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Your Grocer SeUs Ba7i i GREEN TEA TiXave rou tried it? The tiny rich* flavored leaves and tips are sealed air*tigKt. Finer tHan anx J^pan or Gunpowder. Insist upon SAlLADA. •UAPTKK XVII.â€" (Cont'd.) Tlicre was only on© possib!e outlet that opening into the liOuis-Phi'.lipe room in whk-h Erik and Chri.stiiie Daai- were. Rut, although this out- let looked like an ordinary door on Chri.stine's side, it was absolutely in- x-i-siblc to U.S. We must therefore try to open it without even knowing whire it was. ^ But I had first to calm M. de Chagny, who was already walking about like u madman, uttering inco- herent cries. The snatches of conver- sation which he had caught between I'hristine and the monster had con- tributed not a little to drive him be- side himself: add to that the shock of the magic forest and the scorching boat which wa." beginning to make the persj)iration stream down his temples and you will have no difficulty in understanding his state of mind." He shouted Christine's name, brandished his pistol, knocked his forL'head against the glass in his endeavors to run down the glade.s of the illusive forest. In short, the torture was be- ginning to work its spell upon a brain unprt pared for it. I did my best to induce the poor viscount to listen to reason. I made him touch \hj mirrors and the iron tree iind the bnmches and explained to him, by optical laws, all the lumin- ous imagery by v*hich we were sur- rounded and of which we neerl not allow ourselves to Im; the victims, like ordinary, ignorant people. "Wo are in a n^om, a little room; that is what >x)U must keep saying to j-ouraelf. And we shall leave the room as .soon as- W3 hava found the door." And I pr(>:nis?d him that, if he let no act, without di.sturbintr me by fihouliiig.and walkinj,' up and down, I would discover the trick cf the door in loss than an hour's time. Th:ii lie laj,- fiat, as one does in a wood, and dcc.ared thai he would wait until I found the door of the forest, a.s there was nothing I)etter to do! And he added that, from v/here he was, "the view was splendid I"' The torture was working, in spite of tA\ that I had said. Mys.^lf, forgetting the forest, I tackled a glass panel and began to finger it in every direction, hunting for the weak point on which to press in order to turn the door in accord- ance with Krik',5 system of pivots. This weak point might Ik? a mere speck on the glass, no larger than a pea, under which the spring lay hid- den. I hunted and hunted. I felt as high a •. my hand.s could reach. Erik was about the same height ns myself and I thought that ho would not have placed the spring higher than suited hi.'' stature. While groping over the successive panels with the greatest care, I cn- deavore<i not to lo.se a minute, for I was feeling more and more overcome â- with the heat and we were literally rou.fting in that l>la7-ing forest. I had l)een working like this for half an hour and had finished three panels, when as ill-luck would have it, I turn- ed round on hearing a muttered ex- clamation from the viK<-ount. "I am stifling," he said. "All those mirrors are sending out an infernal heat! Do you think you will find that spring soon? If you are much longer about it, wo shall be roasted nlive!" I was not sorry to he^r him talk like this. He had not said a word of the foreet and 1 hoped that my com- panion's reason would hold out some time longer against tho torture. But he added: "What console., me in that the mon- "DIAMOND DYE" ANY GARMENT, DRAPERY Just Dip to Tint to Dye Eacu l&'Ccnt pack- age lOntalni direc- tlona so simple any woman <an tint soft, deilcalo tbadcs or dya rich, permanent colon In lingerie, â- llki, ribboLr, aklrta, <v a 1 I t t , dreesea. c o a t â-  , atocklnc*. â-  « weatera, <] ra perlee, :ovortngi, iianKtnge â€" eT*rjllilLg! Duy Diamond Djee â€" no other kind- end tell y^ur druggist whether the ma- ti>H:-.i you with to color Is irool or silk, nr i^hetlier It It linen, coiioii or nlted l«»UE No. »â€" 'M. ster has given Christine until ;> ^vcn to-morrow evening. If we can't get out of here and go to her assistance, at least we shall be dead before her! ; Then Erik's mass can serve for all' of us!" And he gulped down a breath of hot air that nearly made him faint. As I had not the ."-ame desperate reasons as M. de V'icomte for accept- in-g death, I returned, after giving him a word of encouragement, to my panel, but I had made the mistaka of taking a few steps while speaking and, in the tangle of tlie illusive forest, I was no lon.^cr able to find my panel f>r cc'rtain! I had to begin all over again, , at random, feeling, fumbHnf;, groping. Now the fever laid holid of me in tarn . . . for I found nothing, abso- lutely nothing. In the next room, all was silence. We were quite lost in the forest, without an outlet, a com- pass, a guids or anything. Oh, I know wh;it awaited us if nobody came to our aid . . . or if I did not lind the spring! Hut, look as I might, I found nothing but branches, beautiful branches that stood straight up before m?, or spread gracefully over my head. Rut thoy gave no shade. M. de Chagny and I had repeatedly taken ofT oui- cimts and put them on again, finding at one time that they mad'j us feel still hotter and at an- other Urn? that they protected us against the heat. I wa.s still making a moral resistance, but M. de Chagny seemed to me quite "gone." He pre- tended that he had been walking in that forest for three days and nights, without stopping, looking for Chris- tine Daac! From time to time, he thought he saw her bel)in<l the trunl: of a Ire'.', or gliding bstwecn the branches; and he called to her with words of supplication that brought the tears to my eyes. And then, at last : "Oh, how thirsty I am!" he cried, in d.'liri)us accents. I I too was thirsty. Jly Ihrout was' j on (irp. And, yet, squatting on tho Iloor. 1 went on hunting,- hunting, hunt- ing for the spring of the invisibly door ... especially as it was dangerous I to remain in the forest as evening drew nigh. Already tho shades of nijrht wore beginning to surround us. It had happened very quickly; night fi'.ils quick.y in tropical countries ... suddenly, with hardly any twilight. I Now night, in the forests of the equator, i.s always dangerous, par- ticularly when, like our.««lvc.';, one has not the materials fora fire to keep off the iMMists of prey. I did intend try- ing for a moment to b.-eak off the branches, which I would have lit with my dark lantern, but I knocked my- self also against the mirrors and re- membered, in time, that we had only images of braiichcs to do with. The heat did not go with the day- , light; on the contrary, it was now stfll : hotter under the blue rays of the , moon. I urged the vi.'-count lo hold our w<-!iponK ready to fire and not 'to I Rtray from camp, while 1 went on looking for my spring. I Suddenly, v.e heard a lion i-oarinjg a few yards away. I "Oh, whispered the viscoufit, "he is quite c'ose! . . . Don't you see idm? i. . . There, . . . through the trees . . 'in lh!it thiekctl ... if he roars again I will fire! . . ." ^ I And I he roaring b;>gnn again, loud- cr than hefor*-. And the visojutit fired, ^but I do not think ho hit the lion; only, he smashed a mirror, ;â- .! I pcr- |coived tlve next morning, at day- break. Wo must have covered a good I distance during the night, for we sud- â- 'dejilv found ourselves on tho edge of ',thc desert, an immense desert of sand, stones and rocks. It was really not Worth while leaving tlie forest to como upon the desert. Tired out, I flung myK,-lf down beside the viscount, for I had had enough of looking for springs wh'ch I could not find. 1 was quite surprised â€" and I sail so to th.a viscount â€" that we had en- countered no othor dangerous antnmls (luring the night. Uxuailv, after the lion came the leopard and Fo:nctinie â-  the buz/. I'f tha t-wtse fly. These weie easily obtained effecta; and I explain- ed to M. do fhagny that Erik imitat/?! tho roar of a lion on n long labour or timbrel, v.-ilh nn ass's skin at on« end. Over this skin ho tied a string of iatgiit which was fairtened at the mid- dle to another smilar string pas.-.ing through tl»e wh(>« length of th© ta- mbour. Erik had only to rub this Htringi with a glove smeared with resin and, |a«;nrdlnjjf to the manner in which he i rul>bed it, he imitat4>d to perfootion I IKb voice of the lion or tho leopard, or -. even the buzzing of the tsetse fly. ' I The idea that Erik was probably : in the room lieitide us, working hit I trick, n>ad« me suddenly reartlve to enter into a parley with him, for vw* must obviously jlve up ail th'^ught of Ukking him bv gurDriee. And by this' time n*; must he quite aware who were the occupants of his torture-chamber. ' 1 called him: -Erik! Erikl" I lihbutt d as loudly aa I could across the diMiert, but there was no answer to my voice. AH «rojnd us lay the •ilence and the bare immensity of that â- tony deaert. What was lu become of U8 in Ihh midst of that awful solitude? We were begiiuiintf Literally to die of heut, huuf(er and thirat . . . of , thirst e«jx-<-ial.y. At last, I saw M. i de Chagny laibe himself on his elbow | and point to a sr-ot on the horizon. He iMid discovered an oasis) Ves, far in the dittuiue was an oasis . . . an oa*iis with Itinpid water, which I'efltcteil the iron trees! . . . Tush, it was the scene of the mirage ... I recognized it at once . . . the worst of the three! ... No one had bcien able ; to li^ht against it ... no one. . . . I i did my utmost to keep my head and not to lM>p.i for water, the water that ' reflected the iron tree, and if, after hoping for water, he struck against the mirror, then there wa.s only one thing for him to do: to hang himself on the iron tree! .So I cried to M. de Chagny: ] "It's the mirage! . . . It's the mir- ! age! . . . Don't lielieve in the water! t . . . It's another trick of the mir- 1 lors! . . ." Then he flatly told me to shut up, with my tricks of the mirrors, my springs, my revolving doors and my ; I-alaoes of Wusionsl He angrily de- : clared that I must be either blind or mad to imagine that ail that water, ilowing over tliere, among those splen- did, nuiidK'rless tix-es, was not real water! ... And the desert was real! . . . And so was the forest 1 . . . And it was no use trying to take him in ... he was an old, experienced trav- eller ... ho had been all over the place! And he dragged himself along, say-; ing: "Water! Water!" | And liis mouth was open, as though | he were drinking. } And my mouth was open too, as though I were drinking. For we not only saw the water, but heard it! ... We heard it flow, we heard it ripple! ... Do you under- stand that word "ripple?" ... It is a sound which you hear with your tongue ! . . . You put your tongue out of your mouth to listen to it better! Lastly â€" and this was the most piti- less torture of all â€" we heard the rain and it was not raining! This was an infernal invention. . . . Oh, I knew well enough how Erik obtained it! He' filled with little stones a very long and I narrow box, broken up inside with! wooden and metal projections. The! stone^ in falling, struck against these i projections and rebounded from one to ; another; and the result was a series; <;f pattering sounds that exactly imi-| tated a rainstorm. ' Ah, you should have seen us putting' out our tongues and dragging our- 1 sdves toward tho rippling river-bank! j Our eyes and cars were full of water, | but our tongues were hard and dry as . horn! [ When we reached the mirror, M. del Chagny licked it . . . and I aLso licked ; the glass. j It was burning hot! j Then we rolled on the floor with i a hoarre cry cf despair. M. de Chagjiy ' put the one pistol that was still loaded to his temple; and I stared at th' Punjj'.b lasso at the foot of the iron tree. I'-knew why the iron tree had | retL',rn':d, in this third change ofj .".ccne! . . . The iron trt^> was wailing; for mc! ... i But, as I stared at the Punjab la.sso, I ill a groove in the floor, a b>.ck-headed ; nail of which I knew the use. At last I had discovered the spring! I felt' the nail. ... I lifted a radiant face to' M. d,; Chagny. . . . The blnck-hcaded nail yielded to my p^^essure. . . . Ar.d then. . . . And theri' we saw not a door opened in the wall, but a eeliar-nap released, in the floor. Cool air came up to us from tho black hole below. We stoop- [ cd over that square of dnrkness as though over a limpid well. With our chins in the cool shade, wo drank it in. â- â-  And we bent lower and lower over; the trap-door. What could there be' in that cellar wliich openeii before us? i Water? Water to drink? I thrust my arm into the darkness and came upon a .<!tone and another , stone ... a staircase ... a dark stiiircase leading into the c<>r.«r. The| viscount wanted to flag himself down the hi>!c; but I, fearing a new trick of the monster's, stopped him, turned on my dark lantorij and went down first. ' Tlie Ktairciifc v/as a winding one i and led downi into pitchy darkness. â-  But oh, how delicious. y cool were the darkness and the .stairs? Tho lako could not be far away. | We scon reached the bottom. Our' eyes were beginning to accustom them- 1 selves to tne dark, to dlfilinguish; shapex around us . . . circular shapes' . . . on which I turned the light ofj niv lant-ern. "Bari-olBl We v.'ere in Erik's cellar: it was! here tliat he must keep his wine and perhapis his drinking-water. I knew that Krik was a great lover of good wine. Ah, there vras plenty to drink here! (To ha continued.) . &ttiusiaejhaim\ OWI.-LAFFS O. W. L. (On With Laaghter) If iaiz music ten'l dying it ought to buah. Cynlciamâ€" An exploring fore finger questioning the veracity of a fresh- paint sign. THE NEW SHADOW-PROOF BLOOMERS. 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And caressing the frlngea with still cold FIngerH, leaps on and on and speeds With its (lay's jroetiug to the fringe of trees. Thill with nioro^cseate approach The high herald aid his lohorta now encroach Ul<on bronzing water creattn, and lav- ing all Shores in gold, flooding the meadows to fall In suIutlUant nlory on the wood And awaken her eoetatlc quletud\>. Shrill rise tho calls of all the birds. Songs of delight, prayers without I words. I And In this templed phalanx glory I Of tho oak and pine, 1 construct thto ! story. I â€"P. A. Dowson, In Tha Monitor, i Absolutely. As a restraining force conscience get* a lot of credit that really belongs to cold feet. It Is 60 easy to And fault, yet every- one keeps on looking for it. The real difference between a man and a woman is this: The woman will talk about another woman any time, but a man will only talk about anotlier woman In hU eleep. A plumber's pipe dream is a dream of a broken pipe.. Happily Married. Of all the wimmin doubly blest The sailor's wife's the happiest. For all she does l» stay at home And knit and dam and let 'Im roam. Of all the husbands on the earth. The «allor has the finest berth; For In his cabin he can sit And eall and sailâ€" and let 'er knit. Many a woman's lips have been sealed with a sealskin coat! We noticed the following on a post- er advertising a dance: "Girls may attend this dance, but no dresses are to be worn abovt. the knees." We tried to get tickets, but none were to be had. The world owes you a living but pays on the installment plan. Funerals are the last things on earth we want to think about. "Some folks." said Uncle Mose, "Is so vindictive dey wouldn't appreciate goiu' to heiiven unless dej- thought dey could look out a window au' see cer- tain people not boin' able to get in." "I hear your brother is out of col- lege. Is liR doing any work?" "Is he! Why, he worked for three hours this morning try'"!; to get a dollar out of father." Will He, Willie? It looks most awful sweet: Those lips, those eyes. Like pumpkin pies, Ari.' good enough to eat. Ruskin's Letters. "I do not look to my correspondenos as a duty to be performed, but as th« very best mode of entering society. Surely time Is generally ten ihoufiand times more wasted In the common- place of the tongue, than In selecting such pieces of our mind as would be glad of sympathy, and folding them In tlie sheet of paper for our friend. If I like a friend at all I like him on paper." Thu«, writing to a college friend at tho age of twenty-one, did Ruakin formulate a theory of epistolary friend- ship which be waa to carry through with untiring enthusiasm for over fifty years. Endowed with a nature overflowing with affection and with eagerness to express itaelf, he had many friends and he "liked them alt on paper." Once he told Norton that he was writing fifteen to twonty-flve letters a dayâ€" a slight matter for the modern business man surrounded with stenographers and dictaphones, but a creative achievement of some magni- tude who one has, like Ruskin. some- thing significant to say. The re«idt was a correspondence which In extent, as well as in abiding worth, can hard- ly be equalled In the nineteenth cen- tury. His letters to Charles Eliot Nor- ton rank, together with thoee of Carlyle and Emerson, as the most memorable transatlantic correspond- ence; and more of his letters. I be- lieve, have been printed than ia the case of any other Euglish (or .Vmerf- can) writer. To such publication he was the laat to object, for he once de- clared: 'I never wrote a priv;.!e letter to any human being which I would not let a blll-stickc-r ch.-ilk up six feet high on Hyde Park wall, and sinnti mvself In Piccadilly and say 'I did u."" •• Paul Kaufman, lu The North Ameri- can Review. Don't shy away from a hard-boiled cuBtomer. The hard-boiled eggs shell tho citlest. A Case in Point. \ "It co.if mo a pretty penny for my hoHiltal bill, when I wa» injured by ; a failing brick." j "Tho&a overhead exveiifies are stire- ly heavy. " Qava Him Away. A hu/3band tnlof>hotiod to say that he cotild not get home to dinner. I^te aa it was It would be much later be- fore he had flnlih«d his husineei. "Ymi poor dear," answnred hl» wife, ♦ympatheflooll.v. "I wonder you can get anything don« at all with that Jtci band playing In your ofllce." Minard'a Liniment for dandruff. "Jolly Good FeUow." The oldest tune In the world Is that to which has been set tho |)opular toast-ditty. "For he'« a Jolly good fel- low!" Tho melody Is without an exception in alt the quaint tolk-songA o( the Western races. Pioneers in North .America fouud that the Red Indians knew It. and that it was one of the cradle lullabies of the squawB. The native tribes of South America know It to this day, a.4 al«o do the aborigines of Australia, the Maoris, and the .\rahs. African explorers have heard It chanted to the beating of toin-tome, while visitors to I>apland have stated that tho mothers In that country alao us* It The author of the tun« Is unknown; efforts to trace Its orlftn have been un- suc/>essful. Researches. Iiowever, have brought to light that It waa well known to the ancient Egyptians, aprt ihif they prob- ably got It from RaliiloM. nm be.vond that, th trail Is lost. It came to Europe thri;ugl\ the re- turning rrusadrrs. who. as a mrtttor of fact, used It as » »ori of wsrsnag when they were besieging J>^r'.i*al>'m. I Real Estate .'Vgent â€" "Wt»ll. what do you think of our little city?" Prospective Buyer â€" "I'll tell you brotlier â€" this is the first cemetery I ever saw with street lights and pav-j Ing." Short dresses are di.«c!oslng a good ! many family skelrton.s these days. ' When It comes to making a fool of a man a woman lays nature in tho shade. Marriage Is the splice of life. The First Sewing-Machine. Just 100 years ago, so It Is said In ' Franco, a poor French tailor. Earth- leniy Thiraonnier. invented the first sewing machine. Certainly he did not profit by his discovery. It was a long time before his Idea was taken up Other Inventors, Walter Hunt In Now York and Ellas Howe In London, made more or Ices sucees.sfu! exp(»riments. and finally tho sewing machine was popularised toward the middle of last century by l.'^aac Merrltt Singer. But It was long before 1851 that Thimon- nier worked at the construction of a sewing machineâ€" it was in 1826. , Very little Is known of the French tailor; no portrait of hlra exists. HU ' machine was not ossentially different fi'om the machine that U used to-<lay. ' It waa, however, smashed by an angry crowd of tailors, who regarded It as i •omethluK which would "deprive them ', of work and of bread." I Newly Weds. 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