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Vuvn ’uu-u- “-4 C‘V'm'v M‘. ad venisunenu ordend by annoys was In pair' 5' in advance. - a n _' A__ _-_ l___2_l_-l -- 111E WWII“ flllilflllflll: ARIES BROWN, Issue: 02 Marrisg License-.Durham Ont. Standard Bank of Canada («ding {admins to: turning out First-class AT 11!: ’EICK 103303 ..WE MAKE-- b‘AVINGS BAN K. G. LEFROY McCAUL. Durham Agency. GIIARTER SMITH, llead (mice, Toronto. Medical Directory. Price- Out. Imbalming a specialty. EDITOR AND Inormnon. Miscellaneous. W. IRWIN. é BEARS! IN CORRECT“) 33 WILMD Lumber. out humility. purity and be.~.:_.;tliness. frankness and hypocrisy. meet on the same block in the same street in the same city. ()h ! that is what Solomon meant when he sail. “The rich and the poor meet together' the Lord is the maker of them all.H Again : the street impresscs me with the fact that it is a very hard thing for a man“to keep his heart right. and to get to heanen. In- linite temptations spring upon us from these places of public concourse. Amid so much affluence. how much temptation to covetousness and to be lliscontented with our humble lot. Amid so many opportunities for ovcrreaching. what temptation to extortion. Amid so much display, what temptation to vanity. Amid so many saloons of strong drink, what allurements to dissipation. In the maelstroms and Hell Gates of the street. how many inal-ge quick eternal shipwreck. If a man-of-war comes back from a battle and is towed into the navy-yard we go down to look at the splintered spars, and count the bullet holes. and look with patriotic admiration on the flag that floated in victory from the mast head. But that man is more of a curiosity who has gone through thirty years of sharp-shooting of business life. and yet sails on victor over the temptations ot the street. Oh! how many have gone down under the pressure. leaving not so much as the patch of a canvas to tell where they perished. They never had any peace. Their dishonesties kept telling in their ears. I! I had an axe and could split open the beams of that fine house. perhaps I is a stand: 0! ”armament 0h ! is it strange that when a man has devoured wtdows’ houses he is Again. the street impresses me with the fact that all classes and conditions of society must com- mingle. We sometimes cultivate a wicked exclusiveness. Intellect des- pises ignorance. Refinement will have nothing to do with hoorish- hand ; the high forehead despises the tlat head ; the trim hedgerow iwill haVe nothing to do with the Wild Copsewood ; and Athens hates Naza- reth. This ought not so to be. I bless God that all classes of people are compelled to meet on the street. The glittering coach whtel clashes against the scavenger's cart ; tine robes ruii against the peddlers' pack; robust health meets wan sickness ; honesty confronts fraud ; every class of people meets eVery other class. impudence and modesty. pride and humility. purity and beastliness. frankness and hypocrisy. meet on the same block in the same street in the same city. ()h ! that is what , ___- \Il‘ .‘tIlIL‘l the bercuvoments of thnse “ pass. and {resent them in p fm'v am all-sympathetic (30d in the first place the street im- presses me with the fact that this life is a scene of toil and struggle. By ten o'clock of every day the city is jarring with wheels. and shaming with feet. and hmmning with voices, and covered with the breath of smoke stacks. and u-rush with trail- tickers. You are jostled by those who have bargains to make and notes to sell. Up this ladder with n. hod of bricks. out of this bank with n roll of bills, on this drny with at loud of goods, digging a cellar. or shingling at roof, or shoeing a horse. or building a wall, or mending a Watch. or binding a book. Some- times I have. stopped at the corner of the street as the multitudes went hither and yon. and it has seemed to We are all ready to listen to the voices of natureâ€"the voices of the mountain, the voices of the sea, the voices of the storm, the voices of the star. As in some of the cathed- ruls of Europe, there is an organ at ’either end of the building, and the ;one instrument responds musically to ,the other, so in the great cathedral iof nature, day responds to day, and {night to night. and flower to flower, Fund star to star in the great har- {monies of the universe. The spring,- ltime is an evangelist in blossoms, »prenehing of God's love, and the lwinter is a prophet, white-bearded, 'denouncing woe against our sins. We are all ready to listen to the voices of nature, but how few of us learn anything from the voices of the noisy and dusty street. You go to your mechanism, and to your work, and to your merchawlise, and you come back again. and often with how indin‘erent a heart you pass,: through these streets. Are there no: tni‘ts of truth growing up between, these cobblestones beaten with the feet of toil and [min and pleasurth the slow trend of age and the quick; step of childhood. Aye, there are great harvests to be reaped, and: this morning I thrust in the sickle lwt‘uuse the harvest is ripe. ”\\’is-' dom erieth without, she uttereth her' voice in the streets." I A dcspatch from Washington says: -â€"Rev. Dr. Tulmage preached from the (allowing textâ€"“Wisdom crieth without. she uttercth her voice in the streets.”â€"Prov. i. 20. Afixiety in Men’s Faces as They Go to Business. SEEN ON THE STREETS prayer beâ€" Yes. agreed the new neighbor. there is all that. And, besides, there is another way: in which the resem- blance is very nun-lied. Probably you have read that line that calls attention to the fact that the brook goes on {or ever. - And with a. cold stare he walked back to his porchand picked up his newspaper. Uncle Joshuaâ€"I s'pose sauce yer .3051}th got pack {rum cpmg he’s Ah. said the pleased father. I con- fess that there is an undefinable, murmuring sweetness running through her music that resembles a brook. now that you have called my attention to it. Excuse me. said the new neighbor, as he loaned over the fence. you have a daughter who plays the piano, I behave. Well, said the other. I have been a great student of nature in my timeâ€" huve spent many years on a farmâ€" and I want to say that your daugh- ter’s music reminds me of the music of a brook. l have, answered the man on the porch. Lastly : the street impresms me with the fact that all the people are looking forward. The inhabitants go up and down. but they never weep and they never toil. A river flows through that city. with rounded and luxuriant banks. and trees of life laden with everlasting iruitage. bend their branches to dip the crystal. No plumed hearse rattles over that pavement. for they are. never sick. With immortal health glowing in every vein. they know not how to die. 'l‘hose towtrrs of strength. those palaces of beauty. gleam in the light of a sun that never sets. 0 heaven. beautiful heaven ! lleaven where our friends are ! They take no cen- sus in that city. for it is inhabited by “ a multitude which no man can number.” [tank above rank : host above host ; gallery above gallery ; sweeping all around the heavens. Thousands of thousands. millions of millions. quadrillions of quadrillions; quintillions of quintillions. Blessed are they who enter in through the gate into that city. 0h, start‘ for it this morning. Through the blood of the great sacrifice of the Son of (iod, take up your march for heaven. “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come and whosoever will, let him come. and take of the water of life freely." Join this great throng who this morning. for the first time. espouse their faith in Christ. All the doors of invitation are open. “And I saw twelve gates. and they were twelve pearls." .- ~ -fi---_._.....-...--â€" - â€"... w - ..- ~. -- “Wt...â€" Again, the street impresses us with the fact that it is a great field for Christian charity. There are hunger and sufl'ering and want and wretch- edness in the country ; but these evils chiefly congregate in our great cities. On every street crime prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and shame winks, and pauperism thrusts out its hand, asking for aims. Here want is most squalid and hunger is most loan. A Christian man going along a street in New York, saw a poor lad. and he stopped and said : “My boy, do you know how to read and write ?" The boy made no answer. The man asked the question twice ‘and thrice. “Can you read and write 1’" and then the boy answered. with a tear. splashing on the lack of his hand, "No. sir ; I can't read nor write neither. God. sir. don’t want me to read and write. Didn't he take away my father so long tlgOl 1 never remembered to have seen‘ him ? and haven’t I had to go along the streets to get things to fetch home for the folks to eat 1’ and didn't I. as soon as I could carry a! basket. have to go out and pick up Cinders, and never had no school- ing. sir ? (:od don't want me to read. sir. I can't read nor write neither. Oh iothese poor wander- ers ! They have no chance. Born in degrtulation, as they get up from their hands and knees to walk. they take their first step on the road toi despair. ()h. let us go forth in the. name of the Lord Jesus Christ, to rescue them. Let us ministers not! be afraid of soiling our black Clothes; while we go down on that mission. While we are tying an elaborate knot in our cravat, or while we are in' the study rounding off some periodi i'ln,-torically. we might be saving: a soul from death and hiding aj multitude of sins. () Christian lay-g men. go out on this work. if you; are not willing to go forth yourself,i then give of your means, and if you; are too lazy to go, and if you are; too stingy to help, then get out ofi the way and hide yourself in thei dens and raVes of the earth, lestu when Christ's chariot comes along“. the horses' hoofs trample you into the mire. llewm'e lest the thousands of the destitute of your city. in the last great day, rise up and curse your stupidity and your neglect. disturbed with indigestion ? Allthe forces of nature are against him. The floods are ready to drown him, and the earthquakes to swallow him, and the fires to consume him. and the lightning to smite him. Aye. all the armies of God are on the street, and on the day when the crowns of heaven are distributed, some of the brightest of them will be given to those men who were faith- ful to God and faithful to the souls of others. amid the marts of busi- ness proving themselves the heroes of the street. Mighty were their temptations. mighty was their de- liverance. and mighty shall be their triumph. LIKE TIIE BROOK TOO BUSY. Was it a stranger, that bearded man that one day came along the road, with slow stem iooking here and there, as it half in a dream? Back from the hill came a faint echo, “Lemu-el !" and he started and pressed forward. He turned unerrâ€" lngly into the gate, pugsed through ”men door. and throwing ”himself "ALA ‘ hill. For years and years the two wo- men had lived on together, the snows of age whitening the mother's hair, while the roses of youth de- parted from Mary's face. The whole village knew the story, and even the stranger passing by would shake his head and guess something of its paâ€" thos when a woman's vonce rang through the field: “Lenm-el! Oh, Lcmu-el ! ’ ’ To his whereabouts neither mother nor sister haul any clew, so great a. silence had fallen between them. The father's heart was sore, but he gave no sign, not. even on his deathbed. which followed in less than a second twelvemonth. Nearly twenty years ago father, mother, son and daughter had occu- pied the home. The father, some- what taciturn and cold, had unbent little to his children and frowned upon what he had called youthful follies; when. in the case of the son. his eldest born, folly some- times deserved a stronger name, he reproved fiercely and sometimes un‘ reasonably. The boy. fired with the independence of youth resented and rebelled. and quarrels ensued till it ended in the father’s turning his son out of doors, with the injunction never to let him see or hear from him again. 'l‘oo literally had his be- hest been followed. The mother had idolized her boy, and under the strains of silent grief her mind gradually gave way. No word had come back from the wanderer. He had written to his mother several times but the father had destroyed the letters without handing them to her, and when one was returned to Lemuel unopened he wrote no more. He tried to drown the memory of his youth in wild dissipations and, sobering down at last, he tried to put his old life from his thoughts amid new scenes and surroundings. Trees and vines had grown about it. but they were kept sharply trim- med. All necessary repairs were promptly attended to. and each new coat of' paint reproduced. as nearly as might be, its predecessor. No changes within or without showed themselves. no added luxuries or ad- ornulents crept into any of the four rooms, for the little mother grew restless and unhappy, and what re? mained for poor Mary but to guard her peace. The street on which our cottage was situated had been graded and kerbed to the foot of the hills which it. was meant to climb, but had l'aint-heartedly given out. and though approached on the other side by many more. showy residences the cottage still held its own and looked across the fields as it had done when first built on what seemed al- most a prairie. It and the enclosed plot on which it stood was a pat- tern of neatness which brought no shame. and even set an example to its larger neighbors. hm Unrxneanthne the hannet had grown from a straggling settlement to almost theproportlons of a town. The narrow. congested main street. where butcher and baker were hud- dled together in confused proximity, had been widened. and more preten- tious stores and oflices had taken the place of the .smaller wooden structures of twenty years since. Factories and mills had their clus- tering shops and \vorkmen’s dwell- ings and long hinges (fl outhdng streets with more or less ornate vil- las and cottages. had succeeded to rural lanes or short cuts across the common. “ '_v---‘--v “Yes, to-morrow he Will come, surely," Mary answered cheerfully. It Was almost stereotyped, their brief talk, repeated daily. For years the mother’s heart had yearned and waited for the absent or the dead. But each morning life renewed itself and hope sprang up again in the clouded mind. Each morning of all these long years. - '"l‘o-day, to-morrow. -' he will COMIC "Mary. put a. plate for Lemuel, he might like a bit. too; and why do you forget ?" she added half fretful- 1y. With a patient. sigh the daughter obeyed. How many weeks, months and years was it she had gone through her useless task ‘? “Ile’ll come to-morrow," the old Woman murmured. half to herself. ”Yes, yes, some other day; come and get your cup of tea," and she led her mother to the table and seated her beside it. "Some other day ?" the older queried, a faint. color tinging her cheek. A younger woman stepped up be- side her from within. She was tall- er. larger, and less comely, but the resemblance between them bespoke near relationship. “Yes. yes, mother," she said, soothingly, laying her band on the other's shoulder. “Some day he'll come. I wouldn't call him any more now." A little old woman with a snowy cap, a. small shawl pinned over her shoulders. and a. dark dress, stood at the door of a cottage. The smooth silvery hair and the soft withered cheeks seemed to suggest the charm of an earlier day; per- haps she had even been very fair in her long-ago youth. But the large, dark eyes had a. strange, rest- less look, and the hands twitched nervously. bllng voice: Lemu-el, Lemu-el. Floated softly. yet. far, with a half musical. wholly pathetic cadence. and seemed to nestle and die away at the foot of the low hills which the village folks politely called “The Mountains." H .u:?v.u:???". . .- H:IL PH...“ Mm E.” .ILM .u..u.."..”.."..u.?u '3' Householderâ€"Do you mean to say that this meter measures the amount of gas we burn? Gas Collectorâ€"I will enter into no controversy, sir; “.1 may say that. the meter mons- um the mount of gas you will have ter, and by his assiduous recom- mendation procured for .it o. celebri- ty it justly deserves. The doctor acted solely in the interests of hu- manity generally, and expected no return. Here he turned the page and found the sentence ran : Of our circulars .{or distribution. A popular physician was much pleased with a certain aerated wa- _ - n O .I__ ____- “AAA.“â€" To his surprise, there came one morning an en‘usive letter from the company stating that his recom» mendations had done them so much good that they “ventured to send him a hundredâ€"" Here the page came to an end. This will never do. said the doc- tor. It is very kind, but I could not think of accepting anything. "w wwâ€"v , Lemuel, the older. remained in his former home and builded onto the cottage. which was kept unchanged, as a wing to the new house. where Mary was happy again in being a mother to her nephew. When her short Indian summer was over and they laid the little mother to rest. they wrote “Peace" on the white headstone. So no more the sad cry rang over the fields, but an old wnman and a. boy might often be seen walking to- gether on the road near the cottage. and the late roses bloomed on the faded cheeks. and the and eyes grew calmer, though reason no more fully resumed its swm. The mother wandered around rest- lessly, going again and again to the door and kxfldng out toward the hills, but saying“ no word. And thus they waited. At last the click of the gate sounded. and the two, fath- er and son. came up the path, the latter looking around with question- ing eyes. As they entered a wild cry rang out, and the old woman threw herself upon the boy with passionate caresses, exclaiming un- consciously in the words of Scrip- ture: v-u- Ur" _‘, Then she drew away, yet still clinging to him and making implorâ€" ingly to t_hc_ older sun. A a j~ I L- “Humor her. lad." the father whispered, and the boys rosy cheeks grew rosier as he stooped to her embrace. ""c “011‘, father! be friends! be friends. 110’s a good lad ; he means no harm !" and the two men clasp- dead and is alive 8 lost and is found ! " cd hands silâ€"éhtly, while a tranquil happy look crept over the poor har- assed face. So she hustled about, tidying up the always neat. little house, and looking into the glass to give some touch of improvement to her own personal appearance. of which, poor soul. she sfurcely ever thought. but she had a sudden wish to be pleasing in the strange young eyes. “Yes, I’ll go and {etch him now." he said. rising. “It's seldom we’re so long separated." “Bring him !" Mary c'riod pining to see him." At every mention of his son. the. man’s face lightened up. "Yes. I suppose he's like me some. but he’s taller and rosier, too, since he’s English born. whilst I see a look of the mother in him." “Yes, mother always wanted thfis kept just the same until you gut back. flow like you've grown to father, Lem. Is your boy like you 1’" “Ho's down at the hotel. I just wanted to walk around and take mv bearings firs Lâ€"it' s all so changed ex- cept. this house." He turned his face away for a mo- ment to conceal its quivering. “The boy is with meâ€"--the other two lie under the nod. When they were gone Lemuel and I didn't care. to stay. So we’ve been wandering a bit. Then it came over me that I nnzst see the old place once more, and here I am." “But where is your boy ?” pressed Mary. “Aye. my boyâ€"bless him. He's a great lad. Well. I settled down in England. in a good. sizcable village. after awhile. and I did fairly we”. Then we married and we had this one boy and a girl." “Your boy!’ ' Many her face lighting up. “Where are “your wife and child- ren ?" “Yes, I sowed wild oats enough at first," the man said. “but I man- aged to work my way across the ocean, and then there came over me a great disgust of myself and my evil ways. Father was hard enough on rueâ€"but I was wrong. too. very wrong. and for mother's sake I should have been patient and tried to do better. Please God. my boy shall have no such experience." “ Where is tather ?" the man asked, a sterner note coming into his voice. “ In the churchyard this many years," she answered. And he sat down heavily. The old woman glanced at the newcomer furtively, but silently. The other two fell into talk in low, suppressed tones, going over briefly the life that lay between this and thei}: parting. -'â€" a. “W“ ‘vuc LuUIB. lookiag at him speechlessly for a minute. Later she broke out : “Oh Lem. is it. you ! Why, why have you never sent. as word all these years?" “Never sent. a word !" he echoed. “ Didn't. I write again ,and again, and this is all I got-my own letter returned. and he drew from his pocx- ct. an old envelope with postmarks of ancient date. Why. father !" she a only a faint surprise in She half put out her hand o_t_roke his hair, then drew sleeve across his not know me." “Oh. father !" Mary murmured, and then she turned aWay to stop thglgst-flowing tears. HIS RECOMPENSE. son ! my son ! is alive again! asked eagerly. He was He was i1 111 By a day's work you may turn out n. uylish skirt in pique. linen or den- im. Such a skirt is comfort itself, and being easy to make and inexpen- sive there is no reason why every wo- man should not be plentifully sup- plied with them. To avoid similar- ity the skirts may be trimmed in numerous pretty ‘wnys. Rows of braid or embroidery can encircle the lower part. of the skirt. put on per- hul‘S in graduated widths or in Her- pcutine waivers. If you an stout/a pouches. rub through a coarsé sieve. um cupfuls of pulp are required. Bout four egg whites. stiflly. Add slowly four tablospooufuls of powder- ed sugar. then gradually the ripe pulp. Serve this pic very Cold. heap- ing whipped cream artistically over the top. Compote of Penches.â€"â€"Boil together one cupl‘ul of water and two cupfuls of granulated sugar. lifteen minutes. Remove. llavor with one teaspoonful of Vanilla and one teaspoonful of rose extract. l’nrc eight line ripe peaches, remove the pits. Place in an :igatte liuke dish, pour the syrup over the fruit. cover. and bake until the peaches are tender and not a minute longer. Place the peaches on ice. Boil the syrup again until it becomes ropy. l’our immediately in- to a deep pudding dish. At serving time. cover this fruit jelly with whip- ped cream which has been colored a light dainty pink. Arrange the peaches handsomely on this. fill their cavities with (wall grated cocoanut. Peach Foam Pieâ€"Line a. deep pie Peach Foam Picâ€"Linc a deep pie plate with a rich pie crust. brush it with egg white. bake. Pure nice ripe Tomato Saladâ€"Pare medium sized five tomatoes. Place on ice. (fut ml the top, stem end. take out. the seeds. Dressing: Two eggs beaten separ- ately, one-half leuspoouful each of white pepper. mustard. salt. {our talilespoonfuls of melted butter. six talilespoonfuls of Tarragon \‘ill(?glll'.: Add salt, pepper. mustard. to the} beaten yolks, next slowly the vinegar‘i and butter. Cook carefully over' Water until thick. Place on ice.. Just before using {old in a cupi‘ul of whipped cream. Fill the tomatoes, serve very cold. on a bed of green, leaves. - Apple Saladâ€"One cupl‘ul of celery; and two cupfuls of tart apples, cut‘ :into dice. (‘over immediately with? lemon juice to prevent discoloring.‘ Serve with this French dressing: Cover one teasloonful of salt with' cayenne. add two tablespooniuls of lemon juice and six tablespoom‘uls of. olive oil. When these ingredients are! thortmghly blended, add a piece of; ice the size of a butternut. stir five: minutes until the dressing is perfect-f ly chilled. Remove the ice. beat un-l til thick. serve the salad at once. . Water Cress Saladâ€"A pint. of water cross and a lavish amount. of nasturtium blossoms compose an ar- tistic appetizing salad. Herve im-l mediately with French dressing. . i l l l Cucumber Saladâ€"Peel and slice two cucumbers. add (mo-half Iva- spoonful of salt. dash of pcpiwr. two cupfuls of cold water. simnwr until the cucumbers are very tomlor. Dis- solve a tublespuonful of golzltine in warm water, add to the cucumbers and strain. Line a mould with slic~ es of cucumbers and {ill with tho jol- ly. When cold serve with mayonâ€" naise on celery, cross or lotlmx- leaves. Anchovy Eggs.â€"Cut in halves six hard boiled eggs. Mash the yolks with one tablespoonl’ul of melted but- ter. one minced bay leaf. one table- spoont‘ul of chopped cali's liver, one tablespoonful of anchovy paste. Fill the whites of the eggs with the pre- pared yolks». press the halves to- gether. Place on ice until very cold, serve with French dressing. l’each Saladâ€"Pare. halve, remove the stones from five ripe peaches. Stand cut side upWard on ice, with one teaspoont‘ul of sugar and tlnee drops of lemon juice in each cavity. (‘rack one~fourth of the stones. chop these kernels. add to the whole stones and simmer. Strain. add one- hali teaspoonful of ground mace and three tahlespoonfuls of sugar, stir until the sugar is dissolved. When cold, add {our tablespoont‘uls of leni- on juice. pour over the peaches, keep on ice until serving time. Arrange the peaches on a bed of lettuce leaves. Stulled Eggsâ€"Hard boll six eggs. halve carefully. Remove the yolks. make a. smooth paste of them with one tublespoonful of melted butter. Add a cupl‘ul of chopped cooked lamb or beef. :1 dash of cayenne. salt. Mix thoroughly. Fill the eggs carefully. Rub a. trifle of raw egg white over each piece, and press tomrther. Roll first “I beaten 035;: then in line bread crumh, deep fry in very hot fut. Serve cold on lettuce leaves. SUMMER RECIPES. .. Jellied Chickenâ€"Boil a chicken un- til the meat slips readily from the bones. Season highly with pepper. salt, celery salt and butter. When the chicken is cold. take out the bones. and chop the meat line. Soft- ;en one-half ounce of gelatine in one- half cuplul of Water. Strain the li- §¢luor. add to the g-elatine. Place sprigs of mint in the bottom of a wet mould. Pour a layer of the gelâ€" atine. then all of the chicken. the re- mainder of the gelatine. Place in a; refrigerator for at least six hours. Remove and garnish with light gold- en yellow nasturtium blossoms. Ham Mousseâ€"Chop very line two cupfuls of boiled ham. season with one teaspoonful of English mustard. Dissolve one teaspoonful of g‘ranuhit- cd gelatine in six teaspoonfuls of hot water. add one-half cupl‘ul of whip- ped cream. Mix thoroughly the ham and prepared gelatine. Place in a would on ice for three hours. Slice very thin and serve with a mayon- naise to which has been added two tablespoonl‘uls of horseradish. one tablespoonl’ul of Tarragon vinegar. one teaspoonful \l'orcestershire sauce. A SUMMI} It SKIRT HOME. IA-- The doctor thought it was time to consider whether more attention should not be paid to the tcmpu'a- meat of railway men. and he demor- ed the (act that the medical pro- fession was IO poorly repreoentod at inquiries in record!» cause. 0! railway accidents. Turning to the question of driving electric cars Dr. Scott stated that I Glasgow mm who was used to driv- ing hous- was put on an electric vehicle. He caused a smash-up in which one rsou was killed anq sc‘i- oral £111ch It was proVod that t e cral' injured. It was prm'cd tha't J17; man had not tasted drink, and the case was one of neurons tension. Dr. Scott referred to the Slougt accident. In this case the enginoe; declared that :e did not know how he had run past the danger signal. The jury found that the engineer had been afflicted tor a moment with aberration of the mind. yet this same man had conveyed over 150.- «more passengers without a singlc miutake. Another man who was put in the signal box utter doing general rail- way work developed an acute mania in the form of an ull‘ection 0! lb. nervous cells. Another man who had been work- ing on a farm became a railway ser- vant and alter 'urds a signal nutn. The nervous tension was so great that it brought on headache. wank ness and insomnia. lle ultimately recovered and is now an oxen-Hen! workman. but not a signal nzan. Another case cited that that of a signal man who was found on the floor in convulsions-s. When he wits able to speak he snid he never en- tered the signal box without feeling that he was on the brink of n preci- pice and that some day a disaster would occur. A man who had been pronioleo from fireman to engineer soon coin- plnined of dyspepsia. The usual r0 medics failed and he sent the man u a consulting physician. The latte! also failed to cure the mun. Then the engineer Went, through a. wholc course of quack medicine without. any success. It was only after a big smash-up on the railway. as a result of which the man was dismissed. that. he finally got well He had simply been sull'ering from Lervoul tension. Cure for Rubyâ€"Bun, traps with sunflower soods and rats and mice will soon disappear. says one who knows. Two or three important points were brought out at the recent an- nual meeting (if the British MedicaT Association. Dr. Alexander Scott of Glasgow, made the alarming aw sertion that must railway accident: were due to neurosis of railway men. caused by the nerve tensiun of theii duties. To prove this he cited many cases which had come under his um observation. Host Accidents Due to Neurosis Says Dr. Scott. l-‘igs. dates, raisins and prunes are apt to be regarded as luxuries rather than as rich food substances of I most digestible kind when freed from skin and seeds. Nuts are rich in {at and also furnish muscular energy; they are. a. farm uf very wholesome food. with which. hmvever. must. b. taken fruit or mlwr bulky foods to balance the concentration. A delicious hot weather dessert. i! lemon jelly and soft custard. llu! you want your jolly n semi-solid. quivering mass. not hard cnougzh to cut, piled in the centre of a thick. soft. custard. 'l‘oo still jelly and too sol; custard will spoil it. In stufliug a chicken {or baking. where there is a lot of hungry child- ren asking for second helps at every- thing including "dressing and gravy” make a generous supply of the stut- iing. Fill the cavities in the body as usual, then make an incision in the skin between the thigh and the body. on each side; loosen the skin from the flesh round the breast and down the leg and put. in as much stuffing us you can crowd in pressing it close down to the breast and legs, Put another extra portion in the in- side of the wings before tying their to the body. Bake in a covered mu and haste frequently. White is always the dainticst ina- tcrinl to use. but colors make up smartly. Natural-Coloiod lincn is ex- tremely popular this season. 'l‘ritn- mod with itself or whito tho results are very pleasing. Bands of dark blue. of rod or bright plaid are charmingly effective and easy to ap- ply. while they have the additional advantage of being inoxlmnsiu'. Al-- Ways shrink the goods before using. A very pretty way is to run tin trimmingdown the front seams to within six inches of the bottom. then turn it backward. extending it. around the skirt. but not crossing the front breadth Two or even three rows look particularly well. In that instance let each turning form a hollow square instead of merely a corner. more becoming «You would b( attain- ed by running the trimming up and down. Let it follow the seams. and put corresponding rows in between. 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