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WWW YOUNG FOLKS. . The Busy fair- "l‘te fair ground was deleted. The tents were all white; The market was flooded, And each little sprito Was mugging in beauty A heart full of gold. The finest of "guinea" Rich as it could hold. The beautiful patrons Were all daisies too Brought there by the buyers In chariots of dew. No buyer contended So delightful the store “'hich nature had woven For her parlor floor. All was quite a success This beautiful fair. _ Some daisies are climbing A rickety stair. To cluster within A feverish handâ€"- Oh the daisies fine work Has a royal demand. Martin. . alley called him “ Snowball." This is why the boys gave him that name : He was a. colored boy and very black. Martin never grew angry when the boys teased him, but always took it in fun. All the boys liked him and some of the smaller ones said : “ Martin is ugly, but he is so good to us. He helps us on his little wooden-wheeled wagon and hauls us when we play.” His father was a cripple and could work but little ; so, Martin had to work at the coal works. He would get up very early in the morning, before it was light, and go to work ; then it was almost evening when he came back home. Day after day he passed the schoolhouse. and how he longed to be inside like the others, where he mi ht learn to read ; but he had no clothes and no books, and he knew he could not get them without money. _ I ' Findley was a very kind boy and pitied Martin, so he went about planning some way for him to come to school. He told Martin that if he could only get a. slate he might learn to write and make numbers at school. . A few days after this, at 3 o’clock, the schoolroom door slowly opened and in came Martin with a big new slate under his arm. There was laughing all over the room when he entered : for he had on his father’s tall but, long coat and great shoes, too. Findley and the teacherwere theonly ones in the room who did not laugh; for they were looking every day for Martin to start to school, and they were glad that he had come. He was ten years old and had never been at school before ; but it was not long until he could fill his slate with numbers and writing. Martin was always kind to the scholars and they helped him in his studies in return. He was so very anxious to learn that often, after school hours, when the boys -were gathered for a game, Martin slipped studs 9. little, and on any box, car, fence, or any“ thing where he might use chalk, he placed examples and counted them up. Do you not think he learned well for a poor boy who could be in school but one hour each day? Baby’s Clock. Nobody links I can tell the time of day, but I can. ' _ The first ho'ur is 5 o’clock in the morning. That’s the time the birds begin to peep. I lie still and hear them sing : "Tweet. tweet. twootl Choc. choc. cheo l" But mamma is fast asleep. Nobody awake in all the world but just me and the birds. Bimeby the sun gets up and it’s 6 o’clock lithe morning. Then momma opens one eye and I can hear her say: “Where’s my baby 1” N’en I keep stillâ€"jus’ as still as a mouse, an' she keeps saying: “Where’s my baby ‘2” N'en all at once I go “Boo!” and she laughs and bugs me, and says I’m a pre-' cious. Mamma’s nice, and I love her ’cept when she washes my face too hard and pulls my hair with the comb. Seven o'clock! That’s when the bell goes jingle, jingle, and we have breakfast. All the eight an’ nine an' ten an’ ’leven hours I play. I run after butterflies and squirrels, and swing, and read my picture book, and some times I cry--jus’ a little bit. Twelve o’clock ! -~.‘ That's a bu’ful hour. The clock strikes a , lot of times, and the big whistle goes, and the bell rings, and papa comes home, and dinner’s ready ! The one and two hours are lost. Mam- ma always carries me off to take a nap. I don’t like naps. 'l‘hev waste time. When we wake up we go walking or riding. And so the three and four and five hours are gone. At 6 o'clock Bossy comes home, and I have - my drink of warm milk. N’en I put on my while gown, and I kiss ' the clock strikesv three. N'en I have on any pink dress, and l “Where did you put the last one you were 2” " Well, I don’t know,” answered Harry. looking perplexed. “ I think on the hall table, or on the sofa in the sitting-room, or prhaps on the bookcase, or in the dining- room, or perhapsâ€" 3’ “ The other day when you came in I as w you throw your hat across the sitting-room, and it flew behind the sofa,” said Bridget. “ It isn’t any suchâ€"I mean you must be mistaken, Brid et. Now that’s my last hat. 'Sornebody has idden them all- I haven’t seen my sailor for a week, nor the peaked cap either. I lost my best bat last Sunday, and my bicycle cap three days ago. I had my straw but yesterday morning, and I haven't seen it since. And that’s the second 010 cap I’ve lost today. It’s just too bad. Somebody hides them on purpose.” “ Suppose you look behind the sofa, Harry,” suggested mamma, “I must go. Papa. won’t wait any longer." “ It isn’t there, I know.” But Harry ran in to see. He pulled out the sofa with a HOUSEHOLD. Bar-13:33; ALICE CIIITTBNDES. A lady remarked to me the other day that the development of original sin in her two~ycar~old boy was something appalling, “and he is such a baby it is impossible to train him yet,” said she. This is where many parents make a fatal mistake. At the first dawning of intelligence in a baby he should begin at least to learn that his baby faults react upon himself. If a baby of eight months cries through sheer naught- inessâ€"be sure first that it is naughtinessâ€" then put him in a room where he can cry it out alone. A poor woman of my. acquaintance, who, in addition to the care of several small children, took in laundry work, had a little boy of a year and a half who caused her great fear and trouble by his persistence in playing around the stove. The poor mother desperate tug and looked behind it “what explained again and again that the stove do you think he found 2 In a heap in the corner lay a straw bat and a sailor hat, a best but with a turned up brim, a striped bicycle cap, two polo caps, and a cloth cap with a peak. Did you ever hpar'of such a. boy lâ€"[Harper’s Young Peo~ p e. Around the World. , was hot and would burn, but without effect. At last in despair she laid his fingers on the .liot lids, and with spartan firmness held them there until quite painfully burned. \Vhen she told me of it, I exclaimed in hor- ror at her cruelty, but she replied that she had, undoubtedly, saved his life, as, since this harsh lesson, he would not go within many feet of the stove. -Children are of such different temperaments and characters The map entitled “ Around the World," that it is absurd to detail set rules for their _ _ _ government. My own baby, when less than crumbs- fic RMIWG)’ COIQPEUY.m“5t 110‘” 19mm“ a year old, learned that the steam heaters to the general Canadian public. It is not, in my apartments were hot, and always; two pounds of brown sugar, one-half pint issued not long since by the Canadian Paci~ however, and cannot become, too familiar. lt shows on a flat surface the. northern hemisphere, which embraces the bulk of ac- cessible civilization. This definition may not be satisfactory to the Australians, but it does not necessarily clash with the idea of an imperial federation. There is here all the more reason why Australia should de- sire a strong “ painter to hold her to the clustered members of the Empire, from which she sits so far apart. But this is a parenthesis. To return to ” Around the \Vorld,” and the statement that it is a. map of accessible civilization, it must, therefore, naturally invite long and interested study. It is a remarkably lucid map. The first fact which strikes the eye in it is the southern Canadian boundary, midway, or nearly so, be tween the equatorial and arctic circles. This boundary is irregularly continued to a complete circumference by the Canadian Pacific ocean routes, describing a circle within a. circle. And again we have em- braced in a smaller space almost the whole of accessible civilization, though we must be pardoned for now omitting those por- tions of the United States which did not originally belong to Britain, and refusing to encumber our remarks with any observa- tions upon the Chicago \Vorld’s Fair. In other words, the circle formed by the Cana- dian Pacific Railway and ocean transporta- tion lines, takes in Canada, the British Isl- ands, Europe Asia and Japan, consti- tuting, as we have said, the bulk of access- iblecivilization,Christian andnon-Christian. The rest of the world in a word is “ not in it.” When Providence intended the North for the home of the hardy and vigorous races of mankind it was wisely ordained that the land on our planet’s surface should be gather- ed for the most part in the northern hemis- phere, and disposed of compactly in what may be called the habitable belt,,..about equally removed from the torrid and frozen zones. This is the belt between the 40th and 60th parallels. It embraces British Col- umbia, the North-west Territories, Mani- toba, Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island and New- foundland, besides the northern states of the Union, and thence across the narrowest part of the Atlantic ocean, the British Isles. France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Austria, Sweden and Norway, portions of Turkey, the fertileiregions of Russia and China. These are the accessible settlements of civil- ization, the communities of the earth that will propagate mankind to the last, that will colonize and trade with the remote and unhealthy or enervating climes of India, gave them a. wide berth in passing. Perhaps the only general rule that will apply is that of honesty. The time~worn adage is never more true than when applied to the training of children. Be perfectly honest with your little ones. If baby cries every time you put on your hat, because he knows you are going to leave him, don’t go in the next room to put it on and slip away for fear of his cries. As surely as you do, he will soon begin to cry if you go out of the room, because he will have learned that going out of it has meant a prolonged absence. There is no tyranny like the ‘ “pink and white tyranny ” of infancy. I' have learned by~experience that most of my troubles in the management of my children have been caused by my fatal weakness of (icing what was easiest at the present mo- ment, \Vhen my first child was young I learned some pretty severe lessons on this point. The whimsical little fancies that come into their baby heads are legion. One baby of my acquaintance would only take a drink from his mother’s hand, which little whim his fond mother humored until one day a baby sister came, and she saw the evil results of her good nature. Master Jack refused food or drink for 36 hours be- cause his mamma could not give it to-him, but, although she be ged to have him brought to her, the rm and judicious auntie who had him in charge, would not ield. y If, by the time baby is a year old he has not learned that you mean what you say, and that his loudest screams will not swerve you from your purpose, you have sown the wind and must be prepared to reap the whirlwind. Next to this, and perhaps be- - side it, comes the lesson of obedience. Only a mother knows how hard it is to make a pretty baby rogue who runs away from his morning bath, shrieking with glee at his own waywardness, come to her at the sound of her voice. His very wilfulness is so pretty that she can hardly keep from clasp- ing him to her and covering him with kisses. But alas 1 if we mothers yield to any such transport-s as these, it is to our own undoing. By gentle means, if possible, if not by stern- j er ones, baby must learn that mamma’s u ord is law. To this end it will be just as well if mamma does not bewildcr his infant mind with many laws. There is another little lesson which baby can learn, as was demonstrated to me at a friend’s house. This is to control his feel- ings, and if he happens to feel cross, to re- strain his desire to wreak vengeance on all his faithful subjects. It often happens. as it did in this instance, that baby wakes from Africa, South America, and the Southern 1 his nap in that, mood which is popularly States of the American Union. For the first time we believe these coun- tries have been With geographical accuracy mapped together and the map deserves to be prominently displayed, particularly in our schools. The advantageous position of supposed to hp caused by getting out of the, wrong side of the bed. In such cases, the mother’s usual mode of procedure is to bush and soothe and to try by various means to divert his mind from his supposed griev- ance, while baby’s usual mode of procedure the Canadian Dominion is beyond every is to grow more and more exacting In other national home conspicuous in this n - . b b is ask db} chart. .It is in the direct way of trade and WI}: fix’no: get imam; olggfig‘ifigflgfi imvel 1“ the “EW “Team l“ Whlch they a. drink. Baby shook his head and yelled are now beginning to flow, thanks to the louder. consummation of this astounding commer- cial route round the world, which is most appropriatelya Canadian enterprise. There is no doubt that travel and trade bring population on their tide, and the day can- not be fundistunt when the Canadian per- i " If you don’t stop crying, ” said papa, “ You shall go in the kitchen. ” a y hesitated a moment, thenthought he would risk it and resumed his crying, upon which papa promptly carried him, high chair and all, to the kitchen. Presently a. very much subdued and mollified baby call- tious of the habitable belt will be well I ed M papa n in heargbmken tones, and upon populated. Too long our plop makers have taken their equatorial line as the centre of their views. Our children have upon these fallacious observations been brought to look for Canada away up somewhere near the north pole. Canadian maps are as vicious in this respect as any others, and especially are we called upon to condemn the maps that have been issued in the past by the everl'bOdY "3°04! “SM”, and my “now I Department of Railways at Ottawa. and the lay me", and get into my bed. Momma says : “Now the sun and the birdies and my little baby are all gone to bed. and to sleep, sleep, sleep." Department of Crown Lands. An Accidental Pop- Ayoung man proposed under very pe So I shut my eyes tight and next you culiar circumstances. He had known the know ‘tie morning 2 An’ nat‘s all the time there is. Harry's Hat-l * Harry Willis had six hats. There was his best hat-4i round cloth hat with a turn~ ed-up brim; a. striped bicycle cap ; two polo caps ; a cloth cap with a peak ; and a straw hat. Yes, he had a sailor hat besides. T but makes seven. But for all that, he was the most listless boy I ever heard of. Every time he went out he had a terrible time» hunting for a hat to wear. Every time he was sent on an errand the first thing he; said was, ” Yes, if somebody will find my hat !” Did you ever hear ofsuch a boy 3 young lady some months, when one even- ing he proposed going to the theatre. She being agreeable, away they w out. Now, the entertainment was to common es With t. laughable farce, entitled, Will You be My . l l l li'i/‘e ? The young man was reading this to the young lady on they were crushing to get in, but she only heard him say “ Will you be my wife? " as she was squeezed closely to him by the crowd. She answered, “ Yes, Harry, dear, but had we not better get out of here? ", I And out they got. He did not fairly comprehend till she said, " Whatever made you propose to me when we were halfsqueezed to death ‘3 " But he rose to the occasion and said, “ It One day everybody was ready to o driv- was the squeeze that did it, my dear. ” ing. Everybody except Harry. e was looking for a hat. Papa called that if Harry didn't come soon he'd go without him. Mam- nm was just getting into the carriage, but she turned back. “ What’s the trouble, laid. " I can‘t find my hat." replied Hart . " Somebody always takes it any and hi on i‘ U . Harry 2" she W What makes life drca! y is w out of motive -â€"{Geoge Eliot. Argument in company is enerally the worst sort of conversation, an in books th s were: reading. No man is born into the world whose work H shaking his head “yes, when asked if he would be good, was brought in, somewhat shame-facedly, smiling. At first I remon- etrated with this stern papa, but he silenced me by saying, “Babies and husbands should be trained to control and suppress their feelings and not make others miserable every time they are a little out of sorts.” 0001 Weather Dishes- FRICASSl-ZED Ciiicnsx.-â€"-Wasli and cut up the chickens; boil them in just enough cold water to cover them and add to it a little salt, or a small slice of salt pork. \Vhen the chicken becomes tender and seems done, have some hot baking-powder biscuits brokâ€" en open and laid on a platter, place the pieces of chicken on these. If there should be more than a pint of broth left from cooking the chicken, boil it down to that quantity. Melt a tablespoonful of but- ter in a saucepan and add to it a heaping tablespoonful of flour, stirring constantly till smooth, and then pour in slowly a cup of milk, and as it boils and thickens add the broth and pour the gravy thus made over the chicken and biscuits. Srsanso Puntâ€"Cut off the head and tail; wash the fish, salt and lay it on a plate in a steamer, and cook till done ; then remove carefully to a platter, after having taken off the skin. Serve with drawn butter made as follows ; Two heaping teaspoons of flour mixed well with a piece of better the size of an egg. Pour on enough boiling water to make it the consistency of cream, and flavor with very little Worcestershire sauce. Dr‘rcu Areal-1 Cairnâ€"One pint flour, one-half teaspoonful salt, one-half teaspoon- ful soda, one teaspoonful cream of letter, is 110$ born With hing ; there is always work . oue~quarter cup butter, one egg, one scant «1 tools to work mthal for those who will. 'cup milk, four sour apples, two tablespoons sugar. Mix the dry ingredients. Add the egg beaten and mixed with the milk. The dough should be soft enou h to read half an inch thick on a shal ow ins-pan. Core, pare and cut the apples into eighths, lay them in parallel rows on the top of the dough, the sharp edge down, and press enough to make the edge penetrate slightly. Sprinkle the sugar over the apple and bake half anhour. Eat while hot, with butter or with lemon sauce This is one of Mrs. Lincoln’s recipes. RYE Pomâ€"Two cupfnls rye flour, one- half cupful wheat flour, one egg, one table. spoonful sugar, one teaspoonful and a half baking powder, sifted three times with the flour, one cupful and a half of milk, or enough to make a rather stiff hatter. Add the milk to the whipped egg and sugar, stir in the flour, and beat hard for a minute be- fore pouring into reased gem pans. Bake in a quick oven, ‘hey will be found whole- some and delicious. SCALLOPED TonAToss.â€"Peel and slice .1 dozen or more tomatOes, chop a very small onion fine, and grate a pint or less of bread crumbs. First put in'a layer of tomatoes, 9. pinch of onion, and little salt and pepper and bits of butter; then strew on bread crumbs, and more tomatoes, seasoning etc., finishing with bread crumbs on the top. If the onion flavor is not liked omit it. Bake in 'a moderate oven three-quarters of an hour or more, according to the size of the dish; or until the tomato is very soft and thoroughly incorporated with the bread SPICED Grassesâ€"Five pounds of grapes, of strong vinegar, three teaspoons of ground cinnamon, two of allspice, and one of cloves. Pulp the grapes; cook the pulp until the seeds separate, then put it through the col- ander. ‘ Put one cup of cold water on the skins and boil till they are tender; then add the pulp and other ingredients, and boil until it looks thick enough. They can be sealed in fruit jars or put in wide~mouth- ed bottles and corked, or in crooks with a paper posted over them, according to the climate. CINNAMON Romsâ€"Take a piece at bread dough as large as a. pint bowl and roll out ' as thin as pie pastry. Smear this well with butter, then sprinkle over generously with sugar, sprinkle over enough water to make a. . wet paste of the sugar, and shake powdered cinnamon over the whole until it is brown. Roll up precisely as for jelly roll, and set it to rise. When it has risen, cut it through with a knife, separating into pieces an inch or so thick. Bake in a moderate oven for thirty minutes. A delicious coffee cake. GOLDEN PUDDING.â€"Onecup of granulated sugar, one egg, three tablespoonfuls of melt- ed butter, two and one half cups of flour, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder. Pour in a low, s uaro tin, and like twenty-five minutes. t should be served warm, with a sauce poured over it made as follows: Stir to a cream one tablespoonful of butter and half a cup of sugar; moisten with a. little cold water two teaspoonfuls of flour, and pour a pint of water over it to scald it and'then stir in the butter and sugar ; beat the white of one egg to a. stiff froth, and stir it in the sauce just before sending to the table ; flavor with lemon. APPLE Outwardâ€"Select medium-sized and rich flavored apples, pure and core them, cutting in quarters or halves. Make a syrup of a half pint of cold water, the same quantity of granulated sugar and the juice, and a. little of grated rind of a fresh lemon. If cinnamon. flavor is liked put in a stick and remove it before the apples‘are pub in. Boil the syrup in a pre- serving kettle a few moments to dissolve the sugar and then put in the apples and cover the kettle closely. Set them where they will not boil, only simmer. If they are inclined to stick to the kettle shake it oc:asionally. When they are transparent remove with a. skimmer to the dish in which they are to be served and boil the juice down till there is just enough to parti- ally cover them, then pour it over and set it away to cool. FRIED Cmcxsxâ€"Thcre are few better dishes than fried chicken, if cooked satis- factorily; but it needs careful watching, be- cause if either under or overdone, it is taste~ less and unpalatable. Cut up the chicken into pieces proper for serving, wipe them dry, and season slightly. Have ready a spider or deep pan, with two tablespoonfuls butter; make it hot ; then lay in the pieces of chicken, not too closely, and cover, so as to retain the steam. Do not cook very 'fast, but let the heat be uniform and steady until it is nicely browned on this side, then turn, and add more pepper and salt, if need- ed, and more butter also. \Vhen done take it up, pour a teacupful of milk or cream into the pan. When it boils, add a little thickening, take it up in a gravy turecn, and serve it with the chicken. It adds ma- terially to the flavor. Mecca. The Holy City- Mecca, sometimes called Om-el-Kora (the mother of towns), lies in a narrow sandy valley runnin north and south, among bar- ren hills ram two hundred to five hundred feet in height, about forty- six miles from the Red Sea. port of Jedda. In Burckhurdt's time the town, including suburbs, occupied the broader part of the little valley, extended up the slopes, was not more than three thousand five hundred paces in length, and had an estimated stationary population of thirty-three thou- sand ; the permanent residents are probably now about forty-five thousand. It is de- scribed by Burckhardt as a handsome town, the streets broader than usual in Oriental cities. The houses are built of grey stone, many of them three stories high, with win- dows opening on the street ; many windows project from the wall, and have elaborately carved and gaudin paint (1 frame-work. The houses are built, as usual in the East, about courts, with terraces protected by parapets, and most of them are constructed for the accommodation of lodgers, so that the pilgrims can have convenient access to their separate apartments. The town, in fact, is greatly modified to minister to the needs of the great influx of strangers in the annual Had]. Ordinary houses have apart« ments for them, the streets are broad to give room for the crowd of ilgrims, and the innovation of outer win ows is to give the visitors a chance to see the procession. The city lies open on all sides ; it has few trees, and no fine buildings except the great mosque. It- is not well supplied with water, and in the height of the pilgrimage this fluid becomes scarce and dear. The wells are brackish, and there are few cisterns for collecting rain-water. It is true that the flow of the holy well Zem. 2cm in the mosque is copious enough to supply the term, but there is a prejudice against using the water for common pur- poses, and besides it is heavy andbsd for lg cation. The best wateris brought in an aqueduct from the vicinity of Arafat. six or seven hours distant, but the conduit is in bad repair and nncleaned, and this supply often gets low. The streets are an. paved, and as the country is subject to heavy rains, altemaiin gwith scorchin heat, they are always eitherexcessivel mu dy or intolerabl ' dusty. The fervent eat of the town is a ways contrasted with the cool- ness of the elevated city of Medina. Mo- hammed said that he who had endured the cold of Medina and the heat of Mecca. merited the reward of paradise. Sudden and copious storms of rain frequently de‘ lo e Mecca ; sometimes the whole town is en merged, houses are swept away and lives lost, and water has stood in the mosque enclosure as high as the black stone in the Kaaba. Although Burckhardt says that he enjoyed his stay there and was very com~ fortablo (the Hadj that year was in Novem- her), his experience is not that of most pilgrimsâ€"{Charles Dudley Warnec, in arper's Magazine. ' TOLD BY AN OPIUM I‘ll-3ND. i Hopes That Seem to be finalised While the Spell orthe Drug Lasts. When I get up in the morning my face is bloated, swollen, and my acquaintances, some of them, say that it is the effect of liquor, but the more observant, those better versed in the world, say that it is morphine, or the fluid extract from the poppy, and. they are right. Do they blame me! Yes, they do. I am called a fool. I am told ' that I am throwing my life away. I am de- moralizing my brain power and my nervous system along with it. I am told that I should let it alone, and to add weight to their ar umeut I am told of all the horrible and frig itful ends of the most frightful mal- ady. Those who tell me about it have not had the experience ; they go by observation. I have had both observation and experience. Is there any reason why I should not know and why I should not appreciate the sad re- sults of an iinbibcr in opiates? All that my well-meaning advisers tell me is true, yet when I retire from my work, a seige vary. ing from fourteen to eighteen hours out of the twenty-four, I get to my dingy little room and find relief only in my little bottle of opium, or in a. morphine tablet. It is very odd, it is unreasonable some will say, that a man with brains enough and perhaps a trifle above the usual capacity would thus resort to deliberately breaking himself down. But this is an old story. Do I take my medicine with anxiety and pleasure mingled? No, it is With a feeling of repulsion, and as I tip my head back draining the very last dregs from the glass a feeling of dejection and remorse fills me. I think of what my dear mother would say if she knew, and I sometimes think, yes, believe, that she is looking down on me, I can see her face full of compassionate sorrow, and that deep, holy lore that onl a mother can feel for a. son. I see at suc times the mistakes I have made during my life, and though there has been nothing in- criminating, I have not been an angel. Tho poison has been taken, and the spree be» tween that time and when it takes effect is not of the most agreeable. The word re- morse is not strong enough. I am too am- bitious perhaps, and luck the one quality or feature which pushes it man to the front. I do not get along fast enough, and my salary is too miserably and insultineg small. As I think these things over with all‘the bitterness there is in them, the opiate takes effect and distracts my attention from what I please to term my misfortune. A kind of numbness creeps over me and seems to take possession of my whole system. The sensa- tion is not pleasant nor is it disagreeable, for I know what is coming. Oblivion creeps over me, and the hell of this world, if it can be termed so lightly, is gone, and I enter a life, an existence, that I have seen in my earlier worldly experi- ence, and am in my own hemis here. In my fancy I live the life would live in reality. No, there is no extravagance, no dissipation in my imaginary life ; all is as comfortable and respectable as the most exacting and proper could wish. My occu u.- tion is such that I have no chance to indu go in social pleasure, for at the time for recep- tions and social calls I am the busiest, and I make no effort to cultivate elevating female society, because I know I cannot follow it up. One reason I couldn’t follow it up, and more, my salary is too small. I could not move in the seciety I would. In my dream life I have my only joy. Whenever I enter that cxistenéo I am, to use the only expression, “ out of sight." I have been seated by fair women at tables laden with the luxuries oflife. I have talk- ed with brilliant men at the banquet table, and though I never take a leading part in any such demonstrations, I enjoy it and follow it in the even tenor of..my way. At other times 1 will be at my home, a little place I have pictured out in a quiet part of the city, enjoying the comforts that are to he found only in that modest little cottage. My home, my mythical home, is not a or- geoue affair, but it is so happy. It is ur- nished in that Huiet, rich taste that only a true, loving an wise wife can show. Quite often, while we sit there, the little one that has been born to us will utter a cry in her sleep, and the over-thoughtful mother will go and bend over the cradle. Soothing words, with looks from her eyes beaming with maternal love quiet the little thing. The care and the responsibility that are placed on us by that little treasure draw us closer together, and our love is infinite. Again I will drift into the channels of my daily occupation, and I struggle on, as I do in actual life, but the results are reversed and I meet with reward and am happy. It may be that at such a time 1 am single, as I really am, and will find myself in the so- ciety of in ideal of womanhood, who in my real life I love never met. All of these most happy events and situations does the opiate bring on, im. pressing themselves most vividly upon the mind. When consciousness returns I awake with a heavy, dull sensation in my brain, and I am can bletodeterminc whether what has im- pressed itself is true or not. Istretch and rub my swollen eyes, and the truth of the sit- uation is upon me. The blood courses hot through my body, feeling as though hot irons were applied to the pulse. Thoughts cannot be collected, the inemoryis inimit- ed, and the daily grind is before me. Slen- tal and physical exhaustion follow, and then the worstupay day. " Is there any relief to be secured 1'" I debate the I uestiou with myself. “ Yes, there is.” ' hcu "Nos" then “ Yes," and my hand reaches agahl for the fruit of the poppy. ,1, «has»...