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He had never been known to give them twice alike, and whoever was fortunate enough to be invited to one of his entertainments had a de- lightful memory of it--something unusual, some wonder "of the table, some setting original and peculiar. His combinations were carefully con- sidered, and many wer€ the stories of then Once it was a delightful dinner in midsummer, where small vessels floated about among minia- ture icebergs over a sea of cobalt blue, a cool, refreshing, and unique centerpiece. At another time the centerpiece was a large circular, shallow' vessel of brightly burnished copper, filled with water, and surrounded with small pots of growing verbenas--pink, crimson, purple, white, and variegated fringing the minia- ture lake like a meadow of flowers. On the surface of the water floated delicate, blown glass balls of various sizes, like bubbles, kept in motion by gold and silver fish swimming about among them; they caught reflections of color from the flowers, and high lights gleamed here and there, thrown from the softly glowing candles above. Now and then a gold or a silver fish would be magnified through a glass ball until it became a golden or silver bubble drifting slowly over the water. Old Russian hammered copper receptacles at thd four corners of the table held towering rose-bushes in full bloom, so that the lovely guest of the evening sat.in a bower of green and roses. To-night every one was wondering what new device, what new treatment of the table, the host | had evolved. The dinner was held in a lofty studio at the top of the house, in early spring. |! Rare low-toned tapestries adorned the side walls. Here and there gleamed brass and copper plaques | of the fifteenth century. Venetian glass glittered | in antique carved . cabinets. There were old) musical instruments, crucifixes, paintings, arms, ind bric-a-brac from every quarter of the globe. | [he night being warm, the great skylight had | been thrown 'open, and above the beautiful studio | there could be seen a velvety patch of sky, | through which the stars twinkled softly, making | a marked contrast to the rich surroundings of | | the interior. The host had provided a table marked by the simplicity of its decoration--a few flowers here and there, bits of old repousse silver of the times f the Georges, dainty glass and china, and that | was all. When the company entered the room there was an exclamation, and all eyes wera] turned toward the chair assigned to the honored guest, for, attached to it by a most delicate silken cord, floated a miniature balloon, swayed by every current of air which passed through the great studio. It was a balloon perfect in all its details, a complete miniature of a real and possible one, not the red ball of the toy-shops. All its ropes and stays were of threads of silk, golden and delicate. apple-green, crossing and recrossing one another. Beneath it, instead of the usual car or basket, hung a circular cage of gossamer-like workmanship. In it was a swinging perch on which sat a little bird that sang with the greatest delight as the balloon rocked to and fro, held in place by its single cord of silk. It was a charming company. There was a wit, a naval officer, a contralto singer, a storyteller-- but why enumerate all of that delightful group? The studio and table looked lovely in the soft glow of candle-light, for neither gas nor electric light had any part in the host's entertainment. Later on, when the merriment was at its height, the voices were almost drowned by the notes of the little songster in his gilded cage. Just as the contralto had risen to sing, the silken cord which held the balloon became loosened in some ac- cidental manner. Hands were eagerly but vainly extended to catch it, and all eyes were turnéd up- ward as the balloon rose rapidly higher and high- er out of reach. The joyous notes of the bird grew fainter and fainter until balloon and song- ster disappeared through, the open skylight, into the patch of velvety sky studded with stars. The merriment was hushed, and it was minutes be- fore any one spoke, and then the bronzed naval officer suggested that they should go to thé roof, and see which way the wind was blowing. They ascended the winding stairs, and the officer held up his handkerchief to catch the breeze. "The wind is due north," he said, "and by morning the little bird will be well on its way toward the Gulf." They returned to the studio, but do what they would, the conversation flagged, and it was im- possible to revive the merriment. Even the con- tralté's beautiful song failed to interest them, and | nothing Seemed to restore the spirits of the guest tach one was thinking of the little bird; seemed t to hear its ecstatic notes as it sailed away out of sight under the stars, and al feeling of sympathy and pity for the little prison- er came over them all. Coffee and cigars were brought, and the ladies disappeared.® The party | broke up at midnight. Carriages were called, and | the host bade his guests good night. He whose | dinners had always been a; success was forced 'to acknowledge that to-night's was a dismal failure, and he sat gloomy and silent, thinking of the little balloon sailing away through the blackness of the night, carrying the imprisoned songster he knew not whither, { cach one | | | The sun is just setting behind a beautiful old | French town on the west bank of the southern! Mississippi. The streets are filled--flooded with | sunlight. The gardens are blooming with oledn- dér-trees, There 1s the humniing of bees, sing- ing of birds, and a fragrance indescribable. The Mississippi stretches away like a great silver ser- | pent between golden meadows and headlands on until it becomes a' mere glint of light | distance. Children are playing in the! and dark-eyed French girls in their pure | white dresses are sitting in the balconies among the flowers. Many of the villagers are wending | their way to the post office for the evening mail, | and 'here in the streets, and there in a doorway is a gossiping group. Suddenly there is an exclamation. The! children stop their play, and point to the. sky. | At the extreme end of the village street is a mere | speck floating and swaying, in the air as it comes nearer and nearer, Head§ are peering out of windows. The villagers have forgotten their mail ! and their gossip. All is hushed. There in the | vellow light something, floats in the sky, coming | steadily nearer. Music is heard--bird-music. Among those watching are a few brothers of sec church, who look wohdatingls at "the rapidly growing speck. On it comes, larger and larger | it grows, and now a miniature balloon is seen | ailing slowly, swaying gracefully to and fro, but | st a steady course down the quiet | pe s filled with awe, as | almost within reach the little | floating over-h n passes on and on in the golden light of ' 'the last sacrament to the dying girl. | ing its last rapturous song. | | BO out | majesty, the dying day, with its tathered | passenger Send- ing for its liquid, almost heavenly song. At the other end of the village street is a group of pople standing about a noble-looking house with a double piazza where flowers are bloom- ing--cactus, crimson roses, and yellow jasmine. The group includes old and young, men, women, and little children, a cripple on crutches, and colored servants; for they are standing about the house of Rose Danian--she who has done sweet deeds of charity throughout the short life which is now slowly ebbing away. All wait in reverent mood ; even the children forget their play: for all love her, and remember some kindness--some un- expected, generous deed,--and the whole town is in mourning. In the room above, which is flooded with soft warm sunlight, stand parents and friends, and the village priest administering Her luxuri- ant auburn hair surrounds her head like the aure_ ole of a saint, Her eyes gaze into the distance with a look of rapture. And now down. the village street, through a cloud of golden dust raised by a passing vehicle, there floats gently, gently, before the house of Rose Danian, the balloon with its half-fam- ished singing prisoner that>has made so long and perilous a journey. Caught by a sudden current of air, it drifts lower and lower until it pauses underncath the upper balcony, trembling with a slight quivering motion before the open window, in the tender, soft light of departing day. The last look of the dying girl rests on the little songster as it pours forth again and again its ecstatic song with delight indescribable, then drops from its perch. What curious coincidence causes the balloon suddenly to collapse, and to sink slowly and softly until it lies on the balcony among the flowers, it, toe, like the little bird, with life extinct? The priest crosses himself. The weeping friends drop on their knees as the last ray of sun- light disappears, gilding here and there a roof, here and there a bit of projecting ornament. The golden light changes to a delicate apple-green; the great river gleams and glows, assuming pris matic hues reflected from the sky above. All is hushed and solemn in the twilight, as the priest says reverently, "A miracle, my children] a miracle!" In the chapel of the church of Saint Mary, just in front of the altar, to the left of the picture of Mary and the Child, hangs suspended from a | curiously wrought brass scroll, or arm, the little balloon. It was the clock-maker of the village, who, with loving care, arranged the ribs of wire which hold it out until it assumes its natural, inflated" form. Underneath is the delicate cage, and, done with the tenderest love of the village taxidermist, there sits the little feathered songster on its swinging perch, its head turned upward, its throat expanded, its mouth open, apparently sing- It is placed there as a token of love to mark the miracle of the dying day of sweet Rose Danian. Children peer between the wrought-iron bars of the great gates, with their noble family es- cutcheon, which protect the chapel. Mothers pause, looking lovingly at the balloon with its life- less songster. The cripple, leaning or! his crutch, gazes long and wonderifigly, with almost super- stitious awe, at this singular token of loving re- niembprance. Many are the stories told of beau< tiful Rose Danian on this, the anniversary day of the miracle, and in the church mas$ has been celebrated for the repose of her soul. But now vespers are being held; great shafts of colored light are thrown through the stained-glass win- dows, penetrating the gloom of the darkest re- cesses, flooding the picture of Mary and the Child, lighting and gilding the little balloon un- til it looks like a floating glory, or halo. There is an odor of burning incense, the grand chant of the brothers, and the solemn swell of the or- gan. Penitents young and old are kneeling in the church, but who, think you, is standing before the altar in the chapel, examining with intense in- terest the little balloon, while the distant voices of the brothers and the last strains from the or- gan die away? On whom, tliink you, does the sweet, pensive smile of Mary rest, and to whom does the Infant Saviour hold out his little hands? It is the host, whose imagination has been kindled, whose heart has been touched, by the curious story of the miracle which he has heard to-day for 'the first time. He Jias found his long-lost device. As he passes out of the church and down the village street, again the great river gleams and glows, the sunset sky flames and burns with crimson light. And as he leaves the little town behind him, now almost lost in the purple mist of twilight, he murmurs to himself, "How strange a transformation--a thought of beauty has become a miracle of God!" They Are Queens Indeed. Youth's Companion. Queens have gone far with advancing hu- manity since the day when one of them sug- gested as the remedy for the hunger of her | subjects who had no bread, "Give them cake." The queen sits no longer idly on her throne, wearing her jewels and demanding exemption even from knowledge of the pain of the world. Queen Alexandra is one of the busiest wo- men in England. She has been handicapped for years by an increasing deafness, but she goes wherever her presence may do good to a good cause. She conceals the signs of weari- ness and boredom which must often be over- powering to one who hears so little as she. | Her private charities are legion, and her inter- est in every effort to alleviate unfeigned. The Queen of Roumania is famous for her kindness. Her special study for thirty years | has been the needs of the blind, but Roumania has not yet followed her lead and adopted her ideas. A friend of the queen recently said in New York: "When Carmen Sylva told me to and help the blind, 1 answered, 'Your how can 1? I am not a rich woman.' 'Money! Why do you speak as if money were all? Give yourself!'"" The Queen of Italy in these last days has had a matchless opportunity to endear her- self to her 'people by her devotion to the wretched sufferers by the earthquake. No nurse or doctor or priest has surpassed her in service. She has ignored weariness and dan- suffering is i ger, and faced horrors unflinchingly. She has worked until she could not stand, and then has gone to sit by the hospital beds to com- fort and amuse the injured children. She has | been all woman and all queen, 'and her tears and her deeds have won her the I sve of the | whole world. A curious instance of man's conception of woman's needs appeared in the first building of Vassar College, planned by Matthew Vas- sar. Each rooms was provided with two hooks for clothing and 3 bootjack. Som# of the bootjacks are still preserved as choice relics. In Ce urope the potato was introduced into E by the Spamiards, who found it. in Chile, and by the English, who had seen it cultivated "by the Indians in North America HOW TO | SAVE THE BABES. What Organized Effort § Shows Can' be Done : to Prevent Infant Mortality. Delineator. Cities have a right to see to it that infant fife is preserved. But no city, however ample and autocratic the powers granted to its board of health, can enforce its right to the lives of in- fants without the hearty aid of all its women, mothers and non-mothers alike. How shall wo- men give that aid? First, they must know the facts. They must make it their particular busi ness to learn why the infant death-rate falls so slowly, and why so large a percentage of school children are physically handicapped. At the call of the Commissioner of Health early last summer representatives of over fifty educational and charitable agencies, hospitals, dispensiries, milk and ice depots, and the press met in New York and organized a conference on Summer Care of Babies. Experts were drawn together and brought face to' face with the fact that a large number of babies would surely die during the summer unless prompt, vigorous and organized effort prevented. All members of the conference-~doctors, social workers and mothers --began discussing what mothers ought to know in order to save their babies, and the conclusions reached were summed up on a beautifully colored card, five hundred thousand of which were dis- tributed. Over a hundred nurses, trained in hospital and social 'work, were sent out to visit the mother of every new-born baby and give her private les- sons on "How to Keep Her Baby Well" The city was districted and the Health Department supplied nurses. Doctors were sent to sick ba- bies, and twelve medical inspectors were em- ployed to go at a moment's notice to every case reported. Summer schools for mothers were held on the recreation piers, in the parks, at the vacation schools, and at the infants' milk stations. In these sehools mothers consulted with doctors, lectures were given, and nurses showed by actual demonstration how to bathe, dress and feed the baby. Here a spirit of emulation grew up. Each mother became eager to have her baby the most beautifuls The march to health followed. The, Bishop of Guildford. The Bishop of Guildford, Dr. Sumuer, suf- fragan in Winchester diocese, recently. celebra« ted his diamond wedding. He has now done the generous act of resigning the territorial title he has long held in favor of the prelate appointed to succeed the Bishop of Dorking, who has gone to Japan in splendid mission spirit. British Charities in Paris. Mrs. Ada Leigh Lewis, wife of the late Archbishop of Ontario, while a resident of Canada, worked zealously here for the Ada Leigh Homes of Paris, and the people must still feel ah interest in them. They have now as distinguished patréns the Duchess of Aber- corn, the Duchess of Montrose, the Dowager Countess of Lytton, the Bishop of London. and the Marquess and Marchioness of London. Recently a sale and a concert were each given on a large scale in L.ondon, under'distinguished patronage, for the benefit of the homes. In 1873 the first friendless child was re- ceived at 77, Avenue de Wagram, by Miss Leigh. After 89 children had been befriended, the late Mons. Galignani presented his hos- pital, situate at 35, Boulevard Bineau, to the Association, as a home for these children, and for seventeen years gave an annual subscrip- tion of $1,500. Now the home is entirely dependent upon voluntary subscriptions. ..Of 473 maintained, clothed and educated, about one half have been the offspring of the inter- marriage of British women with foréigners. Few can realize the painful condition of this class of child life in Paris. The tiny "chambre au seiziéme ou septieme" of some handsome building in a crowded quarter of Paris is their usual surrounding; the death or desertion, of one or other parent leaves them helpless; more than once the adverse outlook has been oppressive, has so clouded and crushed the surviving parent, that the lifeless body of a suicide has becn found amid the prattle of children who knew not the meaning of Death! The adoption of such children spells salvation. A Sale of White Men. It was gravely announced that on Lincoln's anniversary, there would be sold three hunfred able-bodied white-mien in one of the churdches of Brooklyh, N.Y. The story behind the an- nouncement is interesting. An. expert machin- ist' was out of work, out of means and out of patience. It occurred to a Brooklynite, named O'Loughlin that a good way to attract at- tention to the man would be to offer him for sale. "As a result he soon had a good job. The method was adopted for the help of others, and employment has been found for several, of the unemployed. The auction above referred to is the outcome of the first experi- ment. The incident may suggest curious reflec tions, and not very comforting. Is it proper that, even for the sale of bread, people should learn to play with slavery? So far it is only a play, of course but it recalls re- pulsive history for in various lands, at various stages of the world's history, the ranks of slavery have been recruited by men who sold themselves voluntarily because they preferred slavery to starvation. The extent of the white- slave trade among women, even in Chistian countries, would probably appal us if our superior sense of modesty and propriety would permit us to contemplate the facts. some Pews for an Ottawa church were made in a penitentiary. * The spirit of penitence should exude from every joint in this furniture. © onl rawiond, Canadian mi British East Africa, writes: 'There is nothing like a. Medical Mission for showing poor de- graded savages that you love them and want to be their friend. They themselvks would shrink from touching the "loathspfne sores brought to the doctor every , find when a relative or friend is supposed to be\dying they drag the poor creature out into the bush, where the hyenas are waiting for their prey! Whenever the medical ry hears of such a case a stretcher is dispatched, that the poor sufferer may be brought to the hospital and carefully tended: On a fine morning sick people from évery direction throng around the station, and as they listefi to the Sweet story of Jesus and His love one wonders how much they carry away to lighten the darkness of their heathen homes! over the work of the dressing and pe daging of sores or ulcers and giving advice a medicines to the out-patients begins in earnest and extends over several hours. "Two bright Kikuyu youths are assistiag the doctor and are seeking to tread in the steps of the Great Physician. These "aark places" of the, earth are full of cruelty, Not unfrequently same one comes to the hospital who has been badly cut or gashed with a sword or knife, or someone is brought who has been almost beaten to death, or who has drunk a deadly draught intended to put the poor victim out of the way, that the poisoner might seize kis goats and cattle. Our hearts are often wrung with these cases. Thank God, a few have been snatched from the very jaws of death! Some months ago a young man was brought here who had lain eight or ten days unconscious from the effects of bad poisoning. To protect him from the second dose of poison we had.him placed in a tent in our own garden and tended him our- selves. By God's blessing tire means em- ployed were effectual though! recovery was slow, and it was many days before the patient could speak or move, Even then his reason seemed affected for a time.' Blut after nearly two months of care he was ablé to walk home to his village edred. The medikal mission be- comes a sort of "City of Refuge" for those who, through some physical infirmity, are practically outcasts. The change of the ap- pearance of some of these poor creatures after they had been with us a few months is most striking, and they become quite rooted to the place. Here'is a boy, named Gatwiku, whose leg was bitten off by a hyena some time ago. Another is Macharia, whose arm has been amputated at the shoulder and who was a de- plorable object when he first came. This dear boy has become an earnest Christian and a faithful ally. Gatwiku also' has become a bright enquirer, A young woman named Yambura, was driven away by her husband because her children died and because she was crippled with ulcerated feet; coming here for treatment she has settled' down with us, and wants to be a Christian. The Cross Roads. Louise Imogene Guiney. Out from the prison at twilight, With the stealthy, terrible swiftness, Darted one of the branded, life beating in every vein, Freedom stirring his pulses Gladness and fear and longing unwonted pain. Out from the dark, damp cell; The shackles, the sorrowful silence, Out from the ring of faces and the jarring of stern commands Forth to the scent of the meadows, The glisten of garrulous brooklets, And the dim, kindly evening he blessed with his weary hands. On, like the sweep of a scimitar, Dashed he, cutting the darkness, Or as the storm blows on, none knowing its way or its will; Cumbered with horrible fears, Leaped he the precious ledges, Reaching the village that lay in the valley, untroubled and still. Midway of his sickening haste, Sudden he faltered and swooned, Seeing three stand by a window, as the breeze loitering blew, A woman, sad-featured and patient, Two golden heads on her shoulder, Dear eyes, he made shine once--dear childish hair that he knew! Not yet, for surely the bloodhounds Would track him thither to-morrow; Not yet! tho' soon that door should open, as long ago; Dashing the tear from his cheeks, The bronze, rough checks that it hallowed, He rushed on. Had they seen it, the poor, wan face? Did they know? Here meet the roads; see eastways, The long, clear track to the forest These are chestnuts shaded, the path to the inland town; Behind, a glimpse of the village. Front--four sharp cliffs to the ocean; Quickly, whichd shall he choose? Hark, captors are hunting him down. Shuffle the hurrying feet, Breathing nearer and nearer, No choice for a man who 'is doomed, unless; straight to the merciful sea. Up to the toilsome cliffs! Better death than new anguish! A cry, a plunge * * Shire, stars, on the ripples that ring ta sea. Soft in the ominous shadow tle branches stir by the meadow, Fair in the lonely distance the dying house- hold glow; Deep in the dust of the street, Just where the four roads t Two trembling forms where he Soda mo- ment so; ' And a wistful child's voice said, Touched with great trouble and dread "Oh, little sister, which way did father go?" . the A Half Truth. \ Bobcaygeon Independent. : The Bishop of Moosonee has been telling in England about the 4,000 Christian Indians in his charge, and | how good they are. The only instances uf Their breaking the Lord's Day he hen white travelers compel them. to. work. The Bishop might have added that 'they also rarely break the week-day Hthat Ning, if they can help it. : a a ---------- & elfen eT Ya that Fate hands him and starts a lemonade | stand with them, Alimony might be better called 2 pension, It is paid after the ma L warfare is over, When the service is| Surging through brain and body with precious, um | These Wonderful Fruit Juice Tablets Are Winning Friends on Every Side, Lancaster, Ont, ---r 16, 1908. I was a martyr for many ycags to that distressing complaint, = chronic Constipation, 1-tried many kinds of pills and medicines without benefit and consulted physicians, but nothing did me any real good. Them 1 began to take "Fruitia-tives" and these won- derful little fruit tablets entirely oured me. At first, I took five tablets a day, but now I take only one tablet every two days. Iam now entirely well, and thanks to "Fruit-a-tives"™ I give you permission to publish this testimonial. 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