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3: '2! i f? i; s, l‘ l a" Villains Ullllll. “Bern. Gyp l" Fetch it!" So saying, a will ghl with a merry taco, who was crossing the cricket-field. flung a solid india rubber ball along the umooth-shaven turf, and her com- panioa. a frisky fox-terrier, bounded sfber it with evident delight. Bringing it proudly back. he was met half way by a. fine. athleticâ€"locking young man. who by his flannel: and the but be swung carelessly at his side. was eviâ€" dently leaving the practising nets for the night. " Down Gypl" he cried, but Gyp was not to he commanded by any but his mistrem, and though recognizing a friend. made for passing him by, The cricketer. determined to make the dog obey, dropped his bat. and'cried. stern- ly. " Down. sir i" but the dog seeing the beginnings of fun. dodged about hither and thither with canine nimbleness. Many a time the young fallow seemed within an ace of accomplishing his pur- pose. but only because the dog saw fit to cajole him, for, at the last moment. he eluded him with all the ease in the world. A merry laugh from the approaching girl drew the cricketer's attention to her. “lt’s the first time Iever failed to field a ball, Ethel," he said, Joining in her laughter. " Down Gyp l" commanded the girl, with raised forefinger. and instantly the ball was dropped upon the turf. “Gyp and I are alike in one thing. at least." said the ydung man, with a smile and outstretched hand. " \Ve both know our mistress." "No nonsense, sir l” said the girl, meeting his advance with equal frank- ness. “I can get lots of young pup- pies to fetch and calrry for me. If you were at- my beck and call I wouldn't like you a bit." “Then you do like me a little bit, Ethel 1" "Bart! What a question to ask at this time 0‘ day." - " Aye!" said the yolung man, grow- ing suddenly serious; " but sometimes I can hardly believe it possible. and I need to be told again to reassure me." "Bert," said the girl, laying her lit- tle gloved hand on his white sleeve as they moved towards the gateâ€"for now the sun was long past its settingâ€" “ Bert, you may be a professional crick- eter. but you're evidently an amateur lover, or you would not need telling so often that 1 am yours if you can only get the pater to say ‘yes.’ ’.' "Aye. there's the rub." said Bert, pressing the little hand as it lay upon his arm, and looking lovingly into the upturned eyes. " The governor's not ex- actly antagonistic, but he’s far from enthusiastic. He would rather I had been content to be his chief clerk and pot cricketer, without aspiring to the position of son-inâ€"law." " It's your cricketing ability he ad- ,mires you for chiefly, but, because you are a. professional. and he pays you, he doesn‘t like the idea of giving you his only little motherless girl, although he knows you come of every whit as good a. stock as Iâ€"if not betterâ€"only your people were wellâ€"to-do in the past, and we in. the present. And that makes all the difference. And then you know, Bert ”â€"with ashy glanceâ€""he thinks I might do better." " And he's right. my darling." “ That's a matter of opinion." 0 O O I "I love her Mr. Harewood, andâ€"she saysâ€"she loves me." " Ah. you've taken time by the fore- lock, and having the daughter's con- sent. you ask me as asort of sacrifice to the conventions. Eh. l’cmborton l" “ No. 511‘. believe me l'd no such thought. but these things. as you must know. have a habit of shaping their own :ourse." " Um l" mused Barewood, absent- ly, his mind. doubtless reverting to the sweet tune in his own life when “these things " had run the same course; "l've not sword to say against you. and Il admit you are her equal in everything 1min worldly position. and that's a big u .i '0 MI‘. IliLrewood was a man who had prospered exceedingly. From small be- ginnings he had ocoms the largest manufacturer and employer of labor in the small town of Unsworth. He made .i hobby of cricket. Lie played but lit- ‘lu himself now. but was the patron and dunnslay of the Unsworth C. C.-â€"-in l.l\‘L. it was generally known as 'Hare- wood's Team "-â€"and his fostering cure had made it. the very nursery of coun- xy professionals. None but cricketers need apply fairs. post in the works, and .i gxiod vrickeung reputation covered a multitude, of minor shortcomings. Bert » l‘euiberton had been With him scarcely ~ in) years. but it had been plenty long .‘nough to establish bun in the affec- ious of the Uns“ orth people as the best. ; Iit. and handsouies: fellow in the team, v ~nd. also. in the heart of Ethel Bare-- wood as the only man in the world mr her. She was one of those girls whom no :mount of Maui elevation can 8 oil; ind. to her. to love amen with 31 her nun. and to be beloved in return. was .nuivaleul. to a sacred duty being laid u'mn her to_ marry that manor no one, whatever his worldly position might be. “uh this assurance of his sweet- heart's i‘orlsiuncy ringing in his ears. Bert had sought Mr. Barowood to get the required consent. but he could not i wail upon that gentleman to in Sin...“ he had the 51' hi. satisfacgion not receiving ablsn refusal. 'Dhe'lOfl week after the conversation. a scrap of which is recorded above. Ethel went for s " month or two " to visit her cousins in the west of England. Bert thought hr knew why. thel had been «my me weeks lwhen Mir. Haremood called Bert into his private room. and. shaklng him warmlv by the hand, cried: “ l’ve great news for you. Punberton. The coun- ty committee have hadan eye on your recent form and have written re- questing me to let you off. to accom- pany the team on its southern tour." Bert's face flushed with plutsure. for, next to marrying Ethel Harewood. to play for his county was his dearest am- bition. "Of course Ishall let you go." continued Mr. Harewood, with grow- ing enthusiasm, " and by George! if you do well, Pemberton, I shall be proud of you. Upon my word you shall have your chance l"â€"t'neu. very solemnly.â€" " l’emberton. my boy, you are not half a. bad sort. and I like you. andâ€"if you make a “century ' for your county dur- ln the tourâ€"you shall have her.” rt Pemberton did not flush now. He paled rather. for he knew the mag- nitude of the task, and he knew. too. that Harewood was not only aman of his word, but very apt to set as much store on the converse of his promises as uponthe promise themselves. were his conditions not fulfilled, and Bert felt front as he realized how much deâ€" pended upon the three matches with the southern counties. He did not fail to write to Ethel in the west country, and tell her the great news, and he received a reply so full of cheery confidence in his ability to fulfill the condition. that. if anything, he felt a trifle more nervous still. for he knew better than she could. the great nnlikelihood of a “colt " doing. in his first few matches, what scores of seasoned players seldom or never do throughout their career. The first match was in London, and Bert made a capital impression. The newspapers were full of his praises. They prophesied abrilliant future for him. and said that he had the making of a great cricketer. Everything seem- ed in his favor. He used his great height and magnificent reach to perfection,and his forward play was atreat to wit.- ness. the leg hitting revived a lost art, and his driving was worthy of aStod- dart or O‘Brien. All these things they said, and much more. But he didn't make a century. No one expected him to. W hen both his Scores were added to- gether they totalled. 101; but that was not afcentury,” alasl and, though gratified with his success, and the ad- miration it elicited. he traveled with lllS comrades down to the seasideâ€" whare the next match was to be played -â€"wlth anything but; alight heart. Worse was in store. The home team won the toss, and went on to but on a good Wicket. The ground. famous for long Scores, did not belie its reputation. for they stayed in all day and part of the next. Then came the visitors' turn, and Bert was sent in third wicket down. The lob-bowler puzzled him alot. The variety was not known at. Unsworth. lie poked, and patted, and, finally play- ing back. hit hiswicket, and retired for a "duck." The rest of the team with one or two exceptions, fared little bet~ fer, and the had to "follow-on." When Ber. went in a. second time there were still three hours before stumps were drawn for the night, and when the clock in the pavilion tower pointed to 6.30, and the umpire called time." he had compiled eighty~three and was well set. it was hard, but there was no help for it, even had the umpire known he was playing for a bride. The nextdayfdismally, drearily, un- ceasmglyâ€"it rained. The players hung about the pav1llon hopingâ€"one. indeed, prayingâ€"'for a. cessation of the down- tall, but ln vain. At 5 o'clock the match was abandoned. and Bart's spirits were as‘damp as the turf. ‘ Westward Hol" was the cry. The morning broke fair and serene, as if to our hero with the contrast, but, like many another fair beginning. it proved deceptive. 'llhe first day's crick- et. on the charming West-country ground, was broken by showers succeed- ed by brilliant sunshine. Bert. unfortu- nately went on to but when the sun had had an hour’s spell of shining,and the drying Wicket was difficult in the extreme. He had to adopt a barn-door policy. not conducive to rapidâ€"scoring and consequent centuries. He was one of few who managed to keep their end up for any length of time and had put a careful twenty-seven to his name when he was snapped at the wicket. The second day was fine and warm, and the Wicket greatly improved, but, unfortunately for Bert, the home side had the greater share of it. and were yet undismzssed when stumps were drawn. "l‘o-morrow l To-morrowâ€"or never 1" What a thought to go to bed with! Neither was Bert the only person in the world who Went to bed with that thought. "Cousin Bob," said Ethel Hzlrcwood next. day, “why don’t you take me and ({yp down to-the match at Somerton? llou know how 1 dote on cricket." , "Want to see your north country fel- glows got u licking ?" said Bob. smiling. - “p0 you think the match likely to be lflnlshed l" l _"llardly think so. They lost time the [first day. By the way. that new man lig’epl'berum has made a. promising de- u . "Do you think sol Well. shall we gal" "\V by, certainlyâ€"ask and have." ' Could Bob have foreseen that the visit to Somerton would cost his beloved acounty the mutt-h. and remove Ethel lforever from his hopes. he would not {have been 60 merry. ' When the couple arrived on the .ground the pLLyers were at luncheon. ’and the visitors' first pair were "not .out." Ethel thought they would never 'reappear. but at length they came leis- urely forth and did so wall that it was 4:30 before Bert could begin his colos- sal task of making a hundred in two hours. For ten minutes he blocked every- thing with provoking patience. then. gradually letting out, he drove and out, and placed such a. tone. that fifty .stood to his credit when the cloak said 36:55, leaving thirty-five minutes for the men fifty. A change of bowlers was . tried. and the new one proved a teaser. ‘Bemberton was more than once in dif- ,ficultlee. and once the wicket-keeper‘s :"Ilow'e that!" made Ethel's heart stop until a gruff "Not out" set it going : it was no use. There were but ten minutes left. and. .Bert's score was levâ€" antyd‘lrree. e ‘ at the word .‘_‘over" loomed interminable to the anx- ious I who sat in front of the pavil- tzh Gyp‘et her feet. "Cracki" The ball came 3 iding from Bart's bat to- ‘wards the corner on her left. She bent over the dag. and whispered fiercely: “Fetch. it. ypl" Away “out the dog learns the nnele and easily outstrip- ping the. (L. .iers. imtrhed the bell up and leisurely made for his mistress. He was intercepted by the men. and then the fun «unmanned. _ Gyp stood looking at them agaan'and again. as though be fully entered. into the humor of the situation. but easily succeeded in dodging them whenever an attempt was made to capture the ball. The spectators were in great 001an- tion. All manner of cries were bandied wand froâ€"“Fielded. six-l" “Shoot him!" and the like. Meanwhileâ€"for the ball could be plainly seen. and therefore was not “lost"â€"Biert and his partner were running for all they were worth. the latter to win the. match and the former to win a. bride. . _ "(kill Gyp back, Ethel!" cried Cousm Bob. excitedly. _ "Do you think I‘m gomg to makean exhibition of myself, sir? Call himback yourself," said Ethel, calmly. Where- upon Bob cried. "Gypl Gypl Come here Sir!" until he was hoarse; while Ethel was quietly} unosbentattously counting ever run as if it were a. jewel. “ inety-eight. ninety-nine, hundred! â€"â€"Gypl Gypl Down. 511‘." Her vouce rang above the babel of confused soundsâ€"careless now of the fact that she was making an exhibition of her- selfâ€"and the dog bounded to her. and dropped the ball at her feet. _ The match was over and won. Cousin Bob hurried Ethel off much against her inclination. but not .against her judgmentâ€"to catch their train home. Bertâ€"deadâ€"tired. but happyâ€"believed he had won his bride by a special inter- position of Providence. and Mr. Hare- wood wasevidently under the same tn- nocent delusion. for. that night, Bert received the following somewhat ambl- guous wire: “Lucky dogl She is yours anywayâ€"Harewood." and this telegram mounted and framed with her own falr fingers, hangs toâ€"day in Mrs. Bert Pemberton's pretty drawing-room. â€"-â€"-â€"â€"â€".â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"‘ T0 CAPTURE THE MARKET. .â€" Cnnadlnn Cheese. and Butter In England - A Most Promising Trade In Prospect. A. recent issue of the Liverpool Daily Post has this editorial: A glance at the figures relative to the importaâ€" tion of Canadian cheese during the last few years is unmistakeably sugâ€" gestive of a great future for the trade in: dead meat. which is now in its in- itial stage, for obviously the country which is so favorable to dairy cattle as to enable a large trade to be built ulp in cheese must likewise be conduâ€" cilve to the profitablel conversion of the bovine species into beef. : Canada has been fortunate in a sucâ€" cession of enterprising Ministries, whlo. whatever their differences of opinion on Ice haultes politiques. have shown unbroken continuity of View in. their recognition of the fact that the 6011 is the chief resource of the country. and that no earnestness of effort must be spared in its deeelorpment. Cana- diu'n Ministries have in their turn: been fortunate in this administrative skill and courage they have found at their disposal towards this end. ITS ULTIM’ATE POSSIBILITY. In 1889 theexport of Canadian cheese to this corulntry was 88,543,887 pounds, by 1894 ill; had. increased nearly 50 per cent... and in 1895' was about $1,500,000 greater than in 1894. To come to plain figures, the value of what was cons signed to Great Britain in 1889 was only $174,027, while in 1895 it had risen to $536,797, mud. in 1896 showed a still further advance of over $100,000. It will be recognized that relatively. to the vast extent and pastoral re~ woes of Canada. t'hlis ls very small. But the trade has been of such a. steadily expanding character that unâ€" der the s'slem» 00’. cold storage trans- port Whfic has just imml.lnlthted for dairy produpo in conjunction With. beef mud other foods, there is really no dlS_â€" cern'ible limit to its ultimate possi- bilities. , . It. was recently declared by a cana- dinn gentleman atameetlng in Liver- pool thnt his coulntry manufactured. the best cheese in the world. lhe Legis- latuire. as almost everybody is aware, provides a safeguard against those nefarious sophisticatlons whiz-h result in the empyremnatic compound known as “filled ciwese." Not‘ only 15 its manufacture a punishable offence . in Canada, but. the most far-reaching DI'E'A'lUidl’JnB are taken to prevent its beiln: smuggled across the larder from the linited States. At; the present mo- ment. :15 1:11P. combilned resuhtof freeâ€" dom from admixture of foreign fats and exi‘elle‘nce of manufacture. ll. is stated thnt. almost the entire output of the Dominion obtains the topmost prices in live British market as the "Best Canadian." TO CAPTURE THE MARKET. It is the fact. unfortunately perhaps, that there is no country in the world so largely dependent on'foreign {pod supplies as Great Britain. Canadian cheese has already established itself firmly in British markets. and in View of the fact that out of 340,250,064 pounds of butter imported from abroad last. ear, Canada contrubutedlonly 9,- 895.9 4 pounds. 'hler detcnnmatlon to “Capture the market" \vill find readK symxmlhizers. Iliar people are our kit and kin. they have already shown their good will in practical. shape I)? extend- in to our goods exceptional y favor- abe terms. and since we must. sustain ourselves largely upon the produce of other lands. there i1 every reason why Canada should have our. custom rather than countries which hear us no over- weening affection. especmlly when she is determined to conquer by Virtue of a. superior article and. by that alone. A CANDID YOUNG MAN. I wouldn't marry you if you had three times the wealth at my father, she said. - ~ - I presume you know. he replied with dignity. that if I had that much money there would be no necessity for me to marry. UP-TO-DATE STATEMENT. So be Ins burned the bridges behind him has he!‘ “'0”. practically. He has sprinkled tack! along the road. e 'XgUNG FOLKS. WHAT A BOY CAN DO. A boy cgmmake themldmore pure. 3.}; kindly “0rd and deed; As lossoms call for nature's light. So hearts love's sunshine need. A boy can make the world more purfi. - 3m lips kept ever clean; Silence can influence shed as sure As speechâ€"oft more doth mean. A: boy can make the world more true. By an exalted. aim; Let one a given and pursue. Others wall seek the same. Full simple things, indeed, these three. Thus stated in my rhyme; . Yet: what. dean lad, could greater beâ€" What grander. more sublime? A. \VREN STORY. One day Farmer Bowen took down his saw and hammer and said to Moth- er Bowon: . “\Ve’ve got to have aletter box out at the gate sol that when Jimmy Mitchell comes along with! the mail he'll haves. place to put it." v - So Farmer Bowen found an old starch box and nailed it firmly to a. post which stood not far from the front gate, and onlyastep from the main road to Hil~ lodale. In one side of the box he cum 3. hole large enough to receive agcod bigl handle: of papers and letters. For it was a. new country, and. some times Jimmy, the postman, came only once or twice a. week and there might be a» good deal of mail at one time. “Now the letters won‘t get wet it it happens tel rain before we bring 'em in." he said: to Mother Bowen. ~ But that very night after Jimmy went by, Dick Bowen ran down for the maid and fouled the letters lying on: the groulnd,‘just as if some one had thrown them out of the box. The next day Mother Bowen put a letter in the box for Jimmy to take up When he came back that way. but in the afternoon Dlilclk found. it lying) in the grass some. distance from the ox. After that the lowers were thrown out of the box regularly. Jimmy said he couldn't explain it and Dick was sure that he: couldm't. "P'r‘aps irt's imps," said little Sue, who lilked fairy stories. “I'll wabdh.’ and see," said Dick, "1'; cam find unit." The next timealetter was placed in the box Dlildk was hidden away behind the big evergreen. He watched and wabdhed, butt. no onecame along. Then. suddenly he saw the letter flutter to the groulnd, as ilfi thrown by unseen hands. Upl he started almdran toward the box. Two Little brown wrens went fluttering away, cheepng imafrightened voice. .Dlilcik pult the letter back and hid a. second tilme. In a. few minultes the wrons came bacflrf and threw the letter cult algailn. “I've foulnd. ’eiml shouted Dick. . Amd Farmer Blowem. Mother Bowen and all the others ran down from the house: to see what the matte was. “Poor llfrs. \Vreln," sat Mothen Bowen, who had a tender heart; "she thought we pub 11 the house for her, and she didn’t wan letters in it." After I‘ve found ’em l" that a stone was placed on the letters 3 to hold them." down. and the two wrens couldn't tumble them out any more. \VEDDH‘IG OLTEN S. Few girls are daulntless enough to risk being married on a Friday. and al- so in the month of May, which is con- sidered a. very unlucky time, while June, September, October and Decem- ber are deemed the luckiest months of the year, but June is the greatest of all. ' ‘ : Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are considered the best days to be. married on, if assurance of happiness is de- sired. Monday for wealthl, Tuesday for health, Wednesday the best day of all! Thursda for crosses, Friday or losses. Saturday no luck at all. , All bridesl-elect rejoice when tne marriage day dawns brightly rememb- ering the old adage, “Blest is the bride upon whom the sun doth shine." And all are equally certain that: To change the name and not. the let- ter Is a charige fer the worse, and not the better.. The postponement of a. wedding is regarded with such horror that many will be wedded an a sick bed or in a house of mourning rather than change the date. .It is an overbold woman, indeed. who will let her vanity so for get the bet- ter of her as to don her :ridal robes in their entirety before the hour set for the ceremony, as such an act preâ€" sages death and dire misfortune. White is the color usually chosen for bridal robes signifying purity and in- nocence: but others may be chosen wisely. as the following rhyme as- Berta: Married in white You have chosen all right. Married in gray. You will go far away. Married in black, You will wish yourself back. Married in red. You'd better be death Married in roan, Ashamod to seen. Married in blue, You'll always be true. farmed in pearl. . - ou'll live Whirl. \. lifarriedin e low. Ashamed o the fellow. Married in brown. You'll live out of town. Married in pl Your spirits wil sink. To try on a wedding ring before the complaint. in ceremony is unpropitim-l. Should the shaking hand 0 the groom drop this Sfi'nlim:‘0( .cve in .‘he not of puttln it on the inde's fnger, 'he ceremony ind better be stop ed at once. 'I‘o inn.- it is prophetic o evil. and It. rempve It ?ftir it is placed on Line finger l3 un- uc y. The throwing of rice and old eup- pem is descended from antiquity. rice meaning fertility and plenty. while the oldshoe is supposed to invoke the favor of the fickle goddess of fortune. No bride or groom must turn back after starting. and the bride must be sure when she leaves home to place in her pocket a silver com. so that in fit- ture years she may not come to “out. THEE PROPER GIRL T0 HARRY. She sings at her wank. she laughs at her misfortunes. she snaps her fingers at GHQ. she knows not the meaning of worry. says a writer. flow is it that one girl is sad and moody and taciturn. while another is bright and gay and voluble? 13 it s. qumtiorn of temper- ament, or is it a. question of trainingi Most likely of both. I suppose we in- herit a certain disposition to be gay and glad or dull and sad, and this tend- ency, born with us, can be modified eithâ€" er way to a. certain. extent. if we give way to gloom. it is bound to grow upon us until it. becomes part of our nature. If, however we strive to shake off our dull moods and succeed a lit- tle. it is possible to develop a really bright nature. The happy girl is a pleasure to herself and all around her. Her gayety is to some extent contag- ious. and often dull people in her no inity wonder why they have been sc bright of late. A bright girl 13 be home what sunshine to to a garden. Her genial presence mile for all the sweet blossoms of humour hope. The happy girl cures the stalk at heart. heals the wounded in the battle 0! life, and scatters blessings all around She isxbetter than a doctor, more t: be desired than a skilful physxclan. 'a greater wonder worker in the domes: of the heart than all the Wizards that ever breathed. [Be on therefore. hap py, or at least, as ppy as you: can. A sweet. sunny face W'Lll redeem many irregularities of feature, and n. peel ol hearty laughter is often more attrao tive than a pearly mnlplexum._ .lf 1 were a young man I should, in look- ing for a wife. esteem a. .hlappy face of greater value than a merely pretty one. DlAlMEP HANDS. Many girls suffer great discomfort from damp hands. This complaint gen- erally arises from a weakly constitu- ticn 1x11 highly nervous temportment. Excesstvs perspiration is not only un- pleasant for the sufferer. but ren'lers the hands repulsive to others; there- fore. anyone who has the misfortune to suffer from this complaint should do his utmost to cure it. It is usually worse in hot weather; but in most cases the patient suffers both in winter and summer. If it is not a very bad case. it may be successfully treated“ with. ablutions of very hot soft water, and the application. after drying, of fuller s ,or a medicated powder prepared- as follows: Salicylic acid1 three parts; talc, seven parts; starch. ninetyparts. Before going out into eccietyun the evenings, when the hands are likely to et very hot and damp. plunge them into water in which scone powdered a1- um has been dissolved. In severe cases it will be found neâ€" cessary to resort to more stringent remedies. and the inside of the . band should be rubbed two or three times a. day with a cloth dipped in the follow- ing solutionz‘ Eau dc Cologne, fourteen parts; tincture of belladcna. three parts. ‘ *___â€"â€"â€"â€" ANCIENT SUICI D ES M A Ilellmlm Crime, and lulllgnlthm “'erc Ilcnpcd lipon Ihc “mill-x. Among the early Greeks suicide was uncommon until they became contamâ€" inated by Roman influence, says a writ- er in Liarpincott's. Their religious teaching, unlike that of their Asiatic contemporaries, was strongly opposed to self-destruction. While a pure and manly nation. they regarded it as :t heinous crime, and lax-rs existed which heaped indignity upon the body of the suicide. By an Athenian law the corpse was not buried until after sunset. and the hand which had done the d08d~llfer sumany the right handâ€"was cut off and buried separately. as having been a traitor to its owner. The only suicides ever spoken of with respect, or anything approaching commendation, by the early Greeks, were those of a. purely patriotic chur- acter, like those of 'l‘henl'tstocles and King Codi-us, both were considered patriots. The latter, when the llera- clidao invaded Attica, went down dis- guised among the enemy With the _in- tentlon of getting slain, and havmq picked a _qua_rrcl With some soldiers, succeeded In his object. The reason. for this act. was that the oracle had‘ pro- nounced that the leader of the Conquer- ing urinv ullhstfall; and the King Sac rifined his life in order that his tramp! might be victorious and his country sav- ed. Tliemlslocles is said to have Cour milled suicide rather than lead the Per: sians against his own people. GLASS H ELM HTS. I If science has its way we should pro- bably before long be ordered to Wear glass helmets as a protection against sunstroke. This is the idea of afam- ous French scientific man who has accidentally "Lads same vegy curiogs‘ discoveries in the nature 6'! sunlight. This plan} I: believes‘that the X rays wnli t a. a what produce uunstrokc. and t t with his giass caps or helmets he will Be able to bring about abso- lutely complete immunity from this just the same way as the ancient Greeks did, who always wore brass helmets of a character which made them impervious to the X rays of the sun.