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; Cecil? "Then I' nd do up my Glade t it in your cabin, Ww all b at Bergen before long, they say The speaker: was a young Jishm 4 three 'or four-and- ty, and the sister addressed by him: hood, having but a few days before Sslebrated her | nineteenth' births ay. y x "Let me seé to your bag, Roy,' 'she exclaimed." *'It is 'a shame that _ you should miss this lovely bit of the fjord, and I shall do it in half the time."" { 2The conceit of women!' he ex- claimed, with a smile. in; which brotherly. love and. the: spirit. of teasing 'were about equally blend ed. "No, no, Cis, I'm not going to- let you spoil me. 1 shall 'be up again in ten miniites. Have you not made any friends here? Is there no one on deck you can talk to?' 5 91 don't want to talk,' said Cecil. "Truth fo tell, I am long: ing to get away from all these Eng- dish people. Very unsociable of me, n't it?' 1 Roy Boniface turned away with 2 smile, understanding ther feeling well enough, and Cecil, with her ack to the . chattering tourist throng, let her eyes roam over the shining waters of the fjord to the craggy mountains on the further shore, whose ever-varying forms had been delighting her since the early morning. { She herself made a fair picture, though her beauty was not of the order which quickly draws atten- $ion. There was nothing very Striking in her- regular features, fair complexion, and light-brown air; to a casual observer she would ve seemed merely an average English girl, gentle, well-manner- ed, and nice-looking. It was only to those who took pains to study her that her true nature was re- vealed ; only at times that her quiet gray eyes would flash into sudden auty with the pleasure of meet- ing with some rare and unexpected sympathy ; only in some special need that the force of her naturally re- tiring nature made itself felt as a great influence. Cecil had passed a year of eman- |" cipated girlhood, she had for 'a whole year been her own mistress, had had time and money at her disposal 'and no special duties 'to take the place of her school-work. Tt was the time she had been look- ing forward to all her life, the bliss- ful time of grown-up freedom, and now that it had come it had proved a dissappointing illusion. Whether the fault was in herself or in her circumstances she did not know; but like so many girls of her age she was looking out on life with uzzled eyes, hardly knowing what it was that had gone amiss, yet con- scions of a great wanty of a great unrest, of a vague dissatisfaction which would not be reasoned down. 'Cecil is looking poorly," had been the home verdict; and the mo- ther, not: fully understanding the cause, but with a true instinct as to the remedy, had suggested: that the brother and sister should spend # month abroad, grieving to lose Cecil from the usual family visit to the sea-side, but perceiving with a mother's wisdom and unselfishness . that it was time, as she expressed : it; for her young one to try its. wings. £ Bo the big steamer plied its way 1p the fjord, bearing Cecil Boniface her small troubles and. perplexi- ies to healthy old Norway, to gain there fresh physical strength and' esh insights into that: puzzling thing called life; to make friend: ips spite of her avowed unsoci- | bleness, to learn something more 'the beauty of betty, the joy of 'at present with girlish imp -she turned away from the tc r its center no fewe ad hs 'Ther t re distimgnighen Te : sporting group. ng Po. a 8 nod ciiite aid y 1ghit-bro and com- 1 Ww seked Sib fortable traveling-c & was| n was the flirting "group-<a fHotably small one, however, for Norwegian traveling is rough work and is ill- suited to this genus... =. "Fook here, Blanche," exclaimed a. gray-béarded Englishman ap- proaching a pretty little brunette who had a most'sweet and winsome expression, And 'who was standing #0 near to the camp:stool on which Cleéil had ensconced herself that the conversation was quite audible to her. "*Tust see if you 'can make out. this writing ; your eyes are bet- ter - than, mine. It is from He Falck, the Norwegian agent for o firm, I dare say your father tol you about: him," . i fYes, papa said he was one of the leading merchants 'out here and would 'advise us what to see, and where to go." | i "Quite 'so. This letter reached me just as 1 was leaving home, ab: is to say that Herr Falck has taken rooms for us at some hotel," I can read it all well enough except the names, but the fellow makes such outrageous flourishes, What do you make of this sentence, begin. ning with 'My son Frithiof ¢' *' "Uncle, uncle, what shocking pronunciation! You must not pub in an English 'th.' Did you evel heat of the Frithiof Saga! You must $ it quickly like this--Freet« off." ' "A most romantic name," sad Mr. Morgan, "Now I see why you have been so industrious over your Norwegian lessons. You mean to carry on a degperate flirtation with Herr Frithiof, oh! that is 'quite cledr; I shall be on the lookout." Blanche laughed, not-at. all re- senting "the remark, though she bent her pretty face over the let: ter, and pretended to have great difficulty in reading Herr Falck's very excellent English. > "Do you want to hear this sen- tence I' she said, "because if: you do Ill read it." " 'My son Frithiof will do himself the honor: to await your arrival ab Bergen on, the landing-quay, and will 'drive you . to Holdt's Hotel; where we have procured the rooms you desired. - My daughter Bigrrid (See-gree) is eager to make the ac- quaintance of your daughter and your niece, and if ypu will all dine with us at two o'clock on Friday at my villa in Kalvedalen we shall esteem it a great pleasure."' "Two o'clock dinner!" exclaimed Florence Morgan, fot the firft time joining in the general conversation. "What an unheard-of hour!" "Oh, everything is primitive sim- plicity out here," said' Mr. Mor- gan. 'You needn't expect London fashions." 05) "1 suppose Frithiof Falck will be a sort of youn Viking, large- boned and dignified, with"a kind of good-natured fierceness about him,'? said Blanche, folding the letter. "No, no," said Florence, "he'll be a shy, stupid eolintty bumpkin, afraid of 'airing "his bad English; and you will step valiantly into the breach with your fluent Norwegian, and 'your! kindness will' win his heart. Then presently he will come ap in his artless and primitive wa; with a Vaer saa god (if you please and will take your hand. You wil reply: Mange tak ' (many thanks), and- we shall all joytull; t AVENE 3 the usual sprinkli "pald, weary, | EE ed Uy him the vaudl spunk ofp ens nor, you either, gr $ want to 'spoil our holiday wit ness. matters, 'and: besides, 'one should 'always consider 'oth ples feelings.' ooo Cecil set her teeth a nd the rose to her cheeks; she moved away to the other side of the.deck: that. she might not hear any more. "What hateful people {they don't care a bit od he ind 8 hospitality of these ° wegians; They. only men just to a convenience,' Thea ther rejoin or' she exclaim "Roy, who are those vulgar people over on the other side?" them. ng s herfbro- |] "exclaimed, "With two pretty girls in 'blue ala sters? I think the name is Morgan, | | rich city people. The old man' not bad, but the young one's'a bor snob... What do you think I heard him say as he was writing hismame in 'the 'book "and caught sight of ours. | 'Why, Robert- Boniface; that must, be the music shop in Regent Btreet. Norway will soon he spoiled if all the cads take to coming over.' And there was I within two yards of him."' ' : "Oh, Roy! he couldn't have known or he would never have said it.' : "Oh, yes, he knew it well snough. It was meant for a snub, pichly de- served by the presuming tradesman who dared to come to. Norway for his holiday instead of eating shrimps at Margate, ax' such cattle should; you know !'" and Roy laughed good- humoredly. = Snubs -had a way of gliding off him. like water off a duek's back. ; "I should have hated it,'" said Cecil. "What did you do?' " "Nothing ; studied Baedeker with an imperturbable face, and reflect= ed sapiently with William of Wyke- ham that neither birth nor calling, but 'manners makyth man." But look |" this' must be Bergen, - What: a glorious view! If only you had time to sketch it just from here!' Cecil, after one quick exclama~ tion of delight, was quite silent, for indeed few people can see unmoved that exquisite view which is unfold- ed before them as they round the fjord and catch 'the first glimpses of the most beautiful town in Nor- way. Had she been alone she would have allowed the tears of happiness to come into her eyes, but being on a crowded steamer she fought down her emotion and watched in a sort of dream of delight the picturesque wooden houses, the red-tiled roofs, the quaint towers and spires, the clear, still fjord with its forest of masts and rigging, and the mou tains 'rising steep and sheer, encir- cling "Bergen like "so many. hoary old giants who had vowed to pro: tect the town; 'Meanwhile, the deck resounded e with those vomments which are so «B MR J. I. HUGHES, _ :Bchool Inspector. of Torontd. only six cents more, Whe th fact is considered that. oy {wo tons of fresh barnyard manure |} to: make. one ton of rotted manure, owing: to the loss: from evaporation and 'leaching, it can be seen that much of the fertilizing matter ori- ginally contained is Iost in the rof- ting process. WAR SE +A report gives some interesting observations 'on' the experimental use of fresh and' rotted manure, Both' were used 'on the corn and wheat crops, in comparison with unmanured land. The yield of corn | on unmanured land was 38,1 bush- els per acre. On'land dressed with rotted manure, a yield of 65:1 bush- els Was secured; and where fresh manure was applied, the yield was 170.7 bushels per acre: The increas led yield 'of 'corn from the use of} 'rotted manure was - 27.6 bushels; and from the use of fresh manure 22.6 bushels, an' increase of five bushels per acre in favor of the fresh manure. On the wheat crop the efféct was similar, though not so. marked, On the unmanured land, the wheat yielded 16.1 bush- els per acre; where rotted manure was used, 19.1 bushels; and on the land dressed with fresh manure; 19.7 bushels per acre were Secured. The increase in favor of the fresh nanhre was only six-tenths bush- el per acre on the wheat crop, '« While the increased returns are 'comparatively small in both cases, it illustrates" clearly the fact that fresh manure is at least as good as |- . rotted manure, .and for some ps even better. The prevention of loss by le: ne and in the rot- ted pre should he kept in mind very irritating to most lovers of {ted scenery; one long-haired 'aesthete gave vent to a fresh adjective of! admiration abeut once -a- minute, till Roy 'and: Cecil 'were forced to. flee from him and to take refuge it was 'a fine view." but: wi b= truded their personality far less 'upon their companions. 'Oh; Roy, how. we shall enjoy it} all 1" said Cecil, as they drew. near 'to the crowded landing-quay. 5 "I think we shall fit in, n {Thank 4 ake yout ple ted nearly 9,000 years ding to Petronius and" us, though Pliny casts: n the story, says the Lon: ronicle. An artist appeared Til glass before Tiberius with a cup: |} | which he dashed violently on the ground, It was neither broken nor cracked, 'but merely dented, like a | piece of metal. Then the man pro-. duced a mallet and hammered tha cup back into its = proper ape, Tiberius, however, asked Ww! er anybody else knew the secret, and when the artist proudly answered | "No," had him instantly beheaded would terribly depreciate the The emperor feared that such '- & ) sae of the precious metal. : - He--Madam, you promised to obey me. Do you do it. She--Sir, you promised me your . worldly, goods. Do I get 'em? 5: Apron Of all birds the parrot is fondesd of music. 3