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() @T hmidt, anfely been stroet riolâ€" and Cate that comâ€" with rid Deen age preâ€" 100M mMSY riod eat hat out een beâ€" ind mat Dr. ite 0 of 10 iD 18 C 0M MONSOON She has a book in her hanaâ€"Tennyâ€" son‘s "Maud"â€"as a pretext of emâ€" ployment if any one enter and surâ€" prise her watching at the window or loitering near the door, and she thinks as she reads the brief, sweet, ead story, how much happlier is she than illâ€"etarred Maud, whose lover could only vyenture into the roseâ€" garden to see her late at night when the dinner party was overâ€" > f "And render All homage to his own darling, Queen â€" Maud in â€" all her splendor." _ Her lover â€" blueâ€"eyed, stalwart, fairâ€"haired George. handsome and knightly as all men of his type and Cf. 1 ory white. With her fresh floweors, looking â€" like living jowels of ruby and emerald against the livâ€" Ing velvet of h"r%vhito bosom. For he will surely be early this eveningâ€"this first happy evening, when they are to meet as avowed friends and secret lovers; and she must rot for the world miss the chance of that meeting alone, perâ€" chance a few short minutes inâ€" ‘"‘The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies." Minute after minute passes, and the &un sinks lower, and the shadows deepen, and she watches from the windows â€" and listens at the door, with expectant eyes and throbbing heart,. forâ€"him who comes not. EX And then his impotent misery and rago givre way to as man‘s heartâ€" reniinz tears, and the poor fellow throws himself down across his bed, and sobs aloud in the anguish of his th And the next moment in his frenzy ho strikes at the toilet mirror itâ€" seilâ€"an Oldâ€"fashioned glass on a standâ€"and it falls backward with a crash â€" and splinters of breaking wl Ho looks at it until it half maddens Im,. and with his clinched fist he strikes his own white brow _ under the crisp, wary, bright hair and a great mark starts up and mars its whiteness. "That‘s itâ€"that‘s it ! brand there, sure enougt gnashing his teeth, "the ister‘ as long as I live." And then he sees in his own pallid, hacgard faceâ€"sure enough, plain enouchâ€"the likeness. Ho does not dare to go near the glass, yet that reflocted face has for hm a sort of repugnant fascination. Until at lasg he can resist no longer, and goes over to the glass on the toilet table. He avoids the sight of it, and yet cannot help seeing it, and watching for those passing glimpses of it. As he hurries to and fro in his preparations, packing up his clothes and the books, scientific instruments anmd the few little articles of luxury and refinement that have been the few modlest extravagzances of his honâ€" est, stainless life, he catches sicht an4 refinement that have been the few modlest extravagzances of his honâ€" est, stainless life, he catches sight of his own face in the glass two or three times. still it is done!" And poor (George, left alone in the home which is his no longer, left alone with his IIfe in ruins about him, his name and honor all brandâ€" ed and defaced with the mire of shame, he may well repeat the selâ€" fish woman‘s exclamation of selfâ€" plty. GWeorge refuses to see the outâ€" stretched hand in its gracious conâ€" desccnsion. Ho bows to her very respectfully. "Gocodâ€"bye, Lady Damer," â€" he says, and he walks before her to the hallâ€"door, opens it for her, and bows ogain in wordless gilence, and shuts it behind her as she hurries out of the little NHower garden. ‘Savage, rude, boorish creature" she pants, angrily; but still buoyâ€" ant in her excitement as she hurâ€" ries down the hill and reaches the waiting ponies and phaeton. "But still it is done !" "Well, then, nothing _ remains for me but to say goodâ€"bye to you," she says, extending her hand graâ€" ciously. "And to wish you _ prosâ€" perity and good fortune wherever you go," lyship will not leave it : "I will write two letters, Lady Damer, one to her and onre to my late employer, alleging certain reaâ€" sons for my sudden departure. Wheâ€" ther those reasons will be credited, or whether others, faise or true, will be alleged, I cannot of course undertake to eay. The letters will be delivered by hand, and I shall wait the return of my messenger to kro‘w if they have been duly _ reâ€" celved, and thenâ€"I shall «n IP "_ 1 / ‘! they have been duly reâ€" ceived, and thenâ€"I shall go !" She smiles bitterly as she reads the suggestion in his precautions, and thinks how very _ easily she can repay him tenfold for the covâ€" ert insult. s i, A Pretty Irish Romance. ; MflMMow P4444444444 +4 And ho sees that Lady Damer is | figure do look, even 1ln thdc.; il;ar:‘l; secretly starties and _ winces perâ€"| tic, masculine eveg ng ess, aze on ceptibly at his words. ll?ev:râ€"happy Gllllaf:.~can & â€"yow I wonder aoes she !magine | af, gloss of satin and shimmer _ of I know no more of Gillian‘s mind or pearls," feelings than she chose to kindly inâ€" unrestricted and at leisure, through terpret for me," he thinks, scornâ€" long, happy hours, when he may sit fully. "D‘l>98 “-hle imagine ltbat thl? beside her as an honored guest. dear little girl who cal od herse th:sking of him, deep in my wifeâ€"my little wife ; Heaven bless a‘}gfe:f‘:oi? tgnggrnigmaginlflgs, when bher forever, loving llttle_ soulâ€"does she hears a man‘s footstep crossing sho think we had no confidences toâ€" the marbleâ€"paved hall without, and gether, or had not tried to plan out Gillian‘s redâ€"rose cheeks, and attenâ€" our future together ? You‘re jus't tion concentrated on "Maud," are about too clever by half, my lady." quite hypocritical enough without Alowd he says, moving to the door, her shrinking behind the red silk curâ€" determined to leave the room if herl thlbvece. uenmaraep No 2L 1 1 O 1y B o BV Web S PE * ladyship will not leave it â€" C [ The : Comng <f Oe * $ oming of Gillian: G in MONSOONâ€" TRY IT, CHAPTER XXVIL n has come downâ€"stairs to ‘wingâ€"room very early on this , ready dressed for dinner in autiful new dress, with its ~tling silk and trailing laces rv white. With her fresh â€"that‘s it ! I‘ve the , sure enough," he says, s teeth, "the ‘bar sinâ€" most delicious Breakfast q blet 1 CCCE â€" COPNHEeTS, 2ANGQ eC }:-}‘lw. n‘fl:dntn-:onq't‘git‘:m “".:11 luslng the harmonious noise T. W . Grove‘s signature is on cach box. fis cover for gossip or flirtation. "You‘re going to discard those two young fellows, aren‘t you?" he inâ€" quires, with grulf pleasantry. "Two of ‘em to let you tumble off a jauntâ€" "Here is our little invalid," Mr. Damer says, radiantly, as Sir James, surlier and more apoplectic looking ltlhan usual, shakes hands with Gilâ€" an. "Oh, it is Mr. Damer," he says and the next minute Mr. Damer and his cousin, Sir James, enter the room together. "Poor little soul." Brigham Lacy says to himself, with a stirring of half seornful, half pitifal feeling. "I‘ll not torture her, at all events. My fi(k)od.aunt can play the role if she es." He is late. He is late. He has not longed to see her, and counted the hours and the minutes until they could meet, as she has ; but he is comâ€" ing nowwâ€"the light of her eyes, lord of her heartâ€"he is coming at last. "Here are the Dunilavin people !" he remarks presently, in a tone of frank cheerfulness, as much as to say he has effectnally smothered his feelâ€" ingsâ€"‘" Sir James Damer and an instalment of his olive branches! I believo we are to be favored with the soclety of the two elder young ladies toâ€"night, and their artistic dresses. And hbere is little Patterson and Dr. Coghlan and somebody else coming in through the shrubbery." He sees her face pale and her eyes burn like stars as she glances at the door. ment that her thoughts and hopes have been so early discovered, and ho sighs with affected despair and averts his head in affected delicacy, whilst ho is secretly gratified. *A Roland for an Oliver, madomâ€" oiselle," he thinks. " A sting of humiliation for you by and by in reâ€" turn for your missish slights bestowed on me in your devotion to Red George !" He sees her wince and tremble in sudden girlish shame and embarrassâ€" * No, Ican‘t flattor myself that I am anything but Monsicur de Trop, urhappily fo: me," he says, slowly and distinetly. * Or might have been if aother guest were as carly an arrival as myâ€" self," he says quietly, with his eyes fixed on her face. * What do you mean ?" Gillian deâ€" mands, sharply, and flushing again. "* Well, you have not come from a distance, so you can‘t flatter yourâ€" self," she says briefly, looking away with a slight impationt gesture. TO CUOURE A COLV IN ONE DAY Gillian colors hotly. A blush of anâ€" ger and aversion he knows it is, caused by those words, the boldest he has ever spoken to her. "You are not usually so impatient," he says, with a smile and an underâ€" tone of meaning. ‘‘No, not usually. I am this evenâ€" ing," Gillian answers, steadily lookâ€" ing at him. "I wish I were a guest coming from a distance, Gillian," he says, in a low tone, caressing his long, careâ€" fullyâ€"curled moustache with his deâ€" licate fingers. "I might flatter myâ€" gelf thenâ€"however falselyâ€"that you woere impatient to see me." ish heart. "I am afraid I shall be a stunid listener. I feel quite tired, and as if I should like to go asleep. How many hours must we wait beâ€" fore it is dinnerâ€"time ?" * You must not stand if you feel tired," he urges tenderlyâ€"or rather as the French word far more aptly expresses it, with empressement in his toneâ€"as he assiduously draws back the curtains, roils an easy chair near her, and takes the book from her hand as she drops it heedlessly. "Have you been reading ‘Maud »" he inquires. "If you care to trouble yourself," she says, almost ungraciously, disâ€" appointment is so wringing the girlâ€" ‘"Yes, of course, as you saw the book open in my hand," Gillian says, smiling, but eross. "Are you going to read ‘Maud now 2" "If you like. May L reo he inquires, deferentially I And she is th:sking of him, deep in & reverie of tender imaginings, when she hears a man‘s footstep crossing the marbleâ€"paved hall without, and Gillian‘s redâ€"rose cheeks, and attenâ€" tion â€" concentrated on *‘"Maud," are quite hypocritical enough without her shrinking behind the red silk curâ€" tains which are within the white lace ones, and remaining there staâ€" tueâ€"like, with a wildâ€"beating heart and glowing checks, and lips trembling into smiles, until the curtains are roltly parted, and she seesâ€"Bigham Lgf:_y looking in at her! His vanity cannot but be offended at her start of surprise and displeasâ€" ure, at the sudden cloud of disappointâ€" ment that shadows all her fair, ingenuous face. Fad pearls," unrestricted and at leisure, through long, happy hours, when he may sit beside her as an honored guest. Tea in the world. id to you 995 She knows that it is "checkmate" to her antagonlst. CHAPTER XXVIII When Lady Damer returnse to the drawingâ€"room, Miss Damerâ€"Cynthia Damer, a maiden over whose head thirtyâ€"nine winters and forty sumâ€" mere have pagsed, is performing a seâ€" lectior from *"Tannhauser" on the grand pianoforte ; and, as is usually the case when "good" music is played with great enthusiasm by the artist, the _ audience have retired into remote corners, and â€" are gladly using the harmonious noise as a the matter." "But nothing coud excuse his not sending a word of apology !" Mr. Damer reiterates, his hot temper rising into rage against George alâ€" most as much as against â€" Giilian. "And if the coldâ€"hearted, purseâ€" girl has really treated the boy so, I will never speak a single word to her again," he declaros within himâ€" self, furiously; and thken in a fever of impatience he sends the lad with the note to Darragh, with orders to "run every step of the way." He has shown his wife the note as ghe stands boside him, and Lady Damer has glanced over the scrawled lineg as if carelessly. ‘"Dear George,â€"What on earth‘s the matter that you‘ve never turned up nor senft a word of explanation ? Yours, "H. Damer." And she returns to her guests to await the answer without much fear of its altering the issua of the game she is playing. "But why didn‘t he serd an apolâ€" Ogy, in any case?" repeats Mr. Daâ€" mer, bewildered and pale with anger still. ‘*Nothing can excuse his omitting that." "It was not courteous to tainly," Lady â€" Damer repli gentle dignity. "But if you easy, you had better send to Darragh, and see what the matter." "I really fancy so," Lady Damer Admits thoughtfully. "In fact, I think from what I gathered this afterâ€" noon from her words and manner, and from other reasons, that George _ Archer wont _ so far as to confess his feelings to her, and even perhaps propose to her. When it came to the test, I beâ€" lieve Gilian drew back from the litâ€" tle game of flirtation I fear she has been playing," Lady Damer says, with a virtuousâ€"matron air; "for I do not believe for a moment that she had any serious feelings for him, or that shoe ever dreamed of marrying a man in his ramk of life, any more thanr her purseâ€"proud father would allow hor to dream of it. And if it has been as I imagine, Mr. Archer would naturally resont her conduct deeply." "By Jove ! I remember," Mr. Damer says, growing pale with anger, and muttering some bitter words. beâ€" tween his teeth. "I suppose the proud little minx has taken it into â€" her head that George was in love with her, and has snubbed him." ‘"Yes, something has certainly hapâ€" pened to detain him." she says, slowly, as il reluctant to speak. ‘"That is, unless he really made up his mind at the last minute that he would not come. I fancyâ€"I may be wrong â€"but I fancy Gillian Deane it the cause. I thought so directily I noticed her face before dinner, when we woere all wondering why he had not come." ‘"No, Jeannette, he hasn‘t come," he says, with anxious, inquiring eyes. "Something must be wrongâ€"someâ€" thing must be very wrong, or he wouldn‘t have stayed away withâ€" out a message! So I‘m going to send Jack Toole over with a line to ask him what is the matter. Eh ? what do you think? Something must have happened." And he sends a message into the drawingâ€"room, and her ladyship, like a loving and obedient wife, comes instantiy at his summons with a smile. But as soon as the ladios have left the room, Mr. Damer can restrain bis impatience no longer. He tears a leat out of his pocketâ€"book, writes a feow lines on it in pencil, and going out of the room, desires the footman to send a lad from the stableâ€"yard to lhim. "But TI‘ll just tell Jeannette," he thinks, as he waits in the hall for his messenger. "She has boen â€" unâ€" common goodâ€"natured about all this." Her ladyship gazes at the door and hesitates. ‘"What is it, Harry ?" she says, pleasantly, addressing him as she used to do twentyâ€"six years ago. "Has Mr. Archer come ?" 400 iinisnes, but Geroge Archer does not come, and the Gainty dishes and sparkling wines are as Dead Sea fruitâ€"dust and ashes of bitternessâ€" to poor little Gillian. As for Mr. Daâ€" mer, he is scarcely less miserable, angered and perplexed, and the dinâ€" ner would be a gloomy failure in a social point of view, but for the unâ€" ceasing efforts of Lady Damer and Captain Lacy, who kept the bail of conversation going, and ssem to outâ€" vie each other in gaiety and courâ€" tesy toward the other guests. f But dinner is sorved, and progr and finishes, but Geroge Archer ‘‘No â€" no, it won‘t, my dear," Mr. Damer agrees, with another thrill of grateful surprise. "He is sure to come as soon as we git down. Lady Damer says, smilingly, that the absentee must have "five minâ€" utes‘ grace," and her husband smiles, surprised and gratefal to her for her consideration. But the five minutes elapse, and dinner is announced. jng car, and let you break your bones. Eh, Miss Deane ?" ‘"Troth they disgraced themselves!" Mr. Damer says, laughing heartily. No blame to her if she has nothing to say to elther of them! Though I believe Bingham here ran for a docâ€" tor, and George Archerâ€"faith, I don‘t know what George did"â€" his eyes are twinkling with secret delight â€"‘"‘except sit down in the ditch to take care of her! By the bye, hasn‘t he come yet ?" "It does not seem as though he had," Gillian says, with a cold little «Gmile, and Mr. Damer‘s brow clouds. ‘"It is odd, George is always so punctual," Mr. Damer persists, starâ€" ing at Gillian. _ Comments '%;;wm;:i.e v;pon his .ab- sence, and glances are directed at Grlllla{.lnâ€"Mr. Damer‘s glances oftenest of all. "It won‘t do to keep Sir James waiting," Lady Danter says, sotto vyoce, to her husband. And then the rest of the guests arrive, and the hostess, smiling, gracâ€" lous,â€" and elegant, enters ; but the one Gillian waits for comes not. ‘"Perhaps he has forgotten the inâ€" vitation altogether," Gillian â€" reâ€" torts, more coldly and flippantly, and rising to greet the Misses Damer wi‘th‘sn!lllng cordiality. Lady â€" Damer replies, with not courteous to me, cerâ€" , and progressed are unâ€" a note is really Bhe has flattered Miss Damer into a second return to the piano, but after that gifted young lady has sang a German song in her small contralto voice, which is supposed tomake up in training whatitlacks in power and sweetness, she absoâ€" lutely declines to be flattered into singing again; and Anne O‘Neil, at a glance from her ladyship, sits down, accompanying herself, and sings in her rich, passionate voice Jean Ingelow‘s â€" exquisite song, "When Sparrows Build." But in spite of her cleverness, and her whistâ€"playing, and Miss Damâ€" er‘s "music," the "wetâ€"blanket" inâ€" fluence, which has hung over the evening from the first, begins to prove too much for Lady Damer, though she struggles on bravely. "And I never saw, sir," Sir James says afterward, in telling the story, "any woman behave better in a thing of the kind. Harry had been drinking on the sly, and was ‘hal{â€"seas over‘ when hbe came into the drawingâ€"room; but she turned it off capitally." "Somebody has vexed him, I am afraid," Lady Damer says, with a sigh and a plaintive smile around the whist table. "Some sepvant, or tenant, or some one. And Harry, unfortunately, does not control his temper. It is very soon over, that is one comfort,", with another plainâ€" tive little smile. "What are trumps, Sir James ?" "Cortainly, Aunt Jeannette, and I‘ll just go and see if I can do anyâ€" thing to appease Uncle Harry," Lacy answers, with smiling readiâ€" ness. "I thought he seemed conâ€" siderably ruffled." "Bingham, dear, I am afraid your Uncle Harry is vexed or upset about something," she says, in her sweetâ€" est, most regretful tones. "He is so excitable, you know, and does worry himsel{ so over trifles! May I take your cards, dear ?t" And Lady Damer moves softly across the roomi to the card table, her long, silken train making an audible "frouâ€"frou" on the carpet in the sudden silence, and with her calmest smile lays her long white fingers on her nephew‘s shoulder. And just as he has entered, abâ€" ruptly and excitedly, he rises and tramps out of the room, leaving every one staring. "Nothing is the matter, my lady," he says, fiercely and thickly, "nothâ€" ing at all, but devilish insolence and ingratitude ! I‘m not accountable for my looks to you or to any one! And I won‘t be! Nor my words nor my doeds either." "Have you had no message yet from Mr. Archer, Lady Damer ?" she whispers. "No, my deay. I have had no mesâ€" sage from him," Lady Damer says, very deliberately, with her piercâ€" ing glance and her cold smile; but thus impelled to action, she rises up and goes toward her husband. "Andâ€"good heavers! he has been drinking," she says to herself, with a fresh thrill of dismay. "This evenâ€" ing will end in an open scandal, after all my care." "Is anything wrong?" she says, in sharp, sibilant underâ€"tones. "Every one in the room is asking what is the matter, from your appearâ€" ance," I Mer husband looks up at her with a hbalfâ€"blinded glance of _ rage, and the blood rushes darkly to his face. Several minutes pass by, and he remains without stirring, like _ a man asleep or paralyzed, and Lady Damer sees that she must arouse him. Already Theresa‘s inquisitive eyes are glancing ceasclessly at him with a somewhat malicious smile, and poor Giilian, who has watched his entry into the room, with & keener pang of "sickness of hope deferred" thrilling through _ her trembling heart than any she has folt yet, nerves hersel{ desperately and moves nearer to Lady Damer. His handsome, florid, genial face, under the thin, graying fair hair, is ashy pale ; the muscles are rigid, and his eyes are filled with a lurid light of suppressed fury and excitement. "What has he heard?" she thinks, her courage failing, and fairly shrinkâ€" ing from his sight, though he does not appear to notice her or any one in the room, and has thrown himself heavily into a chair, and is staring at the floor without speaking. Five minutes later, just as the clock is striking nine, she repeats her wish more fervently, as she sees the door open and her husband comes into the room. Her first glance at him makes her heart bound with terror. ‘"‘And Iif you will excuse me," she whispers, "I think I wiil soom go up to my rooms, I feeh a. little faint. No, not jJust yet," with a pitiful little glance toward the door, ‘"in about bhalf an hour or #0." "Just as you please, dear," Lady Damer eays sweetly, longing indeed herself most intensely for the eusâ€" penge to be all over and the results of her strategy known to her beyond a doubt. and, as Anne is a firstâ€"rate player, Sir James graciously consents. And then Lady Damer glides over to Gillian, who, very white and wan, looks up at her with a faint smile, glad to be relieved even momentâ€" arily from the torture she is underâ€" going of questioning, and crossâ€"quesâ€" tioning, and gay, girlish bandinage from that gay, girlish creature, Miss Theresa Damer, on the subject of her accident, and her feelings on that occasion, and what she said, and did, and thought, and what every one else said, and did, and thought, and on the romantic episode of her stay in Darragh Castle. ‘"‘My darling child, I am afraid you are a little exhausted," Lady Damer says, solicitously. ‘"You must have a glass of wine.., You are far from etrong yet, you see." Gillian refugses the wine, but thanks her wearily. And you will sing by and by, won‘t you?" and then she glides away to arrange that Sir James shall have his favorite whist, and plays a rubâ€" ber with him herself, with Captain Lacy and Dr. Coghlan as opponents. The baronet wins, and is in high good humorâ€"that is to say, he is three degrees less grulf and surly the usual; and when Lady Damer rises, she begs him to accept her companion, .Miss O‘Neiil, in her place; "So good of you, dearest Cynthia !" says her ladyship, gushingly. "You do interpret Wagner so exquisitely ! "Thank goodness! She has begun playing. That will keep her off my hands for the rest of the evening., prying, troublesome creature," her hostess says mentaily, respecting Miss Cynthia at the piano, _ | _ (To be continued.) P‘Nhonoâ€"fi! t ene day. )looir:r'i‘: The assessor screams with laughâ€" ter. "Good heavens," he remarks, when he gets his breath, "value your $3,000 houss as a $1,000 scrapâ€" beap, while I value the similar house next door as a $3.000 house ? You are crazy. You get all the civic benefits {our neighbor gets, as I told you beâ€" ore.‘ "Oh, hang your civic benefits," says your nelghbor. "Just you assess my house as scrap, or I‘ll appeal." He does appeal. And some of our Judges decide that "Do you mean to say that I am not to value your property as a ‘whole now ?" exclaims the assessor in amâ€" azement. "Oh, yer," your neighbor replies, "certainly, value it as a wholecâ€"as a whole scrapâ€"heap. You can‘t value it What do you think of that? Does it increase your respect for wisdom of the bench ? Worse was to come. A public storm arose over _ this iniquitous technicality supported by judges. The Legislature was called upon by the government to undo the evil the judges had done. The Legisâ€" lature got to work, and changed the wording of the assessment act. The Legislature inserted the words that property must be assessed "as a whole." What has happened ? To carry on the suppositious case already used, the assessor comes to your neighbor remarking, "Now I am able to rate you fairly on your $3,â€" 000 property. I gdo not need to value your property in sections now. The Legislature having heard about you and the judges, has changed the old law. 1 _ am ordered to assess your house ‘as a whole.‘ So I assess it at $3,000. td â€"*"I don‘t believe the new law makes any difference," says your neighbor. He did. And the judges decided that he was right and the assessor wrong. _ "Fairness be blowed," your neighâ€" bor replied. "I‘m telling you what I think about the law." "I will value you at $3,000 anyâ€" way," said the assessor. "I‘li appeal," said your neighbor ; "T‘ll go to law about it." Well, the civic assessor would come to your neighbor‘s $3,000 house and say, "I cannot assess the whole of this house in Central Ward. Only half of it is there. Nor can I assess the whole of it in Wellington Ward, for a similar reason. Therefore I will assess half in Central, hall in Welâ€" lingtonâ€"$1,500 each." i Suppose you had owned a house in Central Ward assessed at $3,000. 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What the TIlinois Suprems Court decided is that companies with cHyie franchises chall be arsessed on the same basis as other proporty owners. as going concerns but upon their franchises also. ‘The Supreme Court of the State of HMlinois has decided in the school teachers‘ favor, and ruled that assessors shall rate public comâ€" panies as the school teachers‘ suit claimed. As a result, the assessment of the comnanies in Chicago is being increased by over one hundred milâ€" lion dollarse. Chicago will derive an additiona" revenue of two million dollars yearly. From this judicial course in Fanâ€" ada, it is a relief® to turn to a judgâ€" ment just given by the Supreme Court of the State of Illinois. _ A relief, that is, from the point of view of equityâ€"not a relief that our Oown judges should be so cobâ€" webbed, or that we in this counâ€" try should lack to such an extent the protection of common sense. on the judicial bench. Companies in Chicago enjoying publ‘c franchises had browbeaten or corrupted munictâ€" pal officers into assessing the comâ€" panies merely on their plant as scrap, or little more. Chicago school teachâ€" ors, whose salaries were being cut down on the plea that the city had not revenue enough to do the right thing. instituted an appeal against the assessments of the companies, claiming that the assessment should be tated on the fair market value of not only the plant of the companies It is no‘t a house that is in ques«= tion. It is the plant and equipment ol powerlul corporations, which pay able lawyers to argue with jutml â€"Blreet railway companies, clecâ€" tric companies, telephone companies, gas companies. "The part of our plant in any one ward," they said, "should be assessed as scrap beâ€" cause that part considered by it= self had no market value except as scrap." The judges said yes. The Legislature amended the law and said property must be valued "as a whole." The companies say "yesâ€"as a whole scrap heapâ€"not as a usaâ€" ble property." And the judges again concur. The jadges say in effect: "Let private property pay its full share of taxes, but let every techâ€" nicality cf law be strained to let these companiocs escapeâ€"lhese comâ€" panies endowed also as they are with valuable untaxed public {franâ€" chises," ® is wrong. To rfiu& the words used by Judges MacTavish, Senkler and O‘Reilly, the amendment the Logisâ€" lature made by inserting the words "as a whole" : "does not vary the mode of arriv« ing at the value of the property in question for assessment purâ€" poses as already settled by judgâ€" ments in the court of appeal, ex« cept that the necessity of{ assessâ€" mlg hln separate wards is dispensed with." he is right and that the assessor GROWING BABIES. 25C. #* t @~ ) o se t 4) he4 1. "0% 5 ty it . 5s t