on the table and proceeded to divide ln two portions. This\naccomplished, he emptied one of the\nportions on to a paper and pushed It\nout\n\"That's yours.\" he said.\nHarry's eyes were on his with a\npiercing Intensity now, aa though they\nlooked through blm to a vast distance\nbeyond. He was staring through a\n.\u25a0gray midst at something far off, but\nsignificant, that eluded his direct\nvision. Tbe board table, the yellow\ngold, the flickering candlelight, recalled something horrifying, in some other\nworld, in some other life, millions of\nages ago.\nHe lurched to his feet, overturning\nthe table. The gold dust rattled to the\nfloor.\n\"Your dealt\" he said. Then, with a\nvague laugh, be fell sldewlse upon the\nbunk.\nAugust Prendergast stared at him\nwith a look of amazement on his yellow face. \"He's crazy as a chicken I\"\nhe said.\nHe eat watching htm awhile, then\nrose and kindled a Are on the unswept\nhearth. From a litter of cans and\ndented utensils ln a corner be proceeded to cook himself supper, after\nwhlcb he carefully brushed up the\nscattered gold dust and returned It all\nto Ita hiding place. Lastly he rummaged on a shelf and found a vial.\nThis proved to be empty, however,\nand he set It on the table.\n\"I guess yon'll do well enough without any pain killer,\" he said to himself. \"Doctors are expensive. Anyway, I'll be back by midnight.\"\nHe threw more wood on the fire,\nblew out the candle nnd, closing the\ndoor behind him, set off down the\ntrail to tbe town, where a faro bank\nsoon acquired tbe bill Jessica had given hlm.\nChapter 15\n\u20ac\n|T was pitch dark when\nJessica reached the sanitarium, though sbe went\nlike a whirlwind, the\nchill damp smell of the\ndewy balsams In ber nostrils, the dust rising ghostlike behind\nthe rapid hoofs. She found David\nStlres anxious and peevish over ber\nlate coming.\nShe felt a relief when the old man\ngrew tired and was wheeled to his\nbedroom.\nLeft alone, her reflections returned.\nBhe began to be tortured. Sbe tried\nto read. Tbe printed characters swam\nbeyond ber comprehension. At length\nahe drew a hood over her bead and\natole out on to the wide porch. -\nIt was ouly tl o'clock, and along tbe\ngravel paths that wound among the\nshrubbery a few dim farms were strolling. She caught tbe scent of a cigar\nand the sound of a woman's Inugb.\nThe air was crisp and bracing, with\nn promise of frost und painted leaves.\nShe gazed down ncrosB Ihe dark\ngulches toward tbe town, a straggling\ndesign pricked In blinding yellow\npoints. Halfway between, folded In\nthe darkness, lay tho green sbelf and\nthe cabin to wbleb her thought recurred with a kind of compulsion-\nThere waa no moon, hut tbe stars\nwere glowing like tiny green gilt coals.\nand the yellow road lay plain and\nclear. With a sadden determination\n\u25a0he drew her light cloak closely about\nher. Btepped down, sped across the\ngrass to a footpath and so to the road.\nAs she ran on down the curving stretch\nunder the trees the crackling slip of\nbank paper thnt lay In ber bosom\n\u2022coined to burn her flesh. Bhe was\n(teallug awny to gaze upon tbe outcast wbo bad shamed and bumbled\nher\u2014going, she knew not why, wltb\nburning cheek nnd hammering heart\nShe slipped through the side trail tn\nthe cabin with a choking Kensntlon.\nShe stole to the window nud peered\ntn. In the firelight she could see the\nform on the bunk, tossing and mutter\ning. Otherwise the place was empty.\nShe lifted tbe latch softly and entered.\nThe strained anxiety of Jessica's\nlook relaxed as she gazed nbout her.\nBhe saw tbe vial on the tnble. The\ndoctor hnd been there, then. If he\nware In serious case, Prendergast\nwould be, with him. Sbe threw back\nber hood, drew one of tbe chairs to\ntbr side of tbe bnnk nnd snt down, ber\neyet fixed on bis face. The weakness\nand helplessness or bis posture struck\nthrough and tbrongh her. Two sides\nof ber were struggling ln a chaotic\ncombat for mastery.\n\"I hate you! I bate your she said\nunder her breath, clinching her cola\nband. \"I must hate you! You stole\nmy love and put It under your feetl\nYou have disgraced my present and\nruined my future! What If you have\nforgotten the past\u2014your crime? Does\nthat make you the less guilty or me\nthe less wretched?\"\nBut withal a silent voice within her\ngave the He to her vehemence. Some\nelement of her character that bad been\nrigid and Intact was crumbling down.\nAn old sweet something that a dreadful mill had ground and crushed and\nannihilated was rising whole and undented, superior to any petty distinction, regardless of all that lifted combative ln her Inheritance, not to be\ngainsaid or denied.\nShe leaned' closer, listening to the Incoherent words and broken phrases\nborne on the turbid channels of fever.\nBut she could not link them together\ninto meaning. Only one name he spoke\nclearly over and over again\u2014the name\nHugh Stlres\u2014repeated with the dreary\nmonotony of a child conning a lesson.\nShe noted tbe mark across his brow.\nBefore her. marriage, ln her blindness,\nshe had used to wonder what it was\nlike. It was not in tbe least disfiguring.. It gave a touch of the extraordinary. It was so small she did not\nwonder that in that ecstatic moment of\nber bride's kiss bhe had not seen It.\nSlowly, half fearfully, she stretched\nout her hand and laid It on his. As if\nat the touch the mutterings ceased.\nShe bent and touched her lips to Ms forehead.\nThe eyes opened, and a confused, troubled look crept to them. Then they\nclosed again, and the look faded out\nInto a peace that remained.\nA thrill ran through her, the sense\not moral power of the weak over tbe\nstrong, of the feminine over the masculine.\nA rising flush stained ber cheeks.\nWith a sudden Impulse and wltb a\nguilty backward glance sbe bent and\ntouched her lips to his forehead.\nShe drew back quickly, ber face\nflooded with color, caught her breath,\nthen, drawing ber hood over ber head,\nwent swiftly to the door and was lost\nin tbe darkness.\n\u2022 \u25a0 \u2022 \u2022 \u2022 \u2022 \u2022 \u2022\nWheJu toward 'midnight the fever\nebbed. Sanderson bad fallen Into a\ndeep sleep of exhaustion, from which\nhe opened bis eyes next morning upon\nthe figure of Prendergast sitting, pipe\niu month. In the sunny doorway.\nHe lifted blmself on his elbow. Thnt\ncrafty race bad been Inexplicably woven with the delirious fantasies of his\nfever. Where and when hud he known\nIt? Then In a great tide welled,'brer\nblm tbe memory of bis last conscious\nhours\u2014tbe scene In the saloon, the\nfight, tbe music, the sudden appalling\ndiscovery of his name and repute. Be\nremembered the sickening wave of self\ndisgust, the fierce agony of resentment\nthat had beat In his every vein as be\nwalked up the darkening street He\nremembered the thrown quartz. No\ndoubt another missile had struck home\nor he had been set upon, kicked and\npommeled Into Insensibility. This old\nman\u2014a miner probably, for there were\npicks and shovels In the, corner\u2014had\nsuccored him. He bad been ill, there\nwas lassitude In every limb, and shadowy recollections tantalized hlm. He\nretained a dim consciousness of a woman's face\u2014the face be had seen on\nthe balcony\u2014leaning near him, bringing Into a painful disorder a sense of\ngrateful coolness, of fragVance and of\nrest\nAs be stared again at the seated figure, the grim fact reared like a grisly\nspecter, deriding, thrusting Its haggard\npresence upon\n^\"TV^-v filblm. In this\nf l'\\\\ Vjjl little cbmmunl-\n. > \\ ty, which apparently be bad for-\ns a k e n and to\nwhich he had by\nchance returned,\nbe stood a rogue\nand a scoundrel,\na thing to point\ntbe finger nt and\nto avoid. The\n. ,, question thnt had\n\\i^jK. burned bis brain\nV A.X t0 flre atttaei UD\n' a> \\v \/ \u2022\u2022Kl\u20221,,\u2022 Thetown\nV-yj III'* despised blm.\nWhat had been\nhis career? How\nhad he become\na parish? And\nhy what miracle had he been so altered\nas to look upon himself wltb loathing?\nHe lifted blmself upright dropping\nhis feet to the floor. At the movement\nthe mnn on the doorstep rose quickly\nand enme forward.\n\"You're better, Hngh,\" he ssld. \"Take\nIt enR,v though. Don't get up Jut yet-\nI'm going to cook you some breakfast\"\n\"I'm going lo cook\nI\/on some break-\nflWl.\"\nHe turned to tbe hearth, kicked tha\nsmoldering log ends together and aet\na sancepan on tbem. \"Yon'll be stronger wben you've got something between your ribs.\" be added.\n\"How long have 1 been lying henr* !\nasked Harry.\n\"Only since last night You've bad a|\nfever.\"\n\"Where la my dog?\"\n\"Dog?\" said the other. \"I never\nknew you had one.\"\nHarry's lips set bitterly. It had fared\nmore hardly, then, than he. It had\nbeen a ready object for the crowd to\nwreak their hatred upon, because It\nbelonged to blm\u2014because It was Hugh\nStlres' dog!\n\"Is this your cabin, my friend?\"\nThe figure bending over tbe hearth\nstraightened Itself with a jerk, and\nthe blinking yellow eyes looked hard\nat blm. Prendergast came close to the\nbunk.\n\"That's the game yon played ln the\ntown,\" he said, with a surly sneer.\n\"It's all right for those that take It\nIn, but you needn't try to bamboozle\nme, pretending you don't know yonr\nown claim and cabin! I'm no such\nfool!\"\nA dull flush came to Harry's brow.\nHere was a page from that Iniquitous\npast that faced him. His own cabin!\nAnd his own claim! Well, why not?\n\"You are mistaken,\" he said calmly.\n\"I am not pretending. I cannot remember you.\"\nPrendergast laughed ln an ugly, derisive way. \"I suppose you've forgotten the half year we've lived here\ntogether and the gold dost we've gathered ln now and again\u2014slipped It all,\nhave you?\"\nHarry stood up. The motion brought\na temporary dizziness, but it passed.\nHe walked to the door and gazed out\non the pleasant green of the hillside.\nOn a tree near by was nailed a rough,\nweather beaten board on' which was\nscrawled, \"The Little Paymaster\nClaim,\" He saw the grass grown\ngravel trenches, evidence of abandon,\ned work. He had been a miner. That\nIn Itself was honest'toll.\n\"The claim is good, then,\" he snid\nover bis shoulder. \"We found the\npay?\"\nPrendergast contemplated him a moment In grim silence, with a scowl.\n\"You're either really fuddled, Hugh,\"\nhe said then, \"or else you're a star\nplay actor and up to something deep.\nWell, have It your own way\u2014It's all\nthe same to me. But you can't pull\nthe wool over my eyes long!\"\nThere were mockery and threat In\nbis tone; but, more than both, the evil\nIntimacy ln his words gave Harry a\nqualm of disgust This man had been\nhis. associate.. That one hour In the\ntown had shown blm wbat his own\nlife there bad been.\nWhat should he. do? Forsake forever the neighborhood where he had\nmade his blistering mark? Fling all\naside and start again somewhere and\nleave behind this disgraceful present\nwith that face that had looked Into\nhis from above the dusty street?\nIf fate Intended that, why had It\nturned him back? If such was the\nbed he had made, he wonld He In It\nHe would drink the gall and vluegur\nwithout whimpering. Whatever Iny\nbehind be would live It down. This\nman at least hnd befriended him.\nHe turned Into the room. - \"Perhaps I\nshall remember after awhile.\" He took\nthe saucepan from Prendergast's hand.\n\"I'll cook tbe breakfast\" lie said.\nPrendergast filled his pipe and watched him. \"I guess there are bats in your\nbelfry, sure enough, Hugh,\" he said at\nlength. \"You never offered to do your\nstint before.\"\nDI,ID\u00ab,\nWhat a Chance Meeting After\nMany Years Revealed.\n(To be Continued.)\njust the Color,\nJokcsmlth-That's a sarcastic editor\non tbnt comic paper. 1 submitted\nsome Jokes written on gray paper.\nPoet\u2014Did be make sny comment?\nJokesnilth\u2014 Yes. He eold tbey; were\nso\"old they were turntog gray.\u2014Houston Post\nTerrible Candor.\n\"Whnt part of my bock did you most\nenjoy?\" asked the authorette as sho\nbrushed her hair over bvr ears.\nAnd nfter a moment's reflection Miss\nCayenne answered:\n\"The cover design.\" \u2014 Washington\nStar.\t\nIn Boytand.\n^sysnevT\"2e\\\n\"Wns Jlmtnle'e hornet run n real long\none?\"\n\"flee. 1 sbould sny! It must 'n' went\na hundred feet!\"-Kansns City Times.\nThose Missing Armi.\nVenus wns telling ber friends about\nber missing nrtns.\n\"I lost them In s revolving door\nwhile trying lo attend a sale uf peach\nbasket bats,\" she wblspered.-Vblcago\nBy 8USAN H. MORLEY.\n[Copyright, 190U, by Associated Literary\nPress.!\n\"There's not another auch stretch on\nthe wbole sound,\" Lisa was saying\ngayly. \"For miles It's this same way-\nso level that at low tide we could. If\nwe chose, pass dry shod, like the cull-\n| dren of Israel, to tbe other side, which\nmenus to yon Island. In fact, If8 our\nfiivnrlte'l-\nA whirring black cloud, startling tbe\nhorses, rose suddenly from the edge of\nthe water as tbey turned a sharp\npoint and Beth Kekles, wbo was no\nhorcman, hnd all he could do to keep\nhis seal. i\n\u2022\u2022Stormy petrels.\" laughed Lisa. \"Tha\nbench takes Its name from them, they\nbnunt It ln such numbers,' you know.\nIf you could stay anotber month, Beth,\nwe'd make a rider ot you. It's a better sport any time, 1 warrant, than\nthose new glossed games you talk so\nmuch nbout.\"\nEekleB, who was comfortably settled\nIn his saddle again, listened to the\npounding of the hoofs on the hard, wet\n\"DO IOU ENOW TOU HA VENT SPOKEN FOll\nTBE LONGEST WHILE? \"\nBaud, his eyes on Lisa, wbose small\ngray form seemed to blend and become a part of the lithe gray sbe wus\nriding.\nHe admired ber Immensely, this stepdaughter of bis nunt, and suddenly ID\nseemed to htm thut mortal man could\nask for notblng better than Lisa for\na wife, and life tn this out ot tbe way\nbut aristocratic aud exclusive, self satisfied old town.\nAnd Lisa was pretty. Not a girl he\nbad ever known could compare with\nher In beauty, not to mention a certain\nrare grace of manner and au unusual,\ndainty wit.\nShe bud money and lineage, too,\nback of ber, and Setb Eckics was old\nenough nnd wise enough to know tbe\nvalue of sucb things.\n\"If silence Is golden,\" she Interrupted quizzically, \"then your burden must\nIndeed be heavy. Do you know you\nhaven't spoken lor tbe longest whileV\"\n\"1 was\u2014thinking.\" he stammered\nguiltily, ashamed thnt anything so\nsordid ns family nud money could for\nan Instant have associated themselves\nln bis mind with the girl herself. It\nwas Lisa that be wanted.\n\"How late!\" Lisa exclaimed with the\nbooming ot tbe sunset gun on tbe old\nfort across tbe channel. \"It you but\nknew It, Setb. we're live miles from\nhome. Then there's dinner and dressing, nnd 1 can't under any circumstances allow n guest to disgrace hlm-\nself by arriving tardily at a function\nIn his honor. We've got to run for It.\"\nShe wheeled and led off. Setb following and beeping up lis best lie\ncould, but tiiiilnuiiteil by the distance\nbetween them. Was there not the\ndunce ut the clubhouse yet before tils\ntrain at midnight? At any rate, It wns\na chance.\nAnd Seth mnde the' best of It. The\nlong galleries were bowers of palms\nand remote from the ballroom, nnd\ntbere, with the tide pumiueiliig at tbe\npier and tossing up sheets of spray,\nSeth told his story.\nHe was young and handsome and\nadept, and be pleaded his case well-\nso well that he and ,.lsn In the white\nradiance of a big moon nnd wltb the\nshimmer of wnter about them exchanged vows, iconvluced that ench\nwns Intended for the other. That wns\ntbe way life looked that night, but. of\ncourse. It would be the seme a yenr\nhence when I.lsn should be eighteen\nand the engagement mnde public.\nThen Seth. fresh from a Inw school,\nestnbllshed himself In New York.\nThere was no tiresome, weary watting fnr clients. From the very first\nluck field hln hand, nnd business troubles, growling like hyenas nt the doors\nof even older men, from blm stood\naloof.\nBesides, he hnd full menstiro of\namusements nnd plenstire. Friends he\nmnde everywhere. His henrty lough\nsnd genial disposition kept him tn demand.\nLife was so sntlsfnctory nnd success\nso easy thnt he was nlrendy well spoiled before he met Laura Norton, who\nwas Llsn's exact opposite. Before he\nknew It lie hnd forgotten his pledge to\nLisa and was formally engaged to\nLaura, the engagement being speedily\nfollowed by mn rrlnge.\nFor awhile there were hours pf\ngloom wben he stood truly aghast at\nWhat be had done. In every conceivable light and with all honesty he argued the matter, convincing himself!\nfinally that he had notblng to regret\nLisa was young and susceptible. Probably sbe wns already consoled.\nIn any case ii man's maturer judgment wns to he respected, no matter\nnt what cost And. too, he greatly ad.\nmired his wife, ber easy adaptability,\nher cleverness, her accomplishments.\nBesides, tbey were congenial. Her\nambitions fully equaled his, and het\npenchant for politics was a factor ln\nhis career, pushing him Into places he\nknew he could not have reached alone,\nFor a time honors seemed absolutely\nheaped upon him. He could scarcely\nkeep step with fortune's pace, so fast\nand furiously did Bhe mount But,\nonce started on- the ladder, be continued to climb, even long after his wife's,\ndeath aud wben bis hair had grayed\nand Lisa was but a misty dream. And\nluck still beld bis hand.\nHe was ln the running for governor,\nmaking, the press said, a phenomenal\ncampaign. Men spoke of htm as tbe\nbrilliant light, tbe strong man ot hla\ntime. Everywhere he was made much\ndf, and it was at a reception for him\ntn the old clubhouse at the end of the\npier that a sleeping memory awoke.\nCould It be possible tbat he was\nawake? Only an hour ago It might\nhave been tbat be last saw the cool\ngreen of the ballroom, tbe long bowers\nof palms with lights twinkling among\nthe black green foliage, the surf beating at tbe pier and the white foam\ndashing high. There was music, too,\njust as on that other night, but Lisa,\nshimmering In pale green, with the\nstring of pearls close to ber wblte\nthroat and nestling In ber yellow hair\n-Lisn-\n\"I claim the privilege of an old\nfriend.\" A musical voice spoke close\nto his enr ns be leaned on the railing,\nand some one touched bis arm.\nIt wns Lisa. He knew It before he\nturned to see her tn pale, shimmering\ngreen, with pearls at ber throat and In\nthe satne fair balr. Sbe smiled at blm,\ntoo. in the old wny. with little dimples\nabout ber mouth and her sensitive lips\nmoving ever en slightly, though ber\nfnce wns lu repose.\nHow pretty Rhe wns! Incomparably\nprettier than that otber nlgbt and witli\na sweet, womanly dignity whlcb puzzled hlm. What bad come to ber to so\nbeautify beauty, to so Intensify loveliness?\nHe forgot the yen rs and deeds that\nlay between that fnroff night and this,\nlike leaves.between the covers pf a\nbook, remembering only as It were the\npreface tbat once sbe had loved blm.\ntbat be still loved, her, the crown of\nany man's life.\n\"Lisa!\" be cried, his face aglow, his\nbands extended, \"Lisa!\"\n\"Dreaming!\" she laughed. Then tbe\nlittle band pulled at bis sleeve as tbe\notber reached toward two men In the\nshadows. One of tbem was strong and\nfine and one was young and handsome.\n\"I want you, Seth,\" she said, \"to know\nmy son and my husband.\"\nNot Entirely Undisputed.\nThe case before the court was one\nInvolving the ownership of a tract of\nland, aud tbe attorney for one of the\nparties to tbe suit was cross examining a witness. \"Now, Mr. Urlmstaaw,\"\nhe said, \"the property on wbleb you\nlive was originally a part of tbe twenty acres in dispute, was It not?\"\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\"And your title Is based on tbe original title to that land, I presume?'\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\"How long have you resided there?'\n\"Over twenty-oue years.\"\n\"Have you- hod\u2014now. mark me\u2014\nhave you hud twenty-one years' undisputed possession of tbnt property?\"\nTbe witness hesitated a moment.\n\"Remember. Mr. Urlmshaw,\" said\nthe lawyer, ralslug his voice, \"that you\nure under oath. Have you bad twenty-\none yenrs' undisputed possession ot\ntbnt property?\"\n\"It bas been disputed once, and only\nonce.\" answered the witness. \"I found\nn nest of bumblebees In my back yard\none day last summer.\"\nIn tbe general laugh thnt followed\nthis answer the lawyer subsided.\u2014\nYouth's Companion.\nFreaks of Figures.\nSome person of a mathematical turn\nof mind bus discovered tbat tbe multiplication of B87(I54*121 (which, you\nwill observe, nre simply the figures 1\nto 0, Inclusive, reversed! by 45 gives\n44,444,444,445. Reversing the order of\ntbe digits and multiplying 123450781)\nby 45 we get a result equally curious\n-viz. 5.555,555,505. If we take 12345-\n0781) as the multiplicand and. Interchanging the figures lu 45 so as to\nmake them read 54, use the last number as a multiplier the result will he\n(\u25a0.(\u25a0mi.tlim.itnil. Returning to tbe multiplicand D87H54.1LM and taking 54 as the\nmultiplier again, the result will be 611,-\nm.i:i:i..\"S.\".4. all threes except the first\nand Inst figures, which'.ogether rend 54.\nthe multiplier. Taking the some multiplicand and 117. the half of 54. as the\nmultiplier, the product Is 2il.tMtl.0lli*.-\n11117, all Ts except the first nnd last\nfigures, which together rend 27, tile\nmultiplier. Now. Interchanging the order nf the figures 27 nnd using 72 In-\nstent! us a multiplier and 1)87)154:121 as\nttie multiplicand we get ns a product\n71.111.111.112. ail ones except the first\nand Inst figures, wblch together read\n72, the multiplier.\nAn Infliction.\n\"Your tickets were complimentary,\nwere they not?\"\n\"Well,\" replied the man who bad\nseen a painfully amateur entertainment. \"I thought they were until I\nsaw the show.\"\u2014London 'i'lt-Hlts.\nTHE FIRST EXCURSION.\nThomas Cook* Ran the Pioneer Event*\nIn 1841.\n, Forty-eight years ago Thomas Cook\norganized andi advertised the . first-\nrailway excursion in England. Cook\nwa3 then a turner by trade and a\ntemperance organizer as a side line.\nOne hot summer day in the June of\n1841, young Cook Bet out on a walk\nwhich was to mark the turning-point;\nin hie career. It was to Leicester,\nwhere he was to be one ol the speakers at a great temperance demonstration. The distance was but fifteen.1'\nmiles\u2014a mere nothing to such a\npedestrian as he was; but, as he\nstrode nlong, he read something which'\nset him tanking deeply. It wos the-\nnewspapei report of the opening of\nthat portion of what was then known\nas the Midland Counties Railway,\nwhich conriected Leicester with Loughborough. ' \"\u2022,'. j \"i.\nNow, it had been arranged to. hoi*\nanother demonstration shortly at'\nLoughborough, and all at once it\nflashed into his mind, whnt a wonderful success it might be made it\nthe people could go by rail instead\nof having to walk; hundreds then\nmight go, where dozens would hot\notherwise.\nFull ol the idea, he explained it to\nhis audience that night. All were\nstruck; but, said some, \"What obou*!\nthe cost? How many workingmen.-\ncould afford it?\" \"Lenve that to me,\"\nexclaimed Cook. \"All of you who-\nwould like to go hold un your hands.\nSo large was the response that,\nearly the next morning, he betook\nhimsell to the office ol John Fox Bell,\nthe secretary of the railway company,\nand unfolded his plain. Mr. Bell at\nonce fell in with the idea, and himself gove a contribution towards the-\npreliminary expenses.\nWithin a few hours the arrangements were set forth in print, thus\nmaking it the very earliest publicly\nadvertised excursion train.\nOn the 5th ol July, the excursion\nduly started, numbering five hundred\nand seventy passengers, amidst great\npopular enthusiasm, a band ol musio-\naccompanying them to the station,\nwhilst all Loughborough turned out-\nto welcome them.\nA CANADIAN'S SUCCESS.\nClarksburg Boy Gets Degree of Ph.D.\n\/ > From Chicago.\nMr. E. 8. Moore of Clarksburg, whs-\ngraduated at the University of Toronto in 1904, Ib the first Canadian to\nreceive the degree of Ph.D. from the*-\ngeological department of Chicago Uni\nDR. E. S MOOBE.\nversity. It was conferred upon hint'\na short time ago, with the additional1\ndistinction of \"Magna Cum Lsude.\"\nHe hos also been appointed senior\nprofessor of geology in the State University of Pennsylvania, duties to-\ncommence in September next. Dr.\nMoore is at present in charge of \u00bb\ngeological survey party in New Ontario, where he has held a siniilar\nposition for the poet five years:\nAn Old Time English Election*.\nA curiouB incident occurred at Patton at an election for Parliament.. Sir\nMark Wood, who had been one of its\nmembers for several years, Hnd ns his\ncolleugue in the Parliament of 1812\nSir William Cohgreve, the inventor of*\nthe famous \"Congreve Rocket.\" The\nlatter resigned in 1810, and the baronet wished hia own son to fill the vacancy.\nThere were only three voters-in the\nconstituency, Sir Mark, his son and\nhis butler, named Jennings, but o\u00bb\nthe son was awny and the butler hnd\nquarreled with his moster an opportunity was afforded for a singular revenge. Jennings refused to second\nSir Mark's nomination of his son and*\nproposed himself, and a deadlock wns\naverted only by Sir Mark coming tt>\nterms with the refractory butler,\nwhose nominn'ioni he seconded in order to induce him to act us a seconder\nto his son.\nMutters being thus put formally iri'\ntrain, Sk Mark arranged with Jennings tnot the former's vote should be-\nalone given, and the final state of the\npoll at Gnttnn's only known contest\nstood thus; Wood (Tory), 1; Jennings*\n(Whig), 0.\u2014Westminster Gazette.\nVenerable Trees.\nOver fifty of the \"venerable trees\"\"\nwhich Dr. Johnson nnd Boswell gaze*\nupon in the vicinity of Cawdor Castle,\nNairn, ore, it is Baid, still flourishing.\nOne of the beeches hos a girth of W\nfeet and a spread ot branches of over\n100 ieet. One beautiful gean-tree,\nwhich has been blossoming for over\n300 years, has this season again presented a sight of splendor, while several fine nsh trees, planted in 1670,.\nure still holding seasonable rivalry\nwith aged oaks, The antiquity of\nCawdor Wood is surpassed, of course,\nby the patch ol Codzow Forest, at\nHamilton, where oaks thot budded\nwhen Bruce was king ure still giving\nevidences of life; but Cawdor has a\nBplondor which is not possible amid)\nthe smoke-tinged atmosphere of Ced-\nr.ow.\u2014Glasgow News.\nMadrid Is Highest.\nMadrid has the highest altitude ol\nany city in Europe. THE REPORTER, NEW MICHEL, BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nWORLD'S FINEST GEM\nSTORY OF THE DISCOVERY OF\nTHE CULLINAN DIAMOND.\nEX-SHAH NOT WELCOME.\nMan Who Found It Thought at First\nThat He Was Dreaming or That\nSomeone Had Played a Joke on\nHim\u2014Insured For Huge Sums\nWhile In Transit\u2014Four Detectlvei\nWatched Cutting at Amsterdam.\nThe late acquisition of the two magnificent flawless diamonds of the purest blue white color, cut from the\ngreat Cullinan crystal, establishes the\nsupremacy of the diamond collection\namong the crown jewels of Great\nBritain as the largest and most valuable in the world.\nThe history of this wonderful diamond is one of romance from the\nevening of June 25, 1905, it waB flrst\nseen glittering upon the side of the\ndeep excavation in the primier mine\nin the Transvaal, down to its instalment in a new and living form among\nthe crown jewels on public view in\nthe Tower of London,\nMr. George Frederick Kuntz, in the\nJune Century magazine has dealt exhaustively with the Excelsior odd\nCullinan diamonds, but as the Excelsior has been, broken up into ten\nsplendid smaller jewels it has lost its\nidentity; and ns the Cullinan has\nfurnished the two largest diamonds\nin existence weighing respectively\n6161-2 and 300 3-16 carats, besides a\ndrop diamond of 9.2 carats, a square\nbrilliant of 6.2 carats, flve.other smaller stones, and 96 still smaller brilliants and 0 unpolished \"ends,\" it\nclaims our special attention.\nWhen Mr. Frederick Wells first\ncnught sight oi the gleam in the earth\nhe climbed up after it, and- had a\ngood deal of difficulty in extricating\nit. When I took a good look at the\nstone stuck there in the side of the\npit it suddenly flashed across my\nmind thnt I hnd gone insane\u2014that the\nwhole thing was imaginary. I knew\nit could not be a diamond. Some\npractical joker had planted this huge\nchunk of glass there for me to find.\"\nMr. Wells soon, however, convinced\nhimself of the genuineness of the stone\nwhich when it was cleaned weighed\n3.024 .'\"-4 carats, and wos three times\nthe size of any\" other diamond that\nhod ever been discovered, ln the\ncourse, of n few hours the news wns\ntelegraphed to oil ports of the world\nthat the greatest diamond of this or\nany other age hod been brought to\nlight. The company rewarded Mr.\nWells with $10,000, ond the founder of\nthe company gave the diamond his\nown name, Cullinan.\nIt is supposed to lie a fragment,\nprobably less than baby, of o crystal,\nthe other portions of which nre still\nto be discovered; and gigantic as it\nis. It represents in weight less thnn\nhalf the daily output of the De Heers\nmines, which average about 7.000\ncarats.\nThe owners, realizing the snf\u00bbty ol\nthe British mail, sent the stone to\nLondon as an ordinary registered\nparcel, but insured it from risk in\ntransit for $1,250,000, On arrival it\nwas placed in the vaults of the Standard Bank of South Africa. The King\ndesired to see it, so when It was taken\nto Buckingham Palace for an hour\nor two, a special policy was made\nout for $2,500,000 at n cost of $725.\n\"This is a great curiosity,\" said the\nKing, \"but I should have knocked it\naside as a lump of glass if I hod seen\nit in the rood.\"\nAfter several suggestions as to the\ndisposal of it, the Transvaal Legislature decided to purchase it, and present it to King Edward VII. on his\nsixty-six birthday as a testimonial of\nthe gratitude of the Transvnal for the\ngrant of automony accorded by the\nEnglish Government. $750,000 is said\nto be the price agreed upon (hut it\nis not definitely known), $300,000 ol\nwhich was paid in ensh, snd the remainder was covered by the three-\nfifths of the proceeds of the diamond\nmines that is turned over to the\ncolonial Government.\nOn November 9, 1907, it was delivered to the King, who the same dny\ncommunicated to the Government his\nacceptance for himself and his successors, and added that \"this great\nand unique diamond shall be kept\nand preserved among the historic\njewels which form the heirlooms ol\nthe crown.\"\nFour detectives accompanied the\ntreasure to Amsterdam, January 23,\n1908, where it took months to cut and\npolish it. The cutting is expensive,\n$40,000 was paid for the recuttiug of\nthe Kohinoor diamond ip 1852. The\nexpense of cutting the Cullinan stone\nwas met by the sale of some of the\nminor (jems. The greatest and most\ninteresting precautions were tnl'e*> '\nits safety in Amsterdam.\nThe two large stones have \"\"\nnamed \"The King Edwurd Diunio',. ,\nand \"The Queen Alexandra Diamond,\" and a court jeweler has been\nsetting some of the other larger diamonds so that on state occasions they\nmay be worn on the crown by Hie\nMajesty, but at less formal events\nthey may be detached and worn by\nthe Queen as a necklace.\nRomeo's Predicament.\nDuring bis stage career, Forbes Robertson, like most other actors, has\nbeen the victim of a number of awk.\nward misadventures. On one occasion he was playing \"Romeo ond Ju\nliet\" with Modanie Modjeska. He was\nseated on the steps of the tomb and\nhad commenced to apostrophize bis\nlost love when he found to his borrot\nthat the steps, which were on castors,\nwere moving toward the footlights\n\"Vat is de matter?\" nskod Modjeska.\n\"The steps nre moving nway,\" said\nMr. Robertson. \"Then you will hove\nto jump,' was the comforting response. He jumped.\nDidn't Like Papers.\nAlexander William Kiuglake, author\nof \"Eothen\" and \"History of the Wat\nIn the Cr men,\" was no admirer of the\ndaily press, even in early days. Once\nlooking at old Mr. Villiers, then lath\ner of the Commons, he remarked,\nwith his meditative drawl, \"A clever\nman, before he softened his brain by\nstudying the newspapers I\"\nPersia's Deposed Ruler Cannot Live\nIn England.\nThe Marquese de Fonteroy tells the\nfollowing:\nFor tbe first time in many years\nKing Edward has found it necessary\nto deny the hospitality of English\nterritory to a foreign sovereign, to\ndiscover a precedent for whicli it is\nnecessary to go buca to 1815, when the\ngreat Napoleon, after the battle of\nWaterloo, begged to be allowed to\ntake up his residence in England,\nsought refuge on un English warship\nwith that object iu view, was not allowed to land anu was shipped off to\nSt. Helena. The foreign monarch who\nhas now requested permission to establish his home in England is the\ndethroned Shah of Persia, und I hear\nthat both Edward VII. and his ministerial advisers, have taken the ground\nthat aside from the inconveniences\nof permitting u full-fledged oriental\nestablishment, hureiu anu oil, within\nthe borders of the United Kingdom,\nthe otter oi hospitality to the ex-shah\nWould be misconstrued not alone in\nPersia, but also in India, and, indeed,\nthroughout the Orient. Were the ex-\nshah to live in England the Persian\npeople would always remain under\nthe impression thut at some future\nperiod he would be brought bock to\nTeheran and restored to power by the\nBritish Government, and they would\nin consequence thereof be disinclined\nto accord their confidence to the present regime in Persia or to believe in\nits stability.\nOf other deposed sovereigns who\nhave sought refuge in England and\nwho have mode their homes there\nwhile iu exile, one may mention Napoleon III. and his empress, who still\nlives at Farnborough, hear Aldershot;\nKing Louis Philippe and Queen Marie\nAnielie, King Charles X. and -Louis\nXVIII., all pf France; the late King\nFrancis of Naples and his consort;\nex-King Milan ol Servia ond Queen\nNatalie;, the consort of ex-King Miguel of Portugal, who is now lady abbess of the Benedictine Convent ot\nRyde, on the Isle of Wight; ex-King\nJoseph Bonaparte of Spain, ex-Khedive Ismuii ol Egypt, the ex-King ol\nthe Punjab, the late Dhuleen Singh,\nand Alfonso XII. of Spain prior to\nhis restoration in the early 70's. Indeed, Alfonso XII., went through a\ncourse of military training at the\nRoyal Staff College at Sandhurst in\nEngland.\nStrange Hindu Beliefs.\nIn India the traditions of folklore\nnre numerous- and strange. \u25a0- Among\nthose pertaining to the tiger the following ore the most peculiar: The\nuneducated Hindu (and he is in the\ngreat majority) believes that the ghost\nof a man killed by n tiger rides on\nthe head of the benst that slew him to\nworn him oi danger and to guide him\nto new victims. It is declared that\nGod provides for the tiger's daily\nwants to the amount of one rupee a\nday; that *s to say, if the tiger kills\na calf worth six rupees he will not\nbe allowed another victim for five\ndays.\nEating the flesh of a tiger iB supposed to give one great courage and alertness, but the whiskers flrst must be\nsigned off the the beast, or his spirit\nwill haunt the man who fed off him\nand he is likely to be turned into a\ntiger in the next world.\nThe following incident reolly occurred in a small Indian village in the\ninterior: One of the villagers, was,\nunfortunately, killed by a tiger. The\npolice investigated the accidental\ndeath and rendered this verdict:\n\"Pandu died of a tiger eating him;\nthere was no cause of death. Nothing\nwas left of him save his bones and\nsome fingers, which probably belonged\nto either the right or left hand.\"\nNew Cabinet Minister's Story.\nThe new Chancellor of the Duchy\nof Lancaster, Mr. Herbert Samuel, is\na member of a well-known Jewish\nfamily of bankers, and was born in\nLiverpool. After a brilliant career at\nOxford, Mr. Samuel devoted himself\nto politics, and twice contested South\nOxfordshire unsuccessfully. He is a\nforcible speaker, avoiding the style of\noratory that marks the average election campaign, and of which he tells\nun amusing story. \"One night, us 1\narrived late to address a meeting, 1\nsow a working man whom I knew\nlounging at the doorway of the hull,\nwhile from within came a continuous\nand earnest bellowing. 'Do you know\nwho'B speaking?' I asked my friend.\n'Or haven't you been in?' 'Oh, yes,\nI've been in,' said he. 'Mr. A is\nspeaking.' 'What about?' 1 inquired.\nMy friend sighed and shook his head.\n'He didn't Bay,' he answered.\" Mr.\n8aniuel is only in his thirty-lourth\nyear, and so can claim to have made\na rapid success in the political arena.\nAviator Is Confident.\nIf Mr. W. Gibson of Victoria, B.C..\nrealizes his expectations witli respect\nto the aeroplane he has invented,\nthen the Pacific Coast will be able\nto claim the honor of having done\nsomething very practical towards the\nsolution of the problem ol aerial navigation. Mr. Gibson's flying machine\nis less thon a third the weight of the\nWright machine and develops 40 more\nhorse-power. The inventor offers to\nbet that in a year he will fly from\nSeattle to Vancouver in his machine.\nIts weight is only 222 pounds, ond\nthe motor. develops 65 horse-power.\nThe feature of the Gibson aeroplane\nis that it flies straight forward instead of sideways. While other aeroplanes present their widest side to the\nfront, it presents the narrowest.\nA FAMOUS BELLE.\nCountess of Cardigan Is Still Alert and\nFascinating, >\nIf one of the famous ladies of the\nRegency or of the Empire had Stepped\nout of tbe past to greet me I could\nhardly hare been more impressed tban\nwhen the Countess of Cardigan received me in her drawing-room and\ntold me some of her memories of the\npast, about which she bad written a\nbook that will shortly be published.\nAnd indeed Bhe was a belle and a\nfamous one, in the time of the Second Empire, and she was born only\njust after the days of the Regency.\nNobody would believe it if they saw\nher to-day. Her figure is slim and\nupright, her face is scarcely lined,\nher eyes are those of a young woman,\nand see, you may be sure, aa much of\nthe amusing side of life as they have\never done.\nAnd when you hear her talk of the\nscenes and the figures of the post, her\ntalk is so alert that it is difficult to\nbelieve that she is speaking of the\ntime before Queen Victoria came to\nthe throne. She wore a dress of rose-\ncolored silk trimmed with old lace,\nand round her neck some strings of\ngreat pearls, and her dress became\nher. You felt that the sombre clothes\nof an old woman would not have suited her at all.\nOne of her earliest recollections is\nof a children's ball at St. James' Palace which William IV! gave in honor\nof the Princess Victoria, who was\nthen about thirteen. Ludy Cardigan\u2014\nBhe was then Miss Adelaide de Horsey\n\u2014was only five and during the course\nof the entertainment Bhe was missed,\nbut discovered eventually curled up\nin the King's chair fast asleep.\nShe remembers, too, the preparations foi the great Eglinton Tournament, which wus to be a revival oi\nmediaeval glories but was unfortunately spoilt by rain. Duvernay taught\nher to dance\u2014the famous Duveruay\nwho afterwards became Mrs. Lyne\nStephens, succeeded to the vast fortune of her husband, und died a very\nold woman not so many years ago.\nEarly portraits of Lady Cardigan\nshow her as a very beautiful girl with\nan expression of great vivacity. One\nol them was pointed about the time\nshe was engaged to the Count de\nMontemolin, son of the first Don Car- )\nlos, claimant to the Spanish throne\nand uncle of Don Carlos who died the\nother day. \"1 remember him ub an\ninfant,\" she told me, \"with very black\neyes.\" The Count de Montemolin\nwas on a visit with his brother to\nthe Duke und Duchess of Nemours at\nOrleans House, Twickenham, and fell\nviolently in love with the young English beauty. She still keeps his love\nletters, and some of them are to be\nreproduced in the book she is j preparing.\nThe Incompleat Anglers.\nMr. A. E. W. Mason, M.P. for Coventry, England, novelist, playwright,\nand one-time actor, has made good\nuse of hiB electoral experience in his\nnew play, \"Colonel Smith.\" This literary Parliamentarian confesses that\nhe writes very deliberately, usually\ntaking two years to the writing of one\nbook. There is, however, nothing of\nthe recluse about Mr. Mason, for he\nspends all his spare time in the open\nair, und is an enthusiastic yachtsman\nand mountaineer. In the sailing expeditions which he often makes on\nthe West Coast of Scotland, he is\nsometimes accompanied by Mr. Andrew Lang, who is no less devoted\nto out-door sport. A friend of both\nwriters tells how he once called at a\nlittle inn and asked the landlady\nwhat kind of people usually came\nthere. \"Oh, often literary people,\"\nshe declared with pride. \"Sometimes\nMr. Andrew Lung und Mr. Mason.\nThey come for the fishing.\" \"And\ndo they catch much?\" inquired the\ninterested friend. \"Well, no sir,\" admitted the landlady, \"they never\ncatches anything; but, there sir, they\nfishes beautifully.\"\nQuaint Injunction In Will.\nThe quaint testamentary injunction\nof ah eighteenth century gardener\nand botanist was observed for the one\nhundred und eightieth successive year\not Shoreditch parish church, says The\nLondon Stundurd, when what is\nknown us the '-'vegetable lecture,\" was\nRev, E. K.\nFATE OF PERPETUAL CLOCK.\nJames Cox's Ingenious Machine May\nNow Be In China.\nIn the eighteenth century an ingenious jeweler named James Cox, of\nShoe Lane, London, constructed a\nclock which was rendered perpetuAl\nby a cleverly contrived attachment\nwhich utilized the rise and full of tile\nbarometer to supply the necessary\nenergy.\nThe movement of the mercury actuated a cog wheel in such a mannel\nthat whether the mercury rose or\nfell the wheel alwoys revolved in the\nsome direction and kept the weights\nthat supplied the movement of the\nclock always wound up. The barometer bulb dipped into, a mercury cis-\ntern. The cistern hung attached to\nthe extremities ot two rockers, to the\nleft end of one and the right end of\nthe other.\nThe bulb was similarly attached to\nthe other extremities of the rockers,\nwhich are thus moved every time\nthere is a change in tbe amount of\nmercury in bulb and cistern, respectively. The rockers actuated a vertical\nratchet, and the teeth were so arranged that the wheel they controlled\ncould only move in one direction, whether the ratchet ascended and descended.\nThe clock itself, was an ordinary\none, but of very strdng and superior\nworkmanship, and wss jeweled with\ndiamonds at every bearing, the\nwhole being enclosed in a glass case\nwhich, while it excluded dust, displayed the entire mechanism. The.fate ol\nCox's clock was brought to light in o\nwork called \"Travels in China,\" published in 1804 and written by John\nBarrow. , , . ,\nIn this book it is stated that in the\nlist of presents carried by \"the late\nDutch Ambassador\" were \"two grand\npieces of machinery that were part\nof the curious musesu of Cox.\" One\nof these apparently was the perpetual\nclock, ahd it was taken by the Dutch\nAmbassador to China, where in the\njourney from Canton to Pekin both\nthe instruments suffered some slight,\ndamage. Efforts were made to repair\nat Pekin, but on leaving the capital it\ndiscovered that the Chinese\nCurate's Substitute.\nThe newly-appointed Arcli bishop of\nSydney was formerly Archdeacon\nWright of Manchester, who is to be\nwarmly congratulated on his new\nhonors, for the Archbishopric of Sydney is the highest position, outside\nEngland, to be obtained in the Anglican Church, and its income is $16,000\na year. The archbishop once went\nto hear a sermon Irom u newly-ordained young curate, who nervously rose,\nfumbled with the papers on his desk,\nblushed, and then said: \"My friends\n\u2014I, 1 am sorry to say that I hnve lost\nthe notes for my sermon, and I therefore cannot deliver it. I will have to\ndo the next best thing, therefore, and\nread a tew chapters from the Bible I\"\nPrime Minister, Ho-tchang-tong, had\nsubstituted two other clocks of very\ninferior workmanship and hud reserved Cox's mechanism for himself.\nTrader's First Deal.\nThe chiei characteristic, as a child,\nof Mr. A. W. Gamage, who presided\nat the general meeting of the well-\nknown firm bearing his name, wus a\nwell-developed instinct for making\nmoney, ana before he was seven years\nof age he had corried through two\nbusiness \"deals.\" There was a considerable difference between these\ntransactions, the first being of a pastoral, the second of a money-lending\nnature. At the time the boy's great\ndesire was to obtain a certain watch\nhe admired in a Hereford jeweler's\nwindow, and, having saved some fifteen shillings out of pocket money,\nhe persuaded his father to sell him a\nlamb for the amount, his intentions,\nof course, being to purchuse the watch\nout of the profit he expected to realize on the lamb when it became a\nsheep. Alas; a dog entered the fold,\nund the ewe lamb, greatly frightened,\nstrangled itself between the bars of a\nhurdle. The future merchant prince\nwos now reduced to four shillings, snd\nthe watch seemed further off than\never, but hio father came to the rescue\nand sold, or rather gave, his son another lamb for four shillings. This\none safely reached maturity, and\nbrought to its owner thirty shillings.\nThe youthful speculator did not, however, buy the watch then as he could\nnot bring himself to port with the\ngold, and, in the second place, he\nshortly afterwards found another use\nfor it.\nThe Wrong Lord Charles.\nLike his brother, Lord Kerry; now\nmember for mid-Derbyshire, Lord\nCharles Fitzmaurice, who has been\nappointed equerry-in-ordinary to the\nPrince of Wales, adopted a military\ncareer at an early date, and is st\nthe present time a captain in the 1st\n(Royal) Dragoons. During his enrly\ndays in India, an amusing incident\noccurred. Having a lew weeks' leave\nhe wired to book rooms at a certain\nhill station. On his arrival he wo?\nsurprised to see the officer command.\nWANTS TALK TO STOP.\nLord Charles Beresford Would End\nParty Controversy.\nLord Charles Beresford has been\nthe guest of tile London Chamber of\nCommerce at a complimentary dinner\nat the Hotel Cecil. Mr. Stanley Mo-\nchin, chairman of the Council of the I\nChamber, presided, and among those\npresent were Lord Brassey, Admiral\nSir E. Frenmntle, Sir Cyprian Bridge,\nRear-Admiral Field, Lieutenant Carlton Bellairs, Sir F. Flonnery, Lieutenant-General Sir J. W. Laurie.\nLord Charles Beresford, who was\nenthusiastically received, Baid his\nsuggestions at the meeting which he\naddressed a fortnight ago had received\na great deal of criticism, much of it\nquite fair, some of it most unfair.\nHe wished it to be understood that\nhe would have nothing whatever to\ndo with party politics with regard to\nthe navy. His statement as to the\ndeficiency of the 'fleet, as organized\nfor war, he submitted to the Prime\nMinister. It was not a party manoeuvre; he wished to help the man at\nthe helm to steer the ship of State,\nand not to throwvlifflculties in his\nway. The Prime Minister thought the\nstatement so serious that he ordered\nan inquiry. He (Lord Charles) never\nasked for the inquiry; it was not his\nhusiness to do so. Throughout the\nwhole period his line had been Imperial and national, and that line he\nintended to take in the future.\nHe adhered to every word he said\nat the meeting in the city on June\n30, and he intended to make no excuse for that speech. The four contingent battleships should be laid\ndown this year, because we should be\nin arrear in our shipbuilding vote, snd\nif we did ; not lay them down we\nshould be in Ihe position, in the event\nof a great triple alliance, of not being\nable to make u new program, as the\nyards would be full of ships of the\nold program.\nThe next important point won to\nget their plant ready. We could hot\nturn out more than seven ships'with\ngun-mountings yearly, whereas Germany was able to turn out ten. This\nwaa a serious point, and we ought to\nbegin to increase our plant next week,\nso as to he ready for any demand and\nto make ourselves absolutely secure.\nIf the competition in armaments continued, we should have to begin a new\nprogram altogether in 1913. The arrears Of shipbuilding and false economy from which we were now suffer-\ning meant thut for every $500 saved\nwe should have to pay $2,500 or more\nto get things back tb where they were,\nand in case of a panic something like\n$5,000. '.-'\u25a0'\nHe wished all party controversy on\nthe navy would cease, and that all\nwould take a broad und Imperial view\nof the situation, devoting their attention to the common end of making\nthe naval defence of this country adequate and strong. (Loud cheers.)\nWHERE SIMCOE LIVED\nGOVERNOR'S HOME AT HONITOrl\nIN DEVONSHIRE.\npreached by the vicar,\nFord. In 1729 Thomas Fuirchild died , wrw \u25a0-.\u2014 \u2022\u25a0\u25a0-, v. . \u00ab, .,\nat the age of sixty-three years, and trig the \u00ab\u00bb\u00bb\u2122,h't7 \"\"d s\nbequeathed $125 to the church war- ' platform to meet the train,.and \u00ab\nbequeathed $125 to\ndens ot Shoreditch, stipulating that\nthe interest should be paid each Whit\nTuesday tor the delivery by a selected\npreacher ol un address on \"The wonderful works of God in creation, or\nthe certuinty of the resurrection of\nthe dead by certain changes of the\ncreution.*' Fuirchild hud extensive\ngrounds in the duyB when \"the Hox-\nton hamlet\" was noted (or its productions, and he introduced many varieties of foreign fruits und flowers. In\nthe borough council's small public\ngarden in Hackney rood, close to tiie\nchurch, there is u tombstone recording the injunction as to the lecture.\nSet to Muiic.\n\"If you have a freckle make the\nmost of it,\" is the motto of the present day, and Mr, Cove-Brown-Cuve,\nof Montreal, shows his wisdom in being proud of a name that many a\nweaker man would sink under. Mont-\nreulers are telling what they claim to\nbe a true story at his expense.\nThe other day Mr. H. S. Holme,\nalso of Montreal, addressed Mr. Cave-\nBrown-Cave as \"Mr. Cave.\" At this\nthe owner of the three-fold appellation\nstiffened up and remarked:\n\"My name is Cavc-Brown-Cove, Mr.\nHolme.\"\n\"Oh, is it?\" Baid Mr. Holme. \"Well,\nmine is Holme-Swcet-Home,\"\nA Water Wijard.\nIt was while the well-known engineer, Mr. G. F. Deacon, whose lamented death recently occurred, wos in\ncharge of Liverpool's waterworks system that he invented the differentiating waste-water meter. He projected\nthe Vyrnwj scheme in 1870, nnd subsequently completed, as engineer-in-\nehief, the first Instalment of the\nscheme, which cost two and a half\nmillions sterling. Mr. Deacon wns the\nauthor of many clever papers on engi.\nneering matters read before tachnuta)\nend scientific societies.\nPeer as Porter.\nLord Howard de Walden. who is\none of the few millionaire sportsmen\nwho are also interested In classical\nliterature, haB just written another\npoetic play. Lord Howard is said to\nbe the finest swordsman in Britain,\nund takes daily exercise with the foils.\nAnother of his interests is the revival\nof the ancient sport of falconry, and\nat Audley End, his delightful seat in\nSussex, are collections of trained\nhawks, falcons, und goshawks. The\ngreater part of Lord Howard's large\nincome is derived from ground rents\nin the Marylebone district. Marine\nmotoring is also a hobby of this sporting peer, and he was indulging m it\nat Hyde last spring when an incident\noccurred which still occasions him\namusement, tinged with regret. His\nmotor-boat had sustained some damage, and, clod in dirty overalls, he wus\ntinkering at it close to the pier when\nan old lady, struggling under the\nweight of a large portmanteau, approached and said: \"Young man, will\nyou please carry my bug on board thut\nbout yonder? I want to cross to Portsmouth.\" Without a moment's hesitation his lordship relieved the old lady\nof her luggage, and, steering his way\ntowards the boat she had pointed out,\nsaw her salely aboard with her possessions Long after the boot had suited, Lotd Howard was relating the in.\ncident to a friend, who told him thut\nthnt pnrticulnr boot was not going to\nPortsmouth at all, but to the French\ncoast.\nguard of honor drawn up. Accosting\nan officer with whom lie was slightly\nacquainted, he inquired the meaning\nof the array. \"Oh. Lord Charles\nBeresford is cominit,\" was the reply.\nHis lordship looked puzzled nnd snid,\n\"Don't talk nonsense, 1 urn the only\nwhite mart on the train.\" After sonic\ndiscussion it eventually transpired\nthat by some error the telegraphist\nhnd sent the messnge thnt \"Lord\nChnrles Beresford\" wns coming, instead of \"Lord Charles Fitzmaurice.\"\nTho feelings of the - officer commanding may be imagined.\nHero of a Siege.\nSir F. M. Hodgson. Governor ol\nBritish Guiana, is ut present in England on leave ol absence. Ten years\nago, while Sir Frederic was governor\nof the Gold Const, ho, with Lady\nHodgson, wns besieged in Coomnssie\nby the Ashnnti people. They were for\nsome weeks in hourly danger of logins\ntheir lives, und had no food other\nthan dog-biscuits and tinned meats.\nSir Frederic is the son of a South\nCountry rector, and earlier in his\ncareer held a position in the General\nPostofllce. Once, nt n dinner given\nin his honor, n spenkcr referred to\nthis tact. \"Our honored guest,\" he\nsaid, \"began life as u clerk in the\nsavings bunk.\" Sir Frederic, rising\nto reply, Biniled drily. \"I am afraid\nsomeone has been fooling the last\nspeaker,\" he sulci; \"I began life as\nan infant.\"\nWhite Horse of Kilbum.\nTho biggest artificial. horse In the\nworld is the famous white hors'e of\nKilhurn, Englnnd, whicli was formed\nfifty years ago by a nntivo of Kilbum,\nwho cut oway the turf in the correct\nform and covered it with limestone.\nThe whole occupies nbout two acres\nof ground ond may be seen twenty\nmiles awny. It is said that twenty\npersons can sit ou the \"eye\" of the\nhorse.\nVeterans Thinning Out.\nThe survivors of the Indian Mutiny\nare gradually diminishing in number,\nthe-latest to full out of the ranks be.\ning Mrs. Thompson, who died recently\nat Delhi ot cholera. As Miss Alone,\nthis lady did invaluable service during the siege ol Lucknow in 1857. On\nmore than one occasion she risked\nher life crossing from the ladies'\nquarters to the hospital amid a show-\ner of bullets to take such nourishment\nas wus uvuilebh' to the unfortunate\nsoldiers who were wounded. The\n\"lassie w-i' the red hair,\" ns she was\ndescribed by u Scottish inmate of the\nhospital, was looked upon as 4 mill-\nistering angel.\nSoldiers' Children Burn.\nA shocking accident occurred re\ncently ut the Buenu Vista Barracks in\nGibraltar. Three children belonging\nto Sergts. Parker and Rover, ol the\nllcuforusiiire Regiment, were playing\nut housekeeping iu a large paCiHi,\ncasa containing straw at the back of\nthe officers mess. The struw ignited,\nund the Humes set lire to the children's clothes. A passing policeman\nrescued them, throwing his coat round\none after the other, and himself being badly burned. Two ol the children, Lily Purker and Evu Rover,\nbotli aged three, died subsequently in\nthe military hospital. Another little\ngirl, Adu Parker, was severely injured.\nA Carpenter's Son.\nSir Hubert von Herkomer, the famous artist, is the son of a carpenter\nwho possessed such all-round 'skill\nthnt he built the house in which the\npuintcr was born. When Sir Hubert\nvon Herkomer wus n baby his fstner\nonce took him in liis arms und said,\n\"This boy shall one duy be my best\nfriend, nnd he shnll be nn artist.\"\nThe distinguished Academician's mo\nther, who wos a tulented violinist and\npianist, helped lo support the home\nby giving music lessons.\nFounder of Upper Canada After <\nHard Struggle In the Wilderncssei\nof North America Went Home to\nRest and Built Wolford Lodge-\nMany Relics of the Pioneer Still\nExist In the Historic Old Manor.\nHigh among the hills surrounding\nHoniton, the little country town which\nis famed far and wide aa the Centre\nof the lace-making industry of Devon,\nstands Wolford Lodge, the pleasant\nEnglish home where Gen. Simcoe,\nthe founder of Upper Canada, apenl'\nthe last few years of his eventful life.\nWeakened by the wounds and hardships endured in the disheartening\ncampaigns of the American revolutionary war, and worn with his anxious toil for the benefit of the new\nttriusu province wliich it haa bien\ngiven to him to organize in the wilderness, he went back to England in\nIVMi to seek well-earned repose. But\nrest was not for him. Almost immediately he was Bent back, across the\nAtlantic to put down an insurrection\nin the West Indies. Returning again\nto his native land, he began, about\nthe year 1800, to build himself a spacious mansion on a green slope deep\namongst the gently-rounded, well-cultivated hills of lovely Devon. Surely\nna toil-worn warrior ever found a\nmore restful spot in which to spend\nthe evening of his days, for still, despite vastly increased population, despite railways and motor-cars, the\nwhole land speaks ol peace.\nThe lodge was built in solid fashion\nby the general round an old farmhouse,\" which was1 on the estate when\nhe bought it. Except for the addition of some large bow-windows, the\nhouse has been little altered from tin\noriginal design, nnd much of the old\nfurniture remains, in its spacious\nrooms. So large are they that an\nancient four-post bedstead appears a\ncomparatively small piece of furniture, and the general's own bedroom\nis larger than many a village church.\nIn the different rooms numerous\nrelics connected with him have been\ncarefully preserved,\n' On either side of the staircase\nwindow, in the square entrance hall;\nare two venerable flags, the colors of\nthe \"Queen's Rangers,\" a provincial\n.corps of Loyalists, which 'waB raised\nby Simcoe and did gallant service\nduring the revolutionary war. This\ncorps was as notable for strict discipline as for dash and courage,\nwhich, unfortunately, is more th \"ii\ncan be said for some other Loyalist\ntroops, and doubtless Simcoe's successful organization of the \"Rangers\"\nwas the reason for his btdng asked to\nundertake the more difficult and important task of organizing a new\ngovernment.\nHe threw himself into the work\nwith an energy and self-abnegation\nwhicli has won for him a place\namongst the heroes of our \\history,\nand has sent many a Canadian on\npilgrimage to his home in Devon, that\nbeautiful county which has so long\na roll of \"worthies\" connected with\nthe exploration of the western world.\nBy birth, however, Gen. Simcoe was\nnot ii Devonian. He was born st Cot-\nteratock in Northamptonshire, but on\nthe death of his father (one of Wolfe's\ngallant officers who died in Canada\nduring the campaign against Quebaci,\nhe and his only brother, who was\nsoon afterwards drowned in the Exo,\nwere brought by their mother to Exe-\nter to begin their education at thi\nfree grammar school of that ancient\ncathedral city.\nIn the hell ai Wolford, opposite thi\ncolors of the \"Rangers,\" is a portrait\nof Simcoe as a youne man, standing\nwith two friends b-si-'c the massive\ntombstone of a dMi'irted ccmrnde;'\nnnd in the drawing-room hangs the\nminiature of the general token in lot-\ner life, reproductions of which have\nmade familiar to Canadians the features ol tho first governor of Upper\nCanada. There is a companion miniature of his wife as a young and pretty woman, wearing a variety of tho\nquaint Welsh head-dress of closely-\nplait'd cup, siirmoqnt\"d by a hat;\nbut in this case the hat is blue in-\nstead of black, and the crown is lower\nthan thot ordinarily associated with\nthe women of the principality. Mrs.\nSimcoe was the daughter and heiress\nof a gentleman of Hereford, who wos\ndescended from the ancient Kings of\nWales, und family traditions describe\nher i'.s a woman of high character and\nrather severe temper, After her husband's death she reigned at Wolford\nLodg1 for four und forty years. She\nhnd nine children, of whom seven\nwere girls; and the story goes that to\ntile last she would never allow her\ndaughters to sit down in her presence without special permission.\nNowadays a set of bookshelves\nacross the end fnr'host from the large\ntriple-windowed hay fives o hint of\nits original purpose. Above the bookcase lumps a long piece of carved teak-\nwood from the luckless \"Royal\nGeorge.\" whicli. whil\u00bb being repaired,\nwent down, with Keiupenfnldt and\n\"his twice four hundred men,'' at\nSpithead 111 1782. Ben-ulh this relic\nstands a buBt of Gen. Wolfe, and here\nund there i bout the room are snow-\nshoes, Indian biskeh; and hirchbark\ncunoi'S, that evinc the interest taken\nin all things Cnnudian by Mrs. Simcoe, the present kind and gracious\nehateHne 'if Wolford Lodge. One of\nthe child ornaments of Ihe iibrary is\n\"a trophy\" consisting of a sword snd\nwnlkiiie stick us\"d by the general, the\nmidshipman's dirk and the sword nf\nhis grandson (Mrs. Simcoe's htfsband,\nwho was a naval officer), and other\narms connected not only with tho\nfamily history, but incidentally with\nmany stirring events in the development of the Empire. Mrs. Simcoe.\nby the way, lias in her possession n\n! unique collection of medals won by\n] her father nnd her two grandfathers,\nj all three of whom distinguished themselves at Waterloo.\nThe Jewish Race.\nThere are about eleven million Jewa\nin the world. THE REPORTER, NEW MICHEL, BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nT}IE 11 MIRANDAS.\nA Story cf a Going Away and a\nJoyous Return Trip.\n\" By CLINTON DANGERFIELD.\nWhen Herbert Muxoti climbed out of\nthe wagon In front of the liihiiliduse\npale he looked forward whb nil u city\ntoy's delight lo a whole xactfa In tin-\ncountry.\nThai he had never seen Ills mint or\nuncle before did not trouble mm lu\nibe least. He hud been hmtlght up lu\na wholesome belief III the kindness of\nhuman nature In general and showed\nll so fi'utikly. luut people lururiably\nturned their best side toward this\nsunny faced lad of len.\nHis uncle came hurrying down the\nbox trimmed path to inept hlm.\n\"I'm glnd to see ye. real glad,\" he\ndeclared warmly. \"I'd 'a' come myself 'sieud nf sendln' Lucas, but I've\nhud the rheiimuilz considerable lately.\"\nThe boy paused a second at the doorstep to remark on the beauty of two\nfull lenved and fruited apple trees\nwhich grew nlmost at the threshold,\none at each side. Rut to his surprise\nibb Lay uuivsiima anu sighing at thb\nFBKT OP HIKANDA 8WKKT.\ntola uncle scowled slightly and hurried\nblm Into tbe house.\nOnly tbe cheery voice of the Are\nwelcomed blm. Herbert turned que*-\ntlonlngly to his uncle:\n\"Aunt\u2014Is she welll\"\nJonas Alwyn showed a momentary\n-. confusion before the boy's blear\n(lance; Tben be sold hastily:\n\"Well? Oh, yes. But she ain't to\nhome Jest now\u2014won't be fer several\n\u2022Jajri.\" )\nTime sped swiftly, there was bo\nmuch to see and to do. True, his uncle's disposition varied from extreme\ncheerluess to fits of moody.abstraction.\nHe proved to be so skillful a cook tbat\nbe filled his nephew with wonder.\n\"I'll bet aunt's pancakes don't beat\nyours.\" be remarked one morning, his\nmonth full of light cakes and sirup,\nmaking the compliment a trifle Indistinct '\nJonaa started, tben pushed away his\ncoffee as though something had affected his appetite.\n\"They*re a sight better,\" he arid so\ngloomily that Herbert laughed outright.\n\"I didn't think you'd be sensitive on\ntbe subject, uncle. Wben Bhe comes\nI'll tell her what you said. Hnve yuu\nbeard from ber lately?\"\nrNot ter say lately.\"\n\"Mother thought she was bere wben\nfou wrote,\" went on Herbert\nHis uncle rose excitedly.\n\u2022\u2022Ye don't mean It.\" be declared\nvehemently. \"No: ye don't mean It,\n'cause ye don't know nnwthin' nbout\nIt. But she ain't set foot In this bouse\nfer eight yenrs come next Nwfiiber.\"\nHerbert toff, fnilc lo nls turn.\n\"I'm sorry.\" he faltered. \"I never\nkaew-motlier dtnic': know-thut anything hud-gone wrong.\"\n\"Everything'* gone wrong.\" said his\nunci\" miserably. Suddenly he clutched,\nbis neppw and hurried hlm tiff the door,\nthen down In the pathway, where he\nfaced hlm nbout before the two fruit\ntrees.\n\u2022This one.\" snid his uncle, waving\nhis right bond lnnch^w If he were Introducing ii duchess. \"Is Miranda\n(tweet.\" nnd thin mie. \"a wave to Ihe\nleft aud a frown. \"Is Miranda Pour.\"\nHerbert smothered a desire to laugh.\n\"Ob! Named lifter my nuntr\n\"Jest bo! Them two are Rpcdhn's. an'\nI planted 'em tile spring nl\u00abr went\naway. It's mighty queer that tbe.v.\ncome true ter the names I give 'em!\nAs ter ber golii'-thiif w'ust a misnnder-\nn.mdln'. She's gut prop'ty of Mr own.\nr.lKiut er. much ex I own., nn' she's\nllvln' on it ten miles awny. I nln'r\"-\n. he choked n llttli--\"l ain't seen her\nfence thnt spring mnrnln' wben she\nan' me hnd It out In the kitchen. I\nwatched her hiinult go found the turn,\nan'-an' I uln'l heard n word of he\n\u2022cept whnt the neighbors let drup'*\n\"Since kIip's oniy len miles nway,\"\nsaid Herbert, with nil the strnlghtfor-\nward contldenre uf youth. \"1 should\ngo to ber nnd tell her it was Just a\nmisunderstanding.\"\n\"That's Jest what I can't do.\" returned his uncle, with extr.'i**\u00bb moodiness. \"Every time I stnr'. an' I've\nstarted mnre'n onct, suthiii ,iulls me\nbock. I do b'lleve It's Mh.in.jii Sour.\"\n\"Miranda Sour?\"\n\"Wh\"\u00bbnshe wentawoy I nuMedthem\ntwo swdlln's fer her\u2014Mir;.'tx,,. Sweet.\"\nhis vnlco faltered, \"ter'mtal me of how\nparty she looked tbe day she nn' me\nflood ip before the preucli.'i' She wn\u00bb\nthe pink cheekedest an' softest eyed\nkit- lu me hull village then.\n\"I named that tree Miranda Sour,\"'\nthe old nniu went ou doggedly, \"ter\n'mind me how set on' contrary your\naunt kin be wheu .she's a inclination\nthat u-way! That tree has got all of\nMiranda's uggruvatinest wuys\u2014the\nvery way them leaves dirt at ye is jest\nperactlv like the fling Miranda could\ngive tbyjMi skirts of hern wheu she was\nswishln' pasl ye au 'wouldn't listen ter\nreason.\"\nHerbert hit Miranda Sour a sharp\nblow witb a stick.\n\"1 wish a worm would gnaw you.\nwish a hurricane would blow you\ndown.\"\n\"Nn slch hick.\" suld Jonas In tones\nwhich expressed a certain mournful\npride In his forecast lug. \"No sich\nluck. She'll keep on n-growiu'. an'\nMiranda au' me will keep on glttin'\nfurder an' furder apart.\"\nHerbert looked round furtively, tben\nsidled up to his uncle.\n\"Cut her flown'..'' Jie whispered, one\neye on Miranda Sour to see If she overheard.\n\"Cut her down!\" exclaimed Jonas angrily. \"Cut down tin apple tree er, cost\nme all that trouble! By gtiui, I'll do\nnnwthin' of the kind! It's nil yer\naunt's fault that them trees Is there,\non' there they kin stay fer me.\"\nPreoccupied himself. Jonas never detected tbe purpose throbbing In Herbert's whole being nor oven observed\nthe guilty glance thnt his nephew stole\nat him when the boy asked with assumed calm if be might go fishing Instead nf uccompunylug Jonas tu mill.\n\"Jest as ye like.\" sold his uncle,\nsomewhat surprised. \"Ain't no good\nflshln' round here, but I s'pose throw-\nIn' the Hue In the wnter '11 satisfy ye.\"\nHerbert waited until his uncle had\nbeen gone a full half hour; Then he\nflew around to the wood pile and seized the ax. his heart throbbing to suffocation. He hurried bnck tn the front\nyard, glancing right and left. There\nwas no one lu sight. He looked nt\nMiranda Sour, the representative of\n\"the ungodly.\" Yes. it was no foncy-\nher leaves rustled an Insolent Challenge. He sprang to her side and sunk\nhis ax deeply In her new smooth hurk.\nAfter that the blows fell fast and\nfuriously, ln less tban fifteen minutes-she lay quivering and sighing at\nthe foot of Miranda Sweet.\nWith desperate strength be dragged\nthe fallen one around to the boek yard.\nHometlmes in cold terror over his deed,\nsometimes ttMpb the same exultation\nthat Achilles felt In driving around the\nwalls of Troy, The funeral pyre of\nMiranda Sour was no easy work, for\nthe day was hot and the limbs full of\nsap, hilt at last, nothing was left of\nber save a few blackened pieces not to\nbe distinguished as parts of an apple\ntree. Then a tired but determined\nboy put old Dobbin In the ancient buggy and drove up the rood nt a rate that\nthreatened an Immediate smnshtip.\nIt was It o'clock when Jonns returned. He wns dusty, tired nnd hungry.\nThen as he opened tbe gate he rubbed\nbis eyes\u2014it could only be n vision!\nBut certainly the vision bnd warm\narms. Tbey clasped blm around tbe\nneck, and a face still good to look on\nwas upturned to his own, and the old.\nbeloved voice cried out:\n\"Kiss me, Jonas-right here.' right\nnow!\"\n\"Miranda!\" he gasped, ond then\nbrokenly, \"Thank God, ob, tbuul.-\nGod!\"\n\"Yes. thank hlm.\" faltered Miranda,\ntears failing now. \"An' hla Instrument won that blessed boy! Oh. Jonas,\nhe told me how you misspd me nn'\nhow you kept that beautiful apple\ntree In front of the door to remember\nme by!\"\nHot shame and fear flooded Jonas\nHe glanced at the house and felt like\nrubbing Ids eyes again, for of Miranda\nSour not even a stump was left, wblle\nIn sweet and placid humility, comforted wltb mnny apples and tremulous\nwith bints of years nf happiness. Miranda Sweet shaded the doorway lovingly. \t\nTha familiar Combination,\nA Boston young tunn hud married o\nChicago girl, uud they hnd started nn\ntheir wedding tour. Despite, or perhaps because of, tbelr studied efforts\nto appear like \"old married folks\",\ntheir fellow passengers nn thp railway\ntrain bad no difficulty In classing ihem\nas bride and groom und manifested\ntheir knowledge by winks, nods and\ngrins.\nAn unfortunate accident to the dining \"or compelled the conductor to\nleave It an the side track at a small\nstation, and It wns several hours before the train slopped for refreshments\nnt a town wbere there wns a restaurant nenr the panspnger station.\nIt wns by no mentis a first class restaurant, but the travelers had n first\nclnss appetite, and tbey Rwarmed Into\nit. With som\u00bb difficulty the brldP and\ngioom found seuts, and' presently a\nwaitress en me to take tliplr ordpr.\n\"Where's ymif bill of fnre?\" asked\nthe young mau.\n\"We haven't nny today, Rlr,\" she answered.\n\"Nor any other dny, perhaps?\"\n\"No. sir.\"\n\"'.Yr'!. wb.it nnvp yon thnt you can\nm-omnipnd ns being good to pnt'*\"\n\"Wp have some nlcp pork lind hpnnR.\"\n\"Alfred.\" whispered I tip brldP. *'pv*\nerybody rpphir to know thnt wp hnve\n)URt been mnrrled, hut how do-ynn slip,\npose this girl hnR found nut tbnt I inn\nfr-Jm Ohlrngn nnd thnt ynu are froui\nBoston '\/\"-Youth's ('ompn iiiun.\nVOTING BY MAIL\nPlacing the Order,\n\"Wot'R yourn?\" naked the waiter of\n1 quick lunch pntrnn.\n\"KouchnutB nnd black coffee.\" wns\nthe reply.\nAnd the wnltpr rpiiI In fhp order to\nth\" conk hy wireless, \"line In thp dark\nan' two rubber tires.\" - Chicago Newi\nNew Provision In, Australia That\nHelps Out the Women.\nMany women of reflnemerit admit\nthat their greatest objection to the\nfranchiae\u2014if they hnve any objection\n\u2014lies in the fuct thut to record t,!\\p,ir.\nvotes they have to share the pulilkity\nof ii possibly boisterous electoral\nbooth, .and run the gauntlet of mixing\nwith the noisy rabble of an election-\nday crowd. \"If the electoral franchise could be ridden of all the objec.\ntionuble feutures which suggest mas-\nculinity (und the public booth necessarily .entails some of these features),\nwe would advocate the rights of women much more heurtily.\" Thus a\nwoman writes recently on the subject.\nln certain parts of Australia,, where\nadult franchise hns been in force fot\nsome years, and where woman has an\nequal shnre with mun in th? election\nof representatives to attend the Legislature, they have overcome this\ngrent difficulty, namely, the manner of\nrecording tho ballot. They have provided that women mny vote by me.il\nfrom their own homes or at a Government office before the regular election days. Thi? provision originally\nwas made in the electoral law of\nQueensland, the northernmost state of\nAustralia\u2014when woman suffrage first\nwus grunted by the state\u2014as a means\nof enabling women who lived at great\ndistances from polling stations to record their votes; also to be tnken advantage of bv wnrncn who were ill nnd\ncould not travel.\n\u2022 In Australia, the country of ftreot\ndistonces, there are isolated forms\nand ranches (known us \"runs,\") for\nthe convenience of which it,would be\nimpossible to establish separate polling booths,- with presiding officers and\nthe rest, and so, in order not to exclude women living in such plncss\nfrom the privileges of the franchise,\nthis emergency provision wns insert-\n\u25a0d in !'-.\u2022> nl-ytori! lnw of Q'-eenslnnd.\nThe provision worked so well thnt the\nstate of Queensland later decided to\nmake the clause apply to women generally throughout the. country, and\nnow, .instead of having to dress and\ngo out. rain or Rhine, and mix with\nthe excited crowds oh election day,\nthe women of the cities, as well its\nthose of the rural places, mny record\ntheir votes in privacy.\nThe system has been found to-work\nso well that it pf*bob!v will be Hooted by the Federal Government\nthroughout Australia. At present it\nop-rates only in connection with sone\nstate elections, but th\u00abre is a promi'i-\nint agitation to have the same system\nadopted for the federal elections. Tn\nfact, the federal Prime Minister bus\nagreed tn insert the necessary provision in the electoral act to be amended at the next session of Parliament.\nFifty Out ef 10,000 Girls.\nNine thousand nine hundred end\nnfty girls out of every ten thousand\nare sacrificed to our method of education, according to Katharine Eggles-\nton in Woman's Home Companion for\nJuly. Out of eveiy ten thousand girls\nwho enter our primary schools only\nfifty go to college, yet every one of the\nten thousand is prepared for college.\nThe nine thousand nine hundred nnd\nfifty who will be wage-earners and\nhome-makers are entirely neglected.\nFor example, says Miss Eggleston;\n\"Helen's school has not made work\npopular, so to-dny Helen has several\nideas firmly implanted in her brain.\nFirst, education offers o sure escape\nfrom domestic work, which is of nil\nwork the most mental. Second, the\nwoman who has on income of her own\nis more, independent thon the woman\nwho makes a home for a man who pro-\nvides the income, therefore she is to\nbe emulated. Third, the simplest\nmethod of acquiring one's own income\nis to seek work in the commercial or\nindustrial world.\n* Sun Cooking. .\nSun cooking \u2014roasting ond boiling\nby sunlight instead of coal or gas-\nhas been going on for 300 years. There\nare sun stoves that roast a sirloin\nor boil a soup to perfection. They\nare only used, however, by scientists.\nA sun stove consists mainly ol a\nmirror, a spherical mirror, on a joint.\nThere is also a reflector. The pluce\nfor pot or plate is so situated that the\nmirror's rays can be focused on it\naccurately.\nA German, Boron Tchernhnnsen,\nwos the first sun cook. He began in\n1697 to boil water, and in 1699 he had\nvery good succesB in boiling eggs.\nSir John Herschel nnd Buffon nre other famous names associated with sun-\ncooking.\nIn California various sun cooks\nhnve boiled a gallon of water in twenty minutes, roneted meat in two hours,\nand poached eggR in fifteen minutes\u2014\nquite as good time aa the ordinary\nfire makes, (\nButter and Bacon.\nThe Bennett boys enjoyed camping.\nTheir people were glad to have them\noutdoors, but were sadly puzzled\nto know how three boys managed to\neat such amazing quantities of butter\n\u2014much more, indeed, than the entire\nBennett family consumed at home. At\nthe first opportunity puzzled Mrs.\nBennett inquired into the mutter.\n\"Boy's\" asked she, \"how in the\nworld did you manage to use six\npounds of butter on only four loaves\noi breadP\"\n\"It's the cooking,\" explained Frank.\n\"It takes such u heap of butter to fry\nthe bacon.\"\nPossible Complication.\n\"Pawl\"\n\"Well, Tommy.\"\n\"Do you believe there's people\nliving on Mars?\"\n\"t see no reason to doubt it.\"\n\"Well, wouldn't it be a good joke\non 'em if they should find out after\nwe get to talking to 'em thnt they\ndon't know that's the name of their\nplanet?''\nAbientminried.\nThe master of o large factory met\nthree of his men walking along the\nyard and asked whither they were\ngoing.\nFirst Mnn\u2014Plense, sir, we're taking\"\nthis 'ere plunk to the sawmill.\nMuster\u2014Whut plunk?\nFirst Man\u2014Why, bless me, Bill, il\nwe ain't been und lorcot the plunk!\"\nBITTERSWEET iff 6 A. M.\nHEN tho sun li early; comln'\nAnd the mnrnln* glories peep\nAna 'the* mud wusp starts to hum\nmln',\nThen a kid 'd llko to sleep\u2014\nLikes to Kick the sheets in billows\nWhen he rolls ni-ound the bed,\nBia-rowln' beneath the pillows\nWhen tne Hies buzz round bis head.\nBut It's always aagrttvatln',\nFor there comes a gentle tap:\n\"George! Get up. George!\nCome to breakfast, George!\"\njust breaks up that mornln' napt\nf\nThen you holler \"YesBUml\" quickly.\n\"I am comln' right away!\"\nBut the sleep webs gather thickly,\nAnd In bed, you're sure to stay.\nAnd the next thing you are dreamln'\n| uf the woodlands green and cool; -\nWhere the silver trout are gleamln'\nIn the deepest medder pool.\nThen It's always aggravatln',\nKor there sounds a mighty rap:\n\"George! Breakfast is gettln' cold.Georgel\nCome down! Do come down, George!\"\nJust breaks up your mornln' napt\n\"Tessum! Yessum! I'm a-comln'l\"\nAnd ynu tumble round in bed. -\nStill that mud wasp keeps a-bummln'\nIn bis mud house1 overhead,\nAnd the sun mans red face, peepln'\nThrough the cracked and [tapered glass,\nLaughs to find you still a-sleepln'\nAs the mlnuu*, ev 'tlly pans.\nAnd It's awful aggravatln'\nWhen you hear-no gentle tap\u2014 i\n\"George, come down tills minute!\nDon't let hie tell you again! Do'you\nh-e-a-r?\"\u25a0\nJust breaks up your mornln' nap!\n\u2014Victor A. Hermann In New fork Sun.\nWould Not Stand For It.\n\"No. Bir; I would-not stop another\nminute to talk to dem folks. Dey\npassed me nut a short an' ugly word.\"\n\"What was It?\"\n\"Work.\" -Browning's Magazine.\nBut Times Had Changed.\nThe weary hunters returned to tha\nvillage In deep chagrin.\n\"You told us about the benrs on tbe\nhills,\" blurted one of tbe Nlinrods angrily.\n\"I surely did, bub,\" drawled the oldest inhabitant of the settlement \"See\nany?\"\n\"Not a one.\"\n\"Bobcats?\"\n\"Not a trace of them.\" ,\nThe old man lit his pipe.\n\"Waal, that do beat everything,\" he\nremarked dryly. \"Thar was plenty of\nthem thai* sixty-nine years ago, wheu\nI was a boy. 1'erbaps\"\u2014\nBut the disappointed hunters wpre\nmaking strides for tbe station.-Chl-\ncago News.\nLack of. Judgment.\n\"So Coytise Charley met bis fate at\nthe bands of a posse?\"\n\"Yep.\" auswered Three Fingered\nSam.\n\"What was the trouble?\"\n\"His immejlt difficulty was a lack of\njudgment as to speed. He helped himself td a horse, but didn't pick one\nthat was fast enough to keep ahead of\ntbe party as went after blm.\"\u2014Washington Star.\nThe Sequel.\nTourist\u2014Whut's going on around\nbere?\nChief Umbrella\u2014Umph! Poor Lo\nhave big meeting. After meeting havo\ndog f eiiBt.\nTourist\u2014Ob, 1 see. After the powwow conies the bowwow.\u2014Detroit\nFree Press.\nSince the Auto Craia.\nStubb\u2014Some years ago you used to\nread of rich society women giving up\ntheir jewels for the benefit of the\nheathen. You don't bear of It now.\nPenn-No. They nre too busy giving\ntbem up to get their chauffeurs out of\nthe police stutlou.-St. Louis Post-Dispatch.\nHe Was Tired ef It All.\n\"And did sbe succeed In refusing\nhim?\"\n'\u2022She accepts credit for it. But, you\nsee, sbe was wise enough not to marry\nhim until he hnd goue the pace to the\nvery Hmlt.\"-Clevi,lnnd Plain Dealer.\nFamiliar Taste.\nFarmer Ryetop-You seem to enjoy\nthose fresh vegetables.\nSummer Boarder-Yes. It Is nn acquired taste. You \"et them from tin\nsame Btore up In town that we do.\u2014\nChicago News.\nThe Uncertain Craft\n\"When du you leave towuV\"\n\"Today.\"\n\"Which way do you go?\"\n\"I don't kuow. I'm nn aeronaut\"-\nPunch. .\t\nIt's Swimming Time.\nWhen the sklei are blue and tender.\nAnd the little bird! are building.\nAnd the buttercups and sunbeams\nFar and wide the fields are gilding.\nAnd the hollows every morning\nWith a pearly mist are bidmmlng,\nThen 1 feel a constant yearning\nTo go swimming.\nWhen the tree toadl pipe their musts)\nI'n the green and marshy places,\nArd the bumblebees are booming,\nAnd the spiders spread their 'aces,\nArd the boys their willow whlsuls\nAfter school are busy trimming.\nThen the water calls and culls me\nTo go swimming.\nShelving beaches strewn with pebbles,\nRlppied reaches bright and sunny,\nAmber pools and crystal currents,\nDeep and clear and smooth ai honey,\nBubbles on the shallows dancing.\nSilver loam tha eddies rimming,\nbrook and river then Invite you\nTe an \u00bb\u00ab-i--\"iHsr,\n-Alums Irving. In Leslie's Waeklf.\nBARGAINS OF LIFE!.\nSo Long as We Live We Will Never\nStop Trading.\nFour children are huddled in a tiny\nroom in a tenement. An aged woman\npainfully climbs the stairs and enters.\nHer tired face lights with a smile ss\nshe places a bundle of groceries on a\ntable. She has toiled all night at\nj cleaning the floors of an office building, \"Grandma,\" the children call her.\nHer duys of toil had, seemingly, ended years before. , She settled down,\nthen, to end her life in rest ond peace.\nBut her son died; then her daughter-\nin-law died. And to keep the children together she got work. We\nthoughtlessly call this a sacrifice. We\nthink it is giving \"something for nothing. Oh, no, the old lady is smiling.\nShe iuude a bargain. She'toiled to, win\nthe deep peace that is shown by the\nsmile.\nHere is a musty old man, a professor sunk in his books. What a lot he\nhas missed in .life, some of us say|\nMissed nothing! He hasn't sacrificed\na thing. On the contrary he got just\nwhat he most wanted\u2014knowledge and\nscholarly contemplation. He might\nhave had fame, wealth, a beautiful\nhome. But he traded them all off for\nwhat he wanted most.\nSee this millionaire. Worry beBets\nhim; he does not sleep well; he distrusts etery man. He traded peace\nand quiet and contentment for millions. Money was whut he wanted.\nAnd this is life\u2014bargains. We barter this for that; trade what we Want\nless for what we want more. Look at\nyourself at any moment in your life\u2014\nnow, for instance. Everything you\nhave got by this bartering; everything\nyou hove not, you have traded away.\n\"I'm a poor man,\" perhaps you say.\nVes, but, you're something more than\nthat. Maybe you're lazy; maybe you\ndrink; maybe you hote to save; maybe self-control is unpleasant to you;\nmaybe you wanted a little home and\nchildren; maybe you saw that you\ncould buy happiness for yourself by\ngiving your money to others\u2014there\nare 10,000 moybes. But you may TO\nsure that you got what you wanted.\nYou made your bargain. You didn't\nsacrifice anything.\nYou can see, then, when the big\nthing, the right things, in this world\nis wanting, ideals should be set high.\nYou will get what you really want.\nYou can't help it. You're paying out\nsomething all the time. Be sure you\nwill be getting something back. You\ncan't stop trading in this market for\nlife. Don't be cheated. Choose and\nPay. ,\t\nBloodhoundi on the Trail.\n, Major Richardson, of' bloodhound-\nkeeping fame, relates that during a recent visit to Germany Bome wonderful\ntales of the tracking powers of the\nBrunswick dogs were told to him.\nIn the case of a girl murdered in\na farmhouse the dog was taken to the\nroom where the crime took piece. After it had scented about the bloodstained floor the farm.hands were paraded. The dog rushed at one of them,\ngrowling savagely. The man was arrested, and on being examined hia\nclothes were found to be stained witli\na spot of blood. He then confessed.\n\"Another case I. found to be true,\"\ncontinues the major, \"was the innocence of a man being proved by a\ned suspicious.a man was arrested,\nand as certain circumstances appeared suspicious, a man was arrested,\nThe dog, on-being taken to the girl's\nroom, took up her trail and showed\nwhere she had walked down to the\nriver. Her footsteps were single all\nthe way, and this was taken as conclusive that it waB a caBe of suicide,\nnot murder. No other incriminating\nevidence having arUen, the man was\nreleased, and afterwords a letter Was\nfound written by the girl announcing\nher intention to commit suicide.\"\nWROTE\";\n\u00bb\nj DEATH OF \"SURFACEMAN\"\nI GREAT LOSS.\nIS A\nA Non-Committal \"Character.\"\nA contractor took, to oblige a\nfriend, recently a sort of \"odd man\"\ninto his employ, about os shiftless snd\nworthless a so-called laborer. Bays he,\nas ever he oame across. In due\ncourse the employer, his patience exhausted, called the newcomer into his\noffice and told him to look for another\njob. \"Will you give me a recommendation?\" asked the man, piteoUBly.\nAlthough he felt that he could not\nconscientiously comply with this request, his heart was touched by the\nappeal. So he sot down to his desk to\nwrite a non-committal letter of character for the fellow. His effort resulted as follows: \"The bearer of this\nhas worked for me one week, and 1\nam satisfied.\"\nIt did not help the shiftless one\nmuch.\nIbsen's Table Companions.\nUpon Ibsen's writing table a visitor\nsaw a small tray containing a number of groteBque figures \u2014 a wooden\nbear, a tiny devil, two or three cats\n(one of them plajmg a fiddle) and\nBome rabbits. Ibsen said: \"I never\nwrite a single line of any of my dramas without having that tray and its\noccupanVs before me on my table. 1\ncould not write without them. But\nwhy I use them is my own Becret.\"\nWhy He Was Big.\nA very tall and muscular man went\nthrough the office and out.\n\"Fine physique,\" remarked a visitor. \"Pritsefighter, is he?\"\n\"No,\" was the answer. \"That's the\nart editor. No. We-don't select them\nbecouse they' know anything about\nart. We get them good and strong,\nso 'they con lick the engrover and\nmake him do things over when he hasn't done them to our liking.\"\nHer Valuation.\nLittle Moiy looked at the penny\nwhich had been given to her for the\ncollection plate with evident satisfaction and then, hcptling close to her\naunt, whispered, \"How much are you\ngoing to give?\"\nHer aunt, opening her hand, displayed a quarter of a dollar.\n\"Oh,\" excluimed Mory excitedly,\n\"don't do it! It isn't worth it!\"\nTo Use Henry Vll.'s Chair.\nA choir used by Henry VII. nt Ath-\nerstonp on the eve of the bottle of\nBosworth Field, in 1485, is to be used\nhy King Edward VII ot the next levee\nbefore it is presented at Atherstone\nParish Church.\nThe Late Alexander Anderson Was\nOne of the Sweetest of the Humble\nBards for Whom Scotland Is Famous\u2014Was Born In Kirkconnel In\nGalloway and Was a-Rhymer From\nHis Earliest Years.\nScottish literature is sensibly the\npoorer by the death of Alexander Anderson, tne poet, better known as \"Surfaceman.\" In Canada, as in other\nparts of the world, there are Scotsmen, aye, and Scotswomen, too, who\nwill hear ot his passing with a sense\nof domestic loss, iior muny's the home\nthat has been cheered and softened'\nsnd uplifted by tlio recital or memory\nof \"Cuddle Doon,\" which has been\nwell described us one of the finest\ngems of the Scottish muse. There is\nu simplicity and tenderness in ita\nlines, a humor und pathos, an expression of solicitude almost maternal in\nits fondness thut have made the poem\na household classic. And yet the author of this wonderful interpretation\nof the joys and - pangs that accompany the putting of'the \"bairnies\"\nto the bad was a bachelor, all his days!\nLATH ALEXANDER ANDERSON.\n\"Cuddle Doon\" is in itself sufficient\nto preserve the tnemory of \"Surfaceman,\" though the two or three volumes that came from his pen contain\nmuch worthy of a place in any Scottish anthology. Like most Scottish\npn-'ts, \u2022*\u25a0 nder^nn '\"ns p. true son of the\nsoil. Bom in the picturesque little\nvillage of Kirkconnel, in Galloway, a\nfiloce shrined in ballad lore, he be'\nonged to a race which hos produced\nmany poets and litterateurs. At school\nhe developed en aptitude for sketching in colors that made him somewhat\nof a hero among his fellows, but,\nwhatever may have been his possibilities as an artist, it was to poetry\nthat his juvenile fancy turned. He\n\"lisped in numbers, for the numbers\ncame,\" although, as he confessed in\nlater years, there was neither inspiration nor profit in those early effusions.\nHis first effort to emulate Burns, he\nused to say, had for its theme the\nludicrouB incident of a man being hit\nby a snowball, and then followed an\naccumulation of doggerel that in days\nof discretion furnished material for a\nrespectable bonfire. It was not until\nhe had reached manhood that his gift\nfound anything like true expression,\nand it was grief over the death of a\nbrother that touched his lyre and\ncaused him to seek comfort in on\node, \"To One in Eternity.\" Employed\nos a quarryman, he found leisure to\nstudy, and with a mind attuned to\nhigher things he set about cultivating\na knowledge of languages so that he\nmight the better appreciate the joys\nof literature. First it was French that\nhe mastered with the aid of a cheap\ngrammar; then German, then Italian,\nahd it was not long before this working quarryman was able, os he him-\nBelf expressed it, \"to appreciate in my\nown way, in their own tongue, the\nmighty voices of Goethe, Schiller nnd\nDante.\"\nThe publication in The People's\nFriend,\" a miscellany thot has done\nmuch to stimulate a love of healthy\nliterature among the masses in Scotland, of a poem on John Keats attracted sufficient attention to induce\nAnderson to become a regular contributor, and the appearance of his first\nvolume in 1873, with the title \"A Song\nof Labor and Other Poems,\" set the\nseal upon his already growing reputation. In the interval between his\nbrother's death and the publication\nof his poems Anderson had left the\nquarry and become a surfaceman or\ntrack-layer on the railway, hence his\nadoption oi o nom-dc-plume which he\nnever discarded. The muse had found\nlodgment amid many unromantic surroundings in Scotland,- but this wns\nthe first time that it had been known\nto find inspiration in the prosaic, mechanical life of n railway, ond consequently \"A Song of Labor and Other\nPoeihs\" iwas hailed with no ordinary interest.\nWhile \"A 8ong bf Labor ond Other\nPoems\" won for \"Surfaceman\" a\nprominent plnce among the bards of\nhis native land, his second volume,\ncontaining \"Cuddle Doon,\" \"Jenny\nWi' the Aim Teeth,\" and \"Jamie's\nWee Chair,\" brought him more e---\ntended fame. The homely humor of\nScottish domestic life appealed to him,\nbut blended with it wus the tenderness\nof a heart which wns keenly sensitive-\nto thp sorrows and hnrdshins of the\ncottage homes. Perhaps it wo* this\ncombination of humor ond natho's thnt\ngave to his verse its chief charm.\nCoventry.\nCoventry iB one of the oldest cities\nIn England, hut a more interesting\nclaim to fame lies in the foot that she\nis literally the central town. The city\nof the three spires is about equally\ndistant from London, Liverpool, Hull\nand Bristol. Two Parliaments at least\nhave been held within her gates\u2014the\nParliament indoctorum and the Pui-\nliameut diobolicum, THE REPORTER, NEW MICHEL, BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nChildren\nHad Eczema\nSUFFERED AGONY UNTOLD\nTreatment prescribed had no effect\u2014\nDR. CHASE'S OINTMENT\n\u2022 made thorough cure.\nMany a mother's heart has been\nlorn by the sufferings of her little one\nwho has fallen a victim of eczema.\nOnly such mothers appreciate to the\nfull the value of Dr. Chase's Ointment\n\u25a0as a cure for this horrible ailment.\nMrs. Oscar Vancott, St. Antoine,\n\u2022Sask., writes:\u2014 f\n\"I have found Br. 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Murine Eye Remedy Co., Toronto.\n\"One-half of the world does not\nknow how the other half lives.\"\n\"Well, it is gratifying to think that\none-half of the world attends to its\nown business.\"\u2014Puck.\nMlnard's Liniment relieves Neuralgia.\n\"There seems to he a strange affinity between a negro and a chicken.\"\n\"Naturally. One is descended from\nHam and the other from eggs.\"\u2014Kansas City Journal.\nI r-\nComJort for the Dyspeptic\u2014There is\nno ailment so harassing and exhausting as dyspepsia, which arises from\ndefective action of the stomach ahd\nliver, and the victim of it is to be\npitied. Yet he con find ready relief in\nParmelee's Vegetable Pills, a preparation that has established itself by\nyears of effective use. There are pills\nthat are widely advertised as the\ngreatest ever compounded, but not; one\nof them can rank in value with Par\nmelee's.\nSOME OLD EPITAPHS.\nHave you ever noticed that all the\nmen who go to rest cures are married\nmen?\nflow's This?\nWl offer One Hundred nous- Rewsrd for snt\nease at Cetsrrb. that ctnnot be cured by HlUV\nCatarrh curs.\nF. J. CHENEY a CO., Toledo, 0.\nne. tbs undernamed, live known P. 3. Cheney\nlor tne kit It yews, snd believe him perfeeUy boa.\ncrtble In \u00abU business transections snd nnanelsllf\nable to esny out sny obligation* mtd* by bis Arm.\nWAL01N0. KlNNAK St MABVW.\nWholesale Ormnlate, Toledo, O\nHell'* Catarrh Cure Is taken Internally, setlni\ndirectly upon tbe blood and muooul surface* ot Uel\nsyitem. Testimonial* sent free. Price IS cents pi\n*ottle. Bold by all Druiklst*.\nTiki HeU'a FamUy Pill* tor constitution.\nHe\u2014\"So you've rend my new novel.\nHow did you like it?\"\nShe\u2014\"I laid down the volume with\nimmense pleasure.\"\u2014Boston TranB-\neript.\nWilson's Fly Pads are sold hy all\nDruggists, Grocers and General Stores.\nVisiting 8tranger\u2014It's curious whot\na strong hold this sport of baseball\nhas on the\t\nFan\u2014It isn't sport! It's a long\ndrawn out agony.\u2014Chicago Tribune.\nRequisite on the Farm.\u2014Every\nfarmer and stock-raiser should keep\na supply of Dr. Thomas' Eclectric Oil\non hand, not only as a ready remedy\nfor ills in the family, but because it\nis a horse and cattle medicine of great\npotency. As a substitute for sweet oil\nfor horses and cattle affected hy colic\nit far surpasses anything that cap bo\nadministered.\nSpectator\u2014\"Why don't they begin\n\u2022the duel?\"\n\"They nre waiting for the photographer.\"\u2014Meggendorfer Blatter.\nMinard's Liniment for sale everywhere\n\"I can't see where Jinlrs is clever,\nyet he makes people think so.\"\n\"Well, I consider that clever all\nright.\"\u2014Kansas City Journal.\n\"Young man,\" said the successful\nold guy, \" I started as a clerk on 11\nn week and today I own my own business.\"\n\"I know,\" answered the Young\nChap, \"but they have cash registers\nin all the stores now.\"\u2014Cleveland\nleader. \u25a0\nQueer English Verses In Honor of the\nLate Lamented. .\nAt Elgin-Cathedral may be seen on\na tombstone tbe following quaint epitaph. The date on.the'stone Is September 28. 1687.\nWILLIAM OLMER.\nThe world is u Citie full of Streets,\nAnd Death is tbe Merchant that all\nmen meets;\nIf lyte were a thing that Monie could\nbuy,\nThe Poor could not live and the Rich\nwould not die.\nOn a tombstone in the \"Burrying\nGround\" at St. Peter's, Isle of Thanet,\nmt.y be read this epitaph:\nruicmiun Hero, famed for strength,\nAt lust lies here, his breadth and\nlength,.\nSee how t|k Mighty Man hath fall'n;\nTo Death the Strong and Weak are all\noue.\nAnd tne same Judgment doth befall\nGoliath Great as David Small.\nIn another \"burrying ground\" in an\nEnglisii hamlet may be seen the following inscription on the headstone\nof a watchmaker:\nHere lies one who\nStrove to equal time;\nA lask too hard,\nEucn power too sublime.\nTime stopped his motion,\nOverthrew his balance wheel,\nWore olf his pivots, though\nMode ol hardened steel;\nBroke all his springs,\nThe verge of life decoyed,\n' And now he is as though\nHe'd never been made;\nNotMor the want of oiling.\nThat he tried;\nIf that had done for him\nWhy, then he ne'er had died.\nIn a Devonshire churchyard may be\nseen the following on a very aged aud\nweather-beaten headstone:\nThe horse bit the Parson;\nHow came it to pass?\nThe horse heard the Parson say\n\"All flesh is grass.\"\nIn a Woolwich churchyard may be\nseen on a gravestone:\nAs 1 am now, so you will be;\nTherefore, prepare to follow me.\nAnd some busybody, with a sharp\nknife-blade, added the following humorous couplet:\nTo lollow you I'm not content\nDmess 1 know which way you went.\nThe following humorous epitaph\nmay be read in a quaint village\nchurchyard ol Devonshire:\nANN MANN.\nHere lies ye bodie of Ann Mann\nVvho lived an old maid\nAnd uied au old Maim.\nCeylon the Gorgeous.\nDespite the fact that the enterprise\nand persistence oi the planters of Ceylon, iu advertising the virtues of one\nof its products, tea, hove familiarized\npeople with the name of the island, iu\nthe praise of which, from time immemorial, the poets of the Orient\u2014\nand, iu later duys, those of the Occident\u2014have exhausted the superlatives\nto be lound in any tongue in extravagant laudutiou of its marvelous beauty, its gorgeous color, its soft ciime,\nits wondrous gems, and, in short, its\npossession of all the features snd\ncharacteristics of a puruaise on earth,\nhow uiuuy oi us know anything uf it,\nund of its history? Most probable the\naverage person has a hazy notion thut,\nlike liorneo, Formosa und other islands ol \"the dim and mysterious\neast,\" it's u place inhabited by barbarians, ot semi-barbarians, overrun\nwith dense and tangled tropical\ngrowths, in which lurk all sorts of\ndangerous wild animals and deadly\nreptiles, its savage state only partly\nredeemed by the presence of a few\nadventurous exponents of western civilization, who are risking health, and\neven life itself, to snatch hardly guin-\ned riches from a virgin soil.\nPoacher Corrects Duke.\nEntering the army as far back as\n1837, the Duke of Grafton, who recently attained his eighty-eighth year, bus\nseen a good deal of hard fighting. In\nthe Crimea, serving with the Cold-\nstreams, he wus badly wounded nt\nInkermun, when a bullet entered his\njaw and passed out through his neck.\nWhile acting as o county magistrate\nthe duke hod an amusing experience\nsome years ago. A particularly daring\npoacher, who had been caught witli no\nfewer than one hundred rabbits iu\nhis possession, wus brought before\nhim. \"You are fined five guineas and\nsixteen shillings costs.\" said the duke\nin his severest tones. \"You'll pur-\ndon me,\" replied the culprit, \"but\nI'm not. You enn't make me pay\nmore than five pounds all told. You\nsee, 1 know what\"\" I'm talking ahout.\nI've been up before.\" The poacher\nwas found to be right, and he pnid\nthe money with the uir of n mun who\nhud scored u point.\n******** **********\n* \\ *\n* BABY'S GREAT DANGER *\n* DURING HOT WEATHER *\n* . *\n* More children die during the *\n* hot weather than at any other *\n* time' of the year. Diarrhoea, dy- *\n* sentery, cholera infantum, and *\n* stomach troubles come without *\n* warning, and when a medicine *\n* is not at hand to give prompt *\n* relief, the delay may prove *\n* fatal to the child. Baby's Own *\n* Tablets should be kept in every *\n* home where there are children *\n* during the hot weather months. *.\n* An occasional dose of the Tab- *\n* lets will prevent deadly sum- *\n* mer complaints, or cure them *\n* if they come unexpectedly. Mrs. *\n* 0. Moreau, St. Tite, Que., says: *\n* \"My baby suffered from a se- *\n* vere attack of cholera infan- *\n* turn, but after giving him \"\u2022*\n* Baby's Own Tablets the trouble *\n* disappeared, and he regained *\n* health splendidly.\" Sold by *\n* medicine dealers or by moil at *\n* 25 cents a box from the Dr. *\n* Williams' Medicine Co., Brock- *\n* ville, Ont. *\n* *\n******** ** ********\nSTONEMASON PREMIER\nEnlightenment\nMrs. Boggs\u2014Henry, did you hear\nabout Mr. Jones? Mrs. Smith was\ntelling me this afternoon how\t\nMr, Boggs\u2014That's just like you women, gossiping about things that\ndon't concern,you, and I suppose you\nhave the story all mixed up, anyway\nNow.I got the whole thing Btraight at\nthe cigar store and barber shop and\ntiie facts in the case were like this:\nIt seems that, etc.\nAttacks of cholera and dysentery\ncome quickly, there seldom being any\nwarning of the visit. Remedial action\nmust be taken just ns quickly if the\npatient, is( to ho spared great suffering\nnnd permanent injury to the lining\nmembranes of the bowels. \u2022 The readiest preparation for tho purnose is Dr.\nJ. D. Kellogg's Dysentery Cordial. It\ncan be got at amall cost at any drug\nstore or general dealer's, and it will\nafford relief before a doctor can be-\ncalled.\nNothing is so universally imitated\nas success.\nIf allowed to room over your house\nthose few innocent-looking house flies\ni*iny cause a real tragedy any day, as\nthey are known to be the principal\nagents for the spread of those deadly diseases, typhoid fever, diphtheria\nand smallpox.\n\"I m?de a big hit with that woman\nall right.\" \"What did you say to\nher?\" \"Nothing. I just kept still and\nlistened.\"\u2014Louisville Courier-Journal.\nMinard's Liniment Co., Limited.\n.Dear Sirs,\u2014I had a Bleeding Tumor\non my face for a long time and tried\na number of remedies without any\ngood results. I was advised to try\n! MINARD'S LINIMENT, and after\nusing several bottles it made a complete cure, and it healed all up and\ndisappeared altogether.\nDAVID HENDERSON.\nBelleisle Station, King's Co., N. B.,\nSept. 17,1904.\nOnly the fool will strive for success\nhy the skyrocket route.\nA pleasant medicine for children is\nMother Graves' Worm Exterminator,\nand there iB nothing bcttet for driving\nworms from the system.\nThe Waiter\u2014Beg pardon, sir, but\u2014\nahem!\u2014the gents usually remember\nmy services.\nThe Guest (pocketing all the\nchange)\u2014Do they? They ought to be\nmore charitable and forget them.\u2014\nTit-Bits.\nMinard's Liniment Cures Burns, Etc.\nShe (nfter the tiff)\u2014Yon will admit\nyou were, wrong?\nHe (a young lawyer)\u2014No, hut T'll\nadmit that nn unintentional error\nmight have unknowingly crept into\nmy assertion.\u2014Christian Endeavor\nWorld.\nfttmarkable Story of Mr. Tom Price\nof South Australia.\nOne of the most remarkable careers\n<)f modern times closed with the death\nof Mr. Tom Price, Premier of South\nAustralia. Many years ago, in the\nhumble position of stonemason, he\nhelped to build the Parliament\nHouse; afterwards he sat in that very\nHouse as Prime Minister. He was a\nWelshman, born at Brymbo, in Denbighshire. His father was a working\nbuilder, and he himself was taught\nthe stonemason's trade in Liverpool.\nWhen only twelve years of age he\nBaved 6d. a week,in order to buy a\nsecond-hand coat at a pawnbroker's\nshop, so that he could attend the\nSunday school. When he did attend\nother hoys made fun of him because\nthe sleeves were too long. He dealt\nwith them summarily. \"The boys,\"\nhe related, \"produced a bigger boy to\nflatten me out. I finished him.\" He\nattended the same Sunday school for\nmany years, and eventually became\nsuperintendent. Then he married\n\"the prettiest girl in that school,\"\nand with her emigrated in 1881, on\naccount of alarming symptoms of lung\ntrouble, to Sydney, moving to Adelaide a few years later.\nAt Adelaide Tom Price helped, as\na mason, to build the Parliament\nHouse, in which he sat since 1905 as\nPrime Minister. His success in life\nwas due entirely to his gifts of self-\nreliance and perseverance. \"After I\narrived in Adelaide,\" he said, \"I\nimmediately got work with the leading contractor there, I was with him\nseven years. Soon after I left him' I\nbecame Clerk of Works for the Government, which wss at that time\nerecting some big works at u place\ncalled Islington, close to Adelaide. I\nwas asked by the Labor party to become a candidate for one of the biggest electoral districts of the State.\nI was returned (this was in 1893),\nbeating the old member for the district by one vote. Four years after\nthat 1 became leader of the Parlia-,\nmemory Labor party. When the\nStates of Australia federated I stood\nfor a seat in the House of Representatives, but was beaten by just a few\nvotes after polling 28,000. In the\nyenr 1905 I challenged the Govern-\nment-as leade\/ of the Opposition-\ncarried a non-confidence motion, was\nsent for by the governor to form a\nministry, and succeeded in doing so.\"\nThere was no pride in him. \"I was\nTom Price,\" he said, \"when I went\nto school. I was Tom Price as superintendent. I was Tom Price as stonemason, and I am Tom Price as Premier to-day.\" As in the past, bo for\nmany generations in the future, the\nachievements of Tom Price, the Welsh\nstonemason, will be rightly held up\nas u great example of what sterling\nmerit may attain. But if the moral\nbe truly pointed, it must be remembered that in Tom Price'B case the\nreward was not great riches or sell-\naggrandizement, but rather great opportunities for public service. \"I am\nas poor as Job, he told a friend. \"I\nhave to-day nothing in the shape of\nwealth, but I have written my name\non Acts of Parliaments of my country, which age itself cannot wipe\naway. And I hove the best wife and\nthe best sons and daughters in the\nworld.\"\nMlnard's Liniment Cures Dandruff.\nWhile some men practice what they\npreach, the majority would ho ashamed to preach half thoy practice.\nHeredity Versus Environment.\nA garden, purty wns given recently\nat St.'Dunston's Lodge, Regent's Park,\nLondon, by the Countess of Londes-\nborough, when o short meeting wns\nheld on behnll of the Church of England Home for Waifs and Strays. The\ncountess tells oi o little boy, who wos\nstaying at his grandfather's farm, but\nhe hat: been so continuously and persistently naughty, that his aunt, who\nhnd charge of him in his mother's\nabsence, did not know what to do\nwith him. In despair she said, weakly: \"If you do not behave, 1 shall\nput you in one of grandpapa's lien-\ncoops.\" \"Well,\" snid Henry, sturdily, \"before you put me in, I wont to\ntell you that 1 if ill not lay any eggs.\"\nTampering With Cables.\nThree Ci.lcultn telegraph messengers have been unnoted on charges\nof having for many months intercepted London market cablegrams prescribing the rates for silver, wheat,\njute, ond other articles. The mensen-\nfers are said to hove telephoned to\noeul firms the changes in prices before the addressees received the mes-\n\u2022ages.\nAfter making a most enreful study\nof the mntter, IJ. S. Government\nscientists state definitely that the\ncommon house fly is the principal\nmeans of distributing typhoid fever,\ndiphtheria and smallpox. Wilson's\nPly I'ads kill the dies and tho disease\ngerms, too. No other (ly killer compares witli Wilson's Ply Pads.\nA Royal Fish Storey.\nYou know that kings and queens\nhave prerogatives of English rulers in\nolden times related to royal fish.\nBoyul fish are sturgeon .and whale,\nwhich are considered the finest of\ndeep-sea fish. For this reason, \"on\naccount of their superior excellence,\"\nwhenever one of these fish was thrown\nashore or caught near the coast of\nEngland it became the property ol\nthe King. This seems very unjust\nto those who might secure the whale\nor sturgeon, for they were compelled\nto give it up without receiving any\npay. However, the King had some\nground for claiming these royal fish\nas his property, because it was he who\nguurded and protected the seas Irom\npirates und robbers, and in those days\nthere were very many of them.\nThe most peculiar feature of the\ncustom of royal fish was thut, while\nthe whole of the sturgeon belonged\nto tbe King, only hulf of the whale\ndid. For it was a prerogative, as it\nwus called, of the Queen that the\ntail of every whale caught in the way\ndescribed was her property, while the\nhead only was the King's. The reason for this division, us given by the\nold records, wus to furnish the\nQueen's wardrobe with the whalebone\nand thio reason is more amusing than\nthe custom is peculiar, Ior the whalebone lies entirely in the head of the\nwhola. But there are many more as\nstrange ond amusing customs recorded- in England's early lawB.\nFriend\u2014Whnt was tile title of your\npoem?\nPoet\u2014\"Oh, Give Me Back My\nDreams.\"\nFriend\u2014And what did the editor\nwrite you?\nPoet\u2014\"Take 'em!\" \u2014 Cleveland\nLendct.\n- DODD'S '\nKIDNEY\n'\/, PILLS J\nW. N. U., No. 761\n' Mr Winston Churchill's Mother.\n\"Is there so much difference between politicians and actors? Both\nare equally eager for popular applause, both equally doubtful whether\nthey will got it.\" Thus Mrs. Corn-\nwnllis-VV'est, in \"His Borrowed\nPlumei-,\" the production of which\nplay aroused so much interest at the\nHicks Theatre, London, a few days\nngo. One wonder,s what Mr, Winston\nChurchill, who watched the first per-\nformanc! from a box. thought of this,\nhis mother's sarcastic reference to\ntiie stage and politics. \"His Borrowed Plumes\" is Mrs. Cornwallis-West's\nfirst play, and was written in a single\nweek in the country. It scintillates\nwith brilliant epigrams; for the former\nLady Randolph Churchill is a woman\nwho can both write and speak brilliantly.\nWife Sold by Auction.\nA strange story nf n man selling his\nwife to another, comes from England.\nA convivial outing took plnce ai\nCradley Heath recently, and one of\nthe men present, a chuinmaker, offered to dispose of liis wife to the first\nbidder, A sum of $100 was speedily\nforthcoming, the money being paid\nby cheque. The lady, who wai of\nprepossessing appeurHiice, expressed\nno objection to the sale, going off with\nher purchaser.\nMuit Have License,\nNo private person may instal or\nwork wireless telegraph apparatus\nwithout special license from the Postmaster-General,\nAN ENGLISH POw.PEIL\nCity ot Verulamium Contains Some\nRemarkable Antiquities.\nEnglish newspapers note that the\nEarl ot V'erulam, who owns the sand\nupon which was built the ancient Unman city of Verulamium, has given\npermission to the Society ol Antiquaries to undertake excavations, which\nwill shortly be commenced. The site\nof Verulamium lies a mile or bo from\nthe centre of St. Albans, just at the\nentrance of the beautiful Gorhunibury\nPark. ,\nVerulamium was one of the most\nimportant cities in England ut the\ntime of the Romaa occupation. With\nEboracum (York) it enjoyed the dignity of being a municipium, which\nmeant that all w)io were born within\nits walls could claim Roman citizenship. It was situated in Watling\nstreet, and the British insurrection\nunder Boadicea culminated here in\nthe massacre of 70,000 Romans. In\n\"103, or perhaps earlier, St. Albiin, the\nfirst English martyr, was beheaded\non the site of the present St. Alban's\nAbbey. Not long after the ancient\ntown was lorsaken, and the hew one\n\u2014St. Albans\u2014grew up on the hill\nwhich had shadowed it.\nIn the centre of the Bite of the old\ncity is the Church of St. Michael, the\nvicarage of which stands in the middle of what was the forum. A lew old\nwalls and other fragments are to be\nseen here and there, but the Roman\ncity lies for. the most pkrt buried under a considerable depth of soil. In\nthe course of centuries earth hue been\nwashed down from the hillside, and\nearthworms have been busy, and\nwhere once lay the proud and splendid city is now the quiet, flower-filled\ngarden of the vicarage, the fields of\nthe glebe, and other pastures and\nplough lands.\nThe stones and Roman bricks of Verulamium were, of course, much used\nfor latet buildings elsewhere. St. Alban's Abbey is very largely built from\nthem. But a great deal still remains\nunder the soil. About sixty years ago,\nand again in 1869, the theatre was\npartly and temporarily uncovered,\nand some fine frescoes, pavements,\nand marbles were found. It is the\nonly Roman theatre in Britain, and\nits dimension are almost exactly the\nsame aa those of the theatre at Pompeii.\nin fact the whole town of Verulamium singularly resembles Pompeii as\nregards shape\u2014an irregular oval\u2014dimensions and arrangement and post-,\ntion of streets and buildings. It is\nslightly laiger, its walls enclosing an\narea of 190 acres. Its excavation\nought to provide extraordinary interest. If it is done thoroughly, as no\ndoubt it will be, we shall have within\no few miles of London on object-lesson\nof surpassing educational and antiquarian value as to how the Romans\nlived in Britain two thousand years\nago.\nA Model Love-Letter.\nAustralia iB a greet country for competitions. The Victorian mining city\nof Ballarat which returns Alfred Den-\nkin to the Federal Parliament, has\nhad a love-letter competition, which\nproved so attractive us to draw competitors from all over the Empire.\n.It closed a few days ago, with the\ninteresting result that the first prize\nwas awarded to an English lady, Miss\nGertrude Leighton of Block End,\n.Cornwall. The letter judged to be\nthe best ran thus:\n\"To An Imaginary Correspondent:\nYou BBk me to forgive you. Whot\neon you ever do, sweetheart, which\nfor one moment could make me tor-\nget what you are to me, or thot love\nwhich has made earth heaven, and\nmy life a joy? Have I to forgive 'lie\nsun for lurking behind the clouds\nwhen he has shone on my days a!id\nmade them golden; or shall I welcome\nhim the less when he comes forth to\nwarm me again? Beloved, if I hare\na'lgh' to forgive it is that you, I hole1,\nhave asked the question. I have w>\ndesire to know anything, except thai\nyou have loved me and love me still.\nMy faith is unquestioning, for have\nI not crowned you king, nnd the king\ncan do no wrong? These eyes of mine,\nwhich have closed beneath your\nkisses, are sightless until your lips\nunseal them. My ears are deaf except to the magic call of the voice\nof my beloved, and my heart has ceased to beat until it can throb on yours.\nI am sleeping, and shall awaken but\not the sound of your footsteps.\"\nPainting In the Dark.\nConsiderable interest will doubtless\nbe aroused at the forthcoming exhibition of the English Salon ot the Albert Hall, by the work of Mr. H. K.\nRaine, a young artist who paints portraits in a light so subdued as to\nseem, to the new-comer's eyes almost\ntotal darkness. He has invented a\nportable shutter for regulating the\nlight of a room, and is thus able to\npaint liis sitters in their own homes.\nOne result of his.method is that he\npaints with extraordinary speed. Sittings of about half on hour before and\nafter luncheon for one week are all\nthat he demands. Mr. Raine makes\nhis own oil, canvas, and colors by a\nsecret process, und anyone may see\nthp distinct similarity between his\ncolor's and those of the old Dutch\ncolorists.\nMarried to a Doll.\nIndia iB a land of many strange\nsuperstitions, but a recent case report'\"! from a town called Badaon is\ncurious almost beyond belief. An inhabitant lost two wives In quick succession, and was about to contract a\nthird marriage, when he received the\nfollowing mandate from the relations\nof the bride:\nWe are told that when a man has\nnlrendy lost two wives hia third also\ndies very soon. In order to satisfy\nthe Angel of Death, you are requested\nto marry a doll, and thereafter come\nand marry our daughter, who should\nbe your fourth wife and not your\nthird.\nThe man did as ho was told. He\nmarried the doll, then gave out that\nshe was dead, buried her with great\npomp, und proceeded to marry his\nfourth wife,\nn\n\"SALAM\nTEA\nIs Delicious\nAlways of High\nand Uniform Quality\nLead Packets Only. At all Grocers.\n40c, SOc, and 60c per lb'.\nThe Eddystone Light.\nThe first two Kddyitone lighthouses\nwere constructed of wood. One waa\nwashed uwa>, the other buiut.\nWhy the Tears Came\nShe offered an expxlanation of her\ntearful mood. j\n\"I've been to a wedding,\" she said.\n\"I always cry more at a wedding than\nI do at a funeral. It's so much more\nuncertain.\"\nA WINDSOR LADY'S APPEAL\nTo All Women: I will send free,\nwith full instructions, my home treatment which positively cures Leucor-\nrhoea, Ulceration, Displacements,\nFalling of the Womb, Painful or Irregular Periods, Uterine and Ovarian\nTumors or Growths, also Hot Flushes,\nNervousness, Melancholy, Pains in\nthe Head, Back or Bowels, Kidney\nand Bladder Troubles, where caused\nhy weakness peculiar to our aez.\nYou can continue treatment .at home\nat a cost of only about 12 cents \u25a0\nweek. My book, \"Woman's Own Medical Adviser,\" also sent free on request. Write to-day. Address, Mrs.\nM. Summers, Box H. 77, Windsor,\nOnt.\n\"John, this Arm is advertising\ndresses 75 per cent. off; what does that\nmean?\"\n\"Bathing suits.\"\u2014Houston PobL\n' He demand for ttft-mran-rtu-w. 1\nFar em font tton run\nMm, torts, ipeotii, tic.,\nbevtne tats Btmt bin thoi\nnt taproot IM ef Hat.\nMm Mis, elite, wsllen.\nIff,, Wt (fusees' -\nMII-IIOINir1IT.ee*.\n\u2022old sr uam BIUIM\n\"SUhtflats ttieuWtevf\nWINNIPEG BUSINESS COLLEGE.\n28th Year.\nIndividual Instruction.\nGood Positions Await our Graduates.\nWrite for Illustrated Catalogue.\nAddress, The Secretary, Winnipeg\nBusiness College, Corner Portage Ave.\nand Fort St., Winnipeg, Man.\nCROSS-EYES\nsad ell ere dlaestf*. Cstsieets\nend M-um* over th* alidit can be\ncured without the Knife, !\u00bb\nDr. Carter's Absorption\nmethod. Write for book\nFranklin O.Cartir.M.D.\nIKSIeteBt.. Ohloiso. III.\n\"Poultry\nPeace\nWill rid birds and buildings\nof lice, mites and other vermin. If applied to the bird\nwith a sponge it will not discolor the feathers or injure the\nbird.\nRetailed by\nThe Steele Brlggs Seed Co.,\nWinnipeg,\nand reliable storekeepers everywhere. Manufactured by\nCarbon Oil WorKs,\nLimited,\nWINNIPEG, CANADA.\nManufacturers of \"COWL BRAND\"\nOil Specialties.\nPoor\nDigestion?\nThis is one of the fi rst signs of stomach weakness. Distress after eating,\nsour eructations, sick headache, bilious conditions are all indicative\nthat it is the stomach that needs\nassistance. Help it to regain health\nand strength by taking\nBEECHAM'S\nPILLS\nfor they are a stomach remedy that\nnever disappoints. They act quickly and gently upon the digestive\norgans, sweeten the contents of the\nstomach, carry of! the disturbing\nelements, and establish healthy conditions of the liver and bile.\nThe wonderful tonic and strengthening effects from Beecham's Pills,\nmake them a safe remedy\u2014they\nHelp Weak\nStomachs\nSit Everywhere. la Belli s\u00bbcsaU. THE REPORTER, NEW MICHEL, BRITISH COLUMBIA.\nTHE MICHEL REPORTER\nNEW MICHEL, B. C.\n0EOR0K Q. MKIKLE, - MANAGmQ-lDITOR\nIssued every Saturday, from office of\nPublication, Northern Ave, New Michel.\nSUBSCRIPTION ONE DOLLAR\nA YEAR IN ADVANCE\nADVERTISING RATES OK APPLICATION\nIn and Around Town\nW. Ward of P. Burns & Co., Fer\nhie, was here on Wednesday,\nPeter B. Neleon of the Rex Tailoring Co.. Toronto, was doing bus'\niness through here this week,\nA grand masquerade ball will be\nheld in Crahan's hall on Thursday\nevening,-October 28. Bills will be\nout early in the week.\nThere was no meeting of tbe board\nof trade on Tuesday evening, owing\nto the absence from town of both\nthe president and secretary i\nW. Hawthorne, the well-known\nbrush artist from Fernie, was here\nthis week, adding the finishing\ntouches in the shape of signs to\nWeber's new store;\nMr. and Mrs, T. B. Brandon arrived in town this week, Mr\nBrandon, Who is the editor of the\nPass newspaper syndicate is assisting the editor publish the Illustrated Edition.\nAt the drawinfc at the Great Northern hotel on Saturday night, for\na house and lot, ticket No, 205\nheld by C. Saveseli, house 51, Mi-\nehel, won, The property is worth\nabout $800.00.\nOn Wednesday, at Fernie, before\nJudge Wilson, Jesse Mansfield ! of\nElk Prairie, was fined $75 for setting out fires, and V, Vlasak was\nfined $50 for allowing agents to set\nout fires north of Michel,.\nFor Thanksgiving Day, October\n'25th.' the Canadian Pacific Kail-\nway Company announce a. rate of\nfare and one third for the rqiind\ntrip. Tickets will be on sale October 22nd, tp October 25th. inclusive, final return limit, October 27,\nThere is a public telephope booth\n-here, and it is public,, so public\nthat any one wishing to talk (iri-,\n.vately, is heard all over the premises. It is tip to the telephone com-\npuny tp put in a proper booth immediately,\nThos. Q. Harris wishes to express\nhiB thanks to those people who bo\nkindly assisted him in his troubles\nand sympathized with him in the\nJoss of his little baby, and more\nespecially to Mrs. Evans who had\nthe infant in charge.\n,, A change of ad from the Trites-\nWood Co. reached the. Reporter too\nlate for insertion as the, frqnt page\nwas run; They, wish,to call attention.to the 20 Cenfury clothing, in\n\"suits and overcoats, also tp their\nhats, underwear and gent's furnishings in the latest styles.\n\u2022 We had the pleasure..of shaking\nhands this week with $pb, Walms-\nJey, an old.fri^d,,.formerly,a pas:\nOs*\" \t\nm\nHEWSON\nPORE WOOL\nUNDERWEAR\n-Bob is in the .real estate business\nnow at Nelson', and doing well.\nThe Gold Standard Demonstra--\ntion, conducted by Mrs. J.Jlirkbank\nand R, F. Mcintosh, in the Trites-\nWood Co's store at New Michel,\nwas a pleasant surprise to the many\n\u2022visitors.. The popularity of the\n' Gold Standard goods has been considerably enhanced by this demonstration and the quality will retain\nthe customer.\nH. H. Depetv of Depew. McDonald and McLean.of Fernie, wasliere\nthis week on important business.\nThis firm wishes to secure from the\nMichel Watertight &. Power Co.,\nthe franchise held,by that company\nfor lighting purposes, and if they\nsucceed, will immediately install an\nelectric light plant- A meeting of\nthe company will be held to-night,\n\"whoii tho whole proposition will be\nthreshed out.\nOur old friend W. j. McKeown,\nthe popular real estate man from\n.Vancouver, was here this week, lie\nhas grown a muBtasche since he\nwas here before and when Bob\n\u2022 Moore saw it, he. twisted up his,\n\u25a0and planted himself in the barber's\n\u2022hair. \"Take it off, Mr. l.arbek*,\nitake it off,\" said he. -'vtrhen Mac\ngrows a mustacho, mine comes <>ff,'\ni^udoff ite*vma am! now iioli looks\n\u2022 dike Kelly docs with tbo (lucent on\nthe\"!.\"\nLook for the Oval Brand.\nGuaranteed Unshrinkable.\nHewson Underwear is as\ngood as Hewson Tweeds,\nUku\nWeber, New Michel\nThe\nfecial\nIllustrated\nBdition\nof the\nReporter\nto be( dut\nnext\nwill dbiitaiii\na large\nnumber 6t\nnaif-tone1 \u00bb ,\nEngravirigs\nof local\nScenery\nBusiness\nHouses\nand Portraits\nof leading\nCitizens\nLeave your\nOrders at\nKennedy's\nDrug itotk\nor at\nthis office.\n10 Cents\na Copy.\nOne Cent a Word\nAdverUaementa inch u For Salt, To Let, Lost\nFoaro Wanted etc., inierted at the uniform\nrate or One Cent a Word Each Insertion\nLOST AND FOUND\nWANTED-MISCELLANEOUS\nFOR SALE OR TO RENT\nAN tJP-TO-DATB BILLIARD AND POOL\n\/x Room for n-.li' on easy terms or to rem to responsible party. Apply to J. Seigle, New Michel\nFARM FOR SALE\nWITH HOU8B, BARNS, STABLES, SHEDS'\nV' farming tools, ;i wagons, 4 horse.**, harness.\n_00 chifckens, -10 turkeys, 8 Wna tiarrots, \u25a0'\u2022 tons of\nturnips, uuautity of caL.-j.ifro and everything\naround my plant). Now ia the time to buy. For\nterms enquire of A, Vlasak, New Michel.\nSUNDAY SEJiVQipS\nMETHODIST CHURCH\nMICHlSL AND NEW MIOllEL\nSERVICES EVERY SUNDAY\nNEW MICHELj 10.46 a. ra\u201e In room\nover Somerton Bro's store.\nMICHEL, Sunday School, 2.30 p. m.\nEvening ServitB, \u00bbt 7.30. Band of\nHope every Monday at 7130 p. m.\nRev. Si T. ChBnoweth, Pastor.\nThe\" pastor and officials extend a cordial\ninvitation td you to attend these services.\nTom Hnber left for tlio coast yesterday.\n' O. N. Woods is oft for ft Week to\nTrout Lake.\nFred. Pomaha'c, has bought two\nlotB in Block 10, from H. <>. Whit\nnay, and ia excavating for a furniture and undertaking establishment\nST. PAUL'S CHURCH^;\nMICHEL, B. C.\nServK'es\u2014Sra Sunday in .tne iHonUi,\nHoly Communion, 11 a. m,\nEvensong, 8.30 p. in.\nSunday School, 2.00 p. m.\nA. Briant N. Crowther, M. A., Vicar.\nRdMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH |\nMtCHEt, b! b.'.',-.\nSunday: toil' Mass, 8 a. tp.; High\nMass,\" 10.30 a. in.; Sunday!; Scliool, ,3\n\u2022 p. m.l Vespers, 4 p'. m.j^^\nMonduyi Mass, 8 a, m.. -v.-r-\u2022-\u2022\nRev. Fr. Meisnner, Pastor\nL. P. Eckstein . t). E. McTaooabt\nECKSTEIN \"& McTAGGAET;\nBarristers, Solicitors Etc. ''.\nECKSTEIN _UILtii.NG, FER^lEjvB.C\nSlCRETAR.ES\nIr there is no Un)on Printing\nOffice in your town, send your\nwork to the Reporter Office,\nNew Michel, and have it done\nby the man who Unionized\nthe First Printing Office in the\nPass, and have your jobs decorated with that\nIadge of honBr\n-TH_-\nISO YEARS'\n. Maum\nDCflSNI\nCOPVKKIHTS ctO.\nqnleklr sscwtiiln our oplnloi ftee wjislbslsa\nfiiTenrton le protsblr PMeiUjW\". ComraonlJ*\ntlon*\u00ablrloll\u00bbconBUoiit'al. HANDBOOK on Pswnli\n__ .et]rcone\t\n.sent free. Oliteii wsnorforlomrlnipst*\nPstsnts tiksn: tbronfh Muiin * Co. n\nAn**eneliOTdlngaskste?Md''ie*oVl'ptianuit\n . ,_,-- .... rfnu\t\no\u2014\nA\n' I'etents Ukon through Wuim * C\nsseeul notice, wltteoat nm In the\nScientific American.\nA handMrnaiy UUiitniod wttkl*. U_i\u00bb*i_ rtf-\nSUt ton of any \u2022-.\u2022Qtlflo Journal. _'_rmi fot\nDfttU, \u00bbX7fi \u00bb jwt, puiUtfo pruptld. Bold bf\nto nmuuen. 'Ay\nUnion Bakery\nG. SOVRANO, Proprietor\nOLD TOWN, - - - MICHEL\nFresh Bread Delivered Daily\nNotlns of Application for Ranewal,\nof Liquor Lioonso\nXTOTIC'Elslinmliy Klvi'ii. Hint I. Alc.tamler J-\n\u25a0\u25a0* McCool. W No'v Mli-lu'l. II. ('.. IhtoliU 10 np\nPly to the SuiiorlMondonl ol I'mriiiclal 1'olioo,\nal tliei'Xlilmtionoti'ni' liioulli Iron, the dulo\nliereol.,fiir a rcn'.'wnl of my rclnil liquor llcoime,\nlor llio prcinlai's known ns Uie liront Northeni\nHotel, sltimtol nl New MIMinl. II. 0,\nALEXANIIEK .1. McCOOL.\nDated nt Nn\\y Michel, Hi C l iii. ll, moS. ,-Jl'-\nRflnl .nutate in New Michel is,. still\nailvanclng, and wa are pleased-.^ to\nset Mint several local capitalists ate\nnoting Ibis fact. It is rumored\nthat Dr. Curly Martin linn secured\noptions, on several. Iiu^ness blocks,\nand may open out in i>'*nnts etc.\nis\nMark!\nIt's the Trade Mark and the\nplain price mark sewn on the\nbreast pocket of every genuine\nSemi-ready Coat,\nSo many dealers try to deceive\n\u2014that we Want those who seek\nus to find us\u2014and that Trade\nMark is our sign,\nW* cart finish you a suit in ail hour \u2014 fit it to your exact size) \u2014 tiitor it\nto your individualism\u2014to your ideas, impressions and your expression\u2014\nUd the suit will save you and gain you money and satisfaction.\n\u2022SPECIAL ORDERS\nmade la brder In Perhaps -Are) may not have\nfdtirdayt Just the fabrics in the\nparticular or distinctive\nstyle yotl like\u2014it would take\" a half million to\nstock ill our lines\u2014so We\" show 300 fabrics! from\nwhich we can make you any si'.'.e; style\" br design\niii Wilt days\u2014to special brder. See these, pleases\niwtti-r^\nItCWW^tSB-W-Jy\nNew Michel\n.. . .,,.->T..^.,. .:W,,.,ro.\u201e , v. .-. r. :,.-,- -\nBusiness Bringei\",;,\nRet.Ine Notices Inserted under thin, He\u00abdlnc\n\u25a0t thi ritt of,Ten Cents \u2022 Line, each insertion. No adt Inserted amongst Locals.\nSMOKE Crow'* Nest Special and Extra. Unioi*\n\u00b0 Made liuars.\n\u2022JHII'HINtl TftKS, printed trt onler, good toutrl\n\u00b0 itoult, al tlio K-apoi'ter ofllce.\n\"PNVF,LOPES. Any quantity, nood stock, wel\nu printed, at tho Reporter office.\nQTATEMENT8, Priiited and pnddrd as ym\n\u00b0 want thorn, at tbe Rcportqfr oHlee,.._ .;\u25a0\u25a0\nf ETTltB Heads. Plain'or 'Pnncy: '.Any coin\nu ink. Printed ns you like them at the Bepoi\nDUSINESH Cards. Finest work in the Pns**\n,J Any size and any color Ink y_u.do.ire. Prilled at the Reporter omcO.\nDRIKTINO Ink. We cart decorate your prtntim\n1 job. with any color or shade df the finest Ink\nin the world. .For fine color work send you*\norder io tl^.RoportcJv.,, .,.\u201e._, .^ ,\u201e. . -.\n\u25a0i\nfn stock aiid hiad'e to order\nFred. Pomahac,\nNEW MJCHEL\nI J. B'COTT,\t\nGlSNEKALSBLiCKSMlTH,\nHorscshoeins; a Pp'scislty.\nNEW MIOHEL\nJ. B. Tufney of Fernie, was in\ntown on Friday.\nT. B. Baker returned faom liis\nholiday trip ou Wednesday-\nMrs. Taylor of Moyie, is visitiiig\nher sisters the jtiBses Dudley.\nSnow fell ntCorbin to the depth\nof four, inches, yesterday.\nMiss atewatt of \u25a0 tho Trites-Wood\"\nstiitt'i is visiting friends on the coast\nDr. Wilson takes over Dr. McSor-\nley'sp-actis'^o-day. Dr. McSorley\npurppso, remaining for a few Weeks\nlonger., ,\nGrand- Chancellor Townley bf the\nK, l\"s. rnndehis annual visit to Michel on Wednesday evening, accompanied by D. 1?; CI. C. Biivvnoss of\nCranbtook and Chancellor Kdgecomb\nof Fernie,\nGrand Master. Wallace- 1,'aW of\nVnncotlver was here last, night visit-\ningthe 1. O. O, F. He delivered\nan-able address, and a very enjoyable social .time was indulged in, in\neluding a banquet\nBlairmore Lbtsforsaieaii\nover Bla:\nTownsite,\nTnu\/ncifp bver Blairmore\nI OWnSlie. 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