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E}le Man of the rew Survives. bu bhave neve to forg rled row + yâ€"nine Killed on the Narship Missouri. LOSION OM 4 U. 5. YESSEL, 0 t Took Place Turret Room. 14 Ele TV i F1 M U Levrer done yYOur life April il 18.â€"RBy‘ the ids ol powdezr ch turret and the battleship . Cowles, comâ€" instantly Kil, vhom two wil ‘; chief private H sSwain (Mie. irds K 1) OrQl® ip from 8 Cap cavor below H F» exploded, teen d‘_ more diing mexr eu t W & nn madé n 10¢ Turret mmer, latter in the vith DC target 00k1yir STe «d . NLs Ow . over )Â¥ W ilt \ 4 "I hopo that I shall meet Lady Polfe," she said, "just for the pleaâ€" sure of cutting her !" Sho drove at once to The Limes, and was met with the kindest of welcomes. "I should have gone to moeet you, YViolet, had I knoivn that you were coming," said Mrs. Haye. But Lady Chbevenix thought that under the circumstances it was just as well she had not come. They went to the drawingâ€"room together. _ Francis Haye was more of an invalid than usual that day, and his daughter, hearing that he was asleep, would not have him disâ€" turbed. "Let us have a long talk, mamma," she said. "I have so much to tell â€" "Will you stand up, Violet ? I feel quite sure that you have grown, or is it the new style of dress that suits w6 1w you Â¥i gI and the by the ground mucih, with a slight fln "what do they sa; my marriage and "What can the; Every one envies talkse about your age." Violet took up t her dress and pay rever raizsed her ¢ her an additi They taiked bhappily. Presi her prosonts. a rapturo aut velvet and lace. After t inquire about "But do raid that "Wrong, siou«l they . _ wiich ofi nem wouid it have done the same thing? which of them wou‘l«l not be pleased to «do the same thing?" Lady Chovenix looked relieved. "I was afraid they would say I had acted unfairiy," she said, slowly. "Mamma, how are the Lonsdales? liow is Felix ?" There was a briclf silence before the question was answered, and then Mrs. Haye to‘d her wonderful story. t m\ C "You have never heard ol such a change of fortune, Vioiet," she said ; "it is almost as wonderful as your own; I can nardly understand it. The Lonsdales seem to have alil the business of the tow»x now and of the county, too. They haveâ€"I can not teil how many clerks; they give grand dinnorâ€"partics; . and, what seems to me stranger still, they are frequently inviled io Bramber Towâ€" ers," "We sholi visit there, I suppose," romirkes; Laty C evenis. "I am very plcase) dadesd to hear all th‘s, mamma ; ii any family ever did deâ€" sorve good fortunc, tuey did. They are recognized by the county now, I guppose ?" Fâ€"'Tf&:.v(}uue. Ladly Roife has taken them uy. I hear of nothing but the Lonsdales." wlb Lady Chevenix was sileont again. After a little while she eaid quickiy : "I sho=l] like to ask you one quesâ€" tion mors : Does Felixâ€"has he found anyone cise to care about Yet?’ "I have not heard «o. Violet, my dear, you have eveory ble:sing the world can give; do not think about hbim. And if you will take my advice, you will not talk about him; Sir Owen might not like it." "I shall be careful, mamma; I shall not speak of him. But I wanted to hear about him just once." She said no more then, but as sho sat in the familiar room she thought a great deal of him. It was imposâ€" sible to help it. The quick eyes noted how comp‘letely every trace of him had beem removed. The pictures that he had given her, the books, were all gone. io‘ s --Z';l"llx'~;;'_'r:§ev4j“hot have banished evâ€" erything she thought to ‘hem')‘f. O Py .. en e e Presently her father awoke. Hoe was delighted beyond measure to see l“wll' looking so well and so beautiâ€" ul. ) Later on Sir Owen came, and they vfient a pleasant hour together. But there was a dreamy look on the lovely face, a softenedl light in the clear eyes; she could not help thinking of the past bright, girlish lifle that had beon so simz‘y boezâ€" Violet stood up. "I have grown, mamma," she ans ered. "You know i ara only just wenty ; 1 may grow taller stiil." "You are quite tall enough to be raceful, my dear,". said Mrs. HMaye; nd hber eyes lingered proudly on he lovely face with its dainty loom, so young, so fresh, and air, and on the graceful figure hat was shown to such advantage y the costly dress that swept the round. "You have improved very r1uch, Violet," she added. In that she was right; Violest had . gravo and refinement that gave er an additional charm. They taiked long and not unâ€" appily. Presently Violet produced er prosonts. Mrs. Haye went into . rapture avout a dress of Genoa elvet and some superb Mechlin i1ce. Aiter that Violet began to aquire about her old friends. Mrs. Haye bad many little facts o relate about all of them. "Mamma," said Lady Chevenix, vith a slight filush on her face, what do they say in Lilford about ay marriage and me ?" "What can they say, my dear? very one envies you, every une alke about your wonder{ul marriâ€" M W aco theyâ€"I moan, have they k up the rich tassels of nd payed with them. She d her eyes to her mothâ€" did wrong ?" cried Mrs. Haye. "Why _ Which of them would k py. Felix had been part of that life, and she could not help _ reâ€" membering him when she thought of 4. Bhe enjoyed herself ; she laughed and talked, she told gay anecdotes of ber triumghs in Paris; but as she quitted the house she carefully avoidâ€" 64 going nerr the bare lilac bushes or lingoring for a moment at the gardon gate. As she drove home se said to herself : it. "I do not think I chall go to The Limes very often. Afler all, the pain is as great as the pleasure." But she did not own what the pain was. CHAPTER XxXIX. «> During tho next few days Lady Chovenix was occupiel in arranging all the beautiful ornaments, picturcs, and statuoas she had brought with her from abrow!. Sh= ha her own apartâ€" monts to arrange ; sie had to suzerâ€" Intend the putting away of the suâ€" 2°rb garments ‘that she had purâ€" chased in Paris, of all the things sho had brought with her from her home. Among the treagures of her girlhood was a small rosowood writingâ€"desk. On it tho had written all her loveâ€" letters; in it who kepot oevery loveâ€" lotter she had received, and she reâ€" memboredl now that che had not deâ€" stroyed them before her marâ€" riego, afnd, that she ought to Lave done so. She was alone in in the sumptzous room that was bher boudoirâ€"a room hung with blue silk and lace, which had a rich carpot and magnilicent furniture of ebony and blue satin ; costly picâ€" tures lined the walls, rare flowers stood in beautiful jardinieres. The apariment was perfect in its way, and _ the goldenâ€"haired girl who stood in it looked like a fitting occupant. * Because I like U.GsitOhC id UCC U that Lilford. Most of my property lies in Okistone. I intend to go to COidstone Charch when I go to church gat all, and I shali patronize Oldâ€" stone genâ€"raily." A painful sense of disappointment stole over her, but sho dared not express her feclings. She had picâ€" tured horsell in all thoe pride of her new state, rustling in her costly silk up the oldâ€"fashioned aisle of the dear old church at Lilford, to which all her old friends wont. Sho would havre liked to see Felix again, to see how be looked and whothsr he had Then she came to the portrait ; of course she must destroy it. And what was that folded so carefully in the tissueâ€"paper near it ? _A spray of lilasg, withered and dead! _ She remembered the day and the hour when it had been gathered. She took the portrait in her hands; thero culd be no harm in« looking at it for the last time. Tho noble, hardâ€" some, frank young faceâ€"how she had loved it once! How thoso eyes had watched herâ€"how those lips had kissed and worshipped her‘! It must go! She looked at it intently for a few minutes, and thon she held it over the flames; but sho could not destroy itâ€"she could not see the flames leaping round that face. It was impossible. She wrapped up the portrait quickly, and locked it out of sight. ; White and trembling with emoâ€" tion, her hands trembling, her heart beating, She looked up suddenly as ber husband entered the room. _ UE Pm emEmm tmR ENT ESm C " Did you? Your ideas have altered on many subjects, no doubt. I came to ask you to ride out with me." 1 1 2 . OV d ailuninth ce | 1 d Li PRA Prndanetnce kss I L1 Her héad ached_ with repressed emotion,. but she Aared not refuse. She had learned one lesson already, and that was that she must keep her busband in a good humor ifp osâ€" gible. Now that the noveity and restraint of hor presence were wearâ€" r.“:fâ€"fla;':;mberm burning all the old Ietters I found in my â€" writing desk," ske replied. "What are you doing, Violet ?" be cried. "Aré you ill? You look as If you had ssen a ghost." "I have seen one," she _ replied, slowly. _ $ I C mss "What have yrou _ been burning ? The grate is full of burned paper." She looked at him with wistful eyes. Their expression did not please him. C y a Perhaps she had an idea that he would say something kind to her; but hbe laughed contemptuously. "What sontimental simpletons woâ€" men arso! Aro you going to keep that shabby flittle desk here? _ It spoils the room," he said. 4 i 890 c , t oA e t e t in e n e t ahutsiaist Crabnicneroratiar Ves I "I thought it quite a grand piece of furnituro onece," she replied. i altered. Sho wozrdered what he would think of her in her ncw. randeur, and felt curious as to where and how they would meet. Then she remembered their terrible parting, and said to gti!rlelf that she must not think of m. She never saw him. She went sev-' ; eral times to Lilford. More than once | |, she drove past Vale House, but she; in never saw him. Then Garswood filled | it with guests, and her time was no{ longer her own. Shes ought to havel 0 been perfectly happy. She was misâ€"| it tress of the most magnificent home in the country ; she had every luxâ€"| E ury that money could purchase; she was feted, admired, flattered ; â€" she ; e received unwonted homage,. The local] El papers were full of descriptions of | the gayeties and amusements goingl d on at Garswood, and gave a list of : n the fashionable visitors gathered | a there; and every now and then came| p some reference to the great beauty | c of Lady Chevenix. The ladies of the| t neighborhood, reading this, looked at| c each other in wonder, as though | a they would have said, "Can this bel o the girl we knew as Violet Hays?" For Lady Chevenix held up her head with the highest among them. She never ignored the pastâ€"she spoke of it without hesitation; she talked of her home, The Limes, of her parents, of all her Tilford friends, with only the exception of the Lonsdales, whom sne appeared to have quite forgotten. But though she never named them she thought of them; and when she read the brilliant account of all the festivities, she knew| that Felix would read the same, thiat he would hear them talked mabout. One thing sho Gid wonder at, ard that was why ho had never contrived to see her. She had imagined that he would imake some effort, but he had made none. Christmas came and went. The snowdrops and the crocuses came, the blue violets peeped out, and ‘the desire of her beart was giveon to Lady Chevenix. She went to London and made her debut at Court. Then it seemed to her that fihoi had reached the climax of all hapâ€" piness and grandeur. Rir Owen posâ€" sessed a handsome inansion in Belâ€" gravia, and the season they spent in town was one long scene of unâ€" interrupted gayety and excitement. Young, surpassingly beautifual, graceful, Lady Chevenix soon won a place for hersel{ in the highest and most exclusive circles; she was idolized ; her wealth, her diamonds, ber superb mansion, hor grand parâ€" ties, were subject of public comment. But after a time she found thiat alâ€" though she was _ liked and flatâ€" tered, her husband _ was simâ€" ply _ detested. No one scemâ€" ed to care for him; his manâ€" ners were so coarse that when she contrasted him with other men of his own rank and position she was ashamed of him. She read intense dislike and aversion to him in the faces of the people whom she liked best and of whom she most apâ€" proved. Thoughtless, laughing young men, said to her: ; "Come without your husbhand, or we shall not enjoy ourseives." "‘fi'h-é.nméhé";;ar‘t'iéru'larly pressed any lady to come to see her for some special purpose, the answer always was “i,\"cll, tell me whoen you will be quite alone and I will come." a 1 c Ns Eky w Heaupory. B C o uin santia t sova io on She founrd that Sir Owen and herâ€" sell were seldom invited twice to the same place, snd it dawned upon her very slowly that she should never be what she aspired to beâ€" a queen of cociety, because she had a drawback in the shaps of her own husband. She was slow in reaching that conclusion, but it was a Ccorâ€" rect one, and she studied him to find out it she could how it was that he made himselt so odious, so disâ€" liked. Sho could not deny that his face was dark and almost sinisterâ€"lookâ€" ing, that his manner and carriage were awkward, that he had an unâ€" pleasant voice;, the outward apâ€" pearance of the man _ was, howâ€" ever, the best part of him,. No one could have calied him a gentleman ; he was sellish and brutal, and so egotistical that in company no person ever had a chiance of speakâ€" ing but himself. He had two moods â€"he _ was ‘tbither _ familiar _ and boasted until every man present [elt a great desire to put hir out of the room, or he was so sullen that to look at him was like lookâ€" Ing at a great black cloud. ‘That was Sir Owen in his sober moments; but, as the novel restraint of his young wife‘s presence wore off, he fell more frequently into his old and fatal habit of drinking. n 1 Mn isnn ininicierm > > RORWNCie e pctteantioan z One or two others agreed with the colonel. The face of Lady Chevenix |g-rew crimson when she heard her i Lcsband give a l‘ tile insulting, sneerâ€" \ing laugh. She saw with dread \that he had drunk too much wine. ! _"I have beaten him once," said Sir l Owen, "and I will beat him again; t if he goes in for one interest, I will go in for the other." For lhis wife‘s sake no one answerâ€" ed lim; and Lady Rolfe gave the !slgna: for the ladies to withdraw. Lord Arlington has. implicit confiâ€" dence in him. I prophesy that with the earl‘s interest he will be reâ€" turned as member for the borough, ard that once in Parliament we shall hear of sim.‘ "I shall mever go out to dine again ifI have to meet that man," said the old colonel, who was an aristocrat do pur sang. "Such men ought all to be shot. What could that lovely woman have been thinking of to marry him 2"â€" for the colonel was far above the gscandal and gossip of the neighborhood ; non@ of it was brought togllim. So there were times in hber brilâ€" liant, luxurious life when Lady Chev=â€" enix was weary of it all, and longâ€" ed to see the face bf a true friend. She had called on Eve Lester, but Eve had declined to see her, and "Aunt Jane" hbad been rampant on the occasion. Lady Chevenix sat in the best parâ€" lor at Outlands, looking very lovely, dressed in sheeny‘ silk and marvelous lace, when the elder lady came in to her more erect and uncompromising than ever. "My nicce declines to see you, Lady Chevenix," she said, "and I think she is quite right. You filted our best friend, and naturally enough, _ we take his side. Do not call again â€" Eve does not care to know you." | (To be Continued.) id A Well Known St. John Mercshant Tells How Hoe Was Freed From This Terrible Trouble. One of the best known mon in St. John, N. B., is Mr. G. G. Kierstead, grocer and goneral desler, 61 Main streot. Mr. Kierstead has an interâ€" esting story to tell of failing health, insomnia, _ and finally _ renewed strength, which cannot fail to interâ€" ost others. Ho says;â€""A fow years azo I (was all run down and failing in health, no doubt dusa to overwor and shattered nerves. I was unable to sleep at night and found no rest in ted. My life seemed a bm_'den 10 mo and I found no pleasure in anyâ€" thing. I sought medical ald and the physicians who attended mo were un ablo to give moe any relief. The doeâ€" tors dilfered in their opinion as to my ailment. Finding that growing worse, and almos through loss of sleop, I cons give up businsss and go to i try for a rest, Just \‘vhenl 1 The Kind of Wheat to Grow in Western Canada. Department of Agriculture, ; 1 LCommissioner‘s #ranch, ; t Western Canada heat has an enâ€" viable reputation in foreign counâ€" tries, sayls Mr. G. H. Clark, Chief of the Seeq Division, Ottawa. It is in demand for American milling centres, as well as those of England and Rcotâ€" lang, because it is rich in gluten of exceedingly| good quality. The crop of Western Canada, ten years hence, will reach, it is ostimated, 500 milâ€" lions of ‘bushels. In view, ol the rapâ€" idly increasing production, it is imâ€" portant that its present good reputation be maintained or imâ€" proved in order that it may continue to grow in favyor in foreign countries, wherq i ftmust qind a market. But the high standgdard of excelâ€" lence has already been appreciably lowered through the introduction of wheat of â€" inferior milling â€" quality. Through carelessuess these mixtures are allowed to yearly incream, while in other districts inferior varieties have been grown that depreciate the total crop. The advantage of growing only unâ€" mixed wheat may be judged [rom the difflcrence in price between "No. 1 Hard" and tho next two grades, as this difference is most commonly due to the prevalence of solt, starchy; grains in the lower grades. "No. 1 bara" invariably has a high percenâ€" tago of translucent grains indicatâ€" ing a high percentage of a good quality of gluten, as it is the quality quite as much as the quantity of the gluten that lends vaiue to the superier wheat. Red Fife is the standard variety, the hardiest wheat grown in westâ€" ern Canada. It wiilt survive late spring frosts that aro sufficiently sovere to kill out most other varieâ€" ties. Its milling qualitios are not exâ€" celled. X Preston wheat is a hearded varâ€" iets that has grown in favor among A CURE FOR INSOMMIA. WHEAT GROWING. my %%,%e farmers in districts where Red Fife has frequently been injured by early frost. It is from two to five dayy earlier than the Red Fife. If the weaâ€" ther be unfavorable at the time when ripening takes place, it may ripen even ten days earlier than the latter variety. SHome Canadian milâ€" lers claim to bave mage careful milâ€" ling tests of Preston wheat _ and openly condemn it as much inferior to the Red Fife. Results of _ tests carried on under the direction of Dr. Saungers, who originated the varâ€" iety, indicate _ that it is only slightly inferior to the Red Fife. ‘The comparative productiveness of varieties difters with localities and congitions of soil and climate. Again there may be quite as much gifferâ€" ence between two strains of seed of the same variety as between iwo distinct sorts, so far as their capâ€" acity to give a large yield of grain is concerned. Whatever varieties are sclected, they should be grown sepâ€" arately and each kept reasonably pure. On account of carcless pracâ€" tices, in the matter of seed selection, mixtures of undesirable sorts have increased in the stanrdard wheat of the west. These impurities consist chie{ly of earlier marturing varieties that shell more readily than the Red Fife, thus having a larger proporâ€" tion of seed from them io come is "volunteer wheat" in the next sucâ€" coeding crop. _ It is of much importance to the country, as woll as to ind‘vidual wheat growers, that these congitions bo overcome. It is clear that â€" even farmers who are careless about keepâ€" ing their seed pure are willing to pay fancy prices for teno, twently or fiflty bushel lots of good pure seed of wheat, oats and barley. But the supâ€" ply! of high class seoeqd is limited. With a view furthor to encourage the production and more general use of seeds of the best quality, an anâ€". nouncement was made in the spring of 1903, inviting farmeors, who had been giving some special attention to the growing of geed grain, to unite and form an association of seed growers. lvles goveining the a«« gociation and standards ol porfoction for pedigreed seed will be controlied by an advisory board .composed of represeatative mea from the variovue branch associations. There are mnow thirtyâ€"five soed growers who are members of the Western Casada Asâ€" sociation. Their work is supervised and inspoctod by a suporintendent. Records aroe kopt of the amount and pedigree of seed produced by them. According to the rules of the assoâ€" ciation, each momber is required to give dofinite guarantee as ito the purity, vitality and {freedom from seeds ofi noxious woeeds, with all lots of geed sold by him. The association certilicate will show the pedigree of the seedâ€"the number of consecutive years during whicqh hand â€" selection had been followed. Farmers of Wostern Canada, who have farms that are free from noxâ€" ious weeds and otherwise suited to growing good seed of wheat, oats, rye, barley and other grain, are inâ€" vitcd to bocome members of the asâ€" sociation and make seed growing a special industry in their farm operâ€" ations. They may commence by sow.â€" ing a plot in the coming spring with the best obtainable goed. There will 1264. The oldest family in the Britâ€" isb Isles is the Mar family, in Scotâ€" land, 1093. The Campbells, of Arâ€" gyll, began in 1190. Talleyrand dates from 1i99, and Bismarck from 1270. The Grosvenor family, the Duke of Westminster, 1066 ; _ the Austrian house of Hapsburg goes back to 952, and the house of Bourbon to 364. The descendants of Mohammed, born 570, are all registered carefully and auâ€" thoritatively in a book kept in Mecca by a c‘lief of the fami}y. Little or po doubt exists of the absolute authenticity of the long line of Moâ€" hammed‘s descendants. In China there are many old families, also among the Jews. But in point of pedigrees the Mikado of Japan has a unique record. His place has been filled by members of his family for more than twentyâ€"five hundred years. The presâ€" ent Mikado is the 122nd in the line. The first one was contemporary with Nebuchadnezzar, 666 years before b: ‘a ready market for all the seed that can be produced by members, at prices that will pay handsomely for the exira trouble in producing Oldest Family in the World. Of thoe four hundred barons in the British House of Lords about a dozen date back to 1400, the earliest being In thousands of cases it has been proved that Baby‘s Own Tablets is the very best ‘thing for children sulâ€" fering from colic, constipation, diarâ€" rhoea, #imple fevers, colds and teething troubles. The Tablets are guaranteed to contain no opiate or barmi{ul drug, and may be given with equal safety| to the tender, new born babe, or the well grown child, Mrs. Joel Anderson, HKhanley, Ont., is one of the mothers (who have proved tho vialue of ‘this medicine and says: "I have used _ Baby‘s Own Tablets with the very bost results. They are easy to give litile ones, and I have never krown them to fail to benefit." Every: mother should keep the Tabâ€" lets in the house. In an emergency} they! may save a previous little life. Bold by all druggists or mailed at 25 cents a box by writing The Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. Â¥ C it. Thero is now l:f\*n“z;n{{uai demaad for 75,000 bushels of seed wheat alone. . t (N. Y. Journal of Commerce.) There is one elementary principle at the bottom of all these questions which is so simple that it cught to be within the range of the understanding of a maâ€" jority of workingmen whare a common school education prevails, and yet it is constantly ignored. Whatever capital is to get, and whatever labor is to get, must come out of the sum of the proâ€" duction of these factors working upon the natural resources of the country. There is no other source for it to come from, and it is for the advantage of all to make the volume of production as great as possible. * * * There is no beneâ€" fit in high wages when prices are corâ€" respondingly high, for they will secure no more for the satisfaction of the wants of men than lower wages with corresâ€" pondingly lower prices. A LITTLE POLITICAL ECONOMY. Maneeeeae . SEeErEaiReriinene i e oi ce ced L2 s. l OREC ENCE sn ela ols tss edat cce h 006 220. ONTARIO ARCHIVES f TORONTO AN AID TO MOTHERS. y E",g*‘"} I sat in the anteâ€"room of a great photographer‘s studio not long since. A mother and daughter, the former E. fieom, smug, assertive, the latter = er, overdressed, vain, came in with a great swish of silk and odor of orris, to see the proofs of the girl‘s photos, taken a day or so before. 6 The smiling attendants brought them forward and displayed them. "Isn‘t that grand?" suddenly bellowed the dowager. ‘So simple and sweet!" The dpzughter exhibited her dimples selfâ€"consciously, and bridled with pride at her beauty, "I like this one rather better," she announced; "it is more disâ€" tinguished and rather more like me, don‘t you think?" s t I listened in amazed amusement as the two calmly discussed the girl‘s atâ€" tractions and scanned the counterfeit {:resentments to see if the very most ad been made of the girl‘s charms. Afâ€" ter they had ordered and departed I said to the attendant, an excecdingly prettÂ¥ woman herself, by the way: "Do you live through many such experiâ€" ences?" "Oh, yes," she laughed. "You know, do you not, that nowhere on earth does the vanity of woman display itself so badly as at the photographers?" The desire to be photographed is im itself born of vanity. One is not satisâ€" fied with the mirror; one longs to see oneself permanently established upon paper. But the affair itself assumes to a woman almost the sacredness of a rite. It is approached with grofound study, much reflection, and, I doubt not, some prayer. It is rot alone the pretty woâ€" man who regards being photographed as an affair of the greatest possible moâ€" ment. I know several very plainâ€"yes, uglyâ€"women who are quite as fussy over the operation as many beauties. . I think of one now who is the plainâ€" est of bodies. Nothing but that good, old fashioned word, homely, can describe her. And yet that same homely little woman wil pout and simper and make woozoo eyes and thinks ‘mrself quite fascinating and irresistible. And when it comes to being photographed! Why, there are more preparations made than there have been for the Russoâ€"Japanese war. She had some photographs made a few months ago. They looked precisely like her. That was doubtless the reasom why they were not satisfactory. | She thought that the photographer did not give her time enough, did not study the high lights and the low lights and the bright lights enough; that he did not study her lines, her contour, her feaâ€" tures, the way her hair grew and her head was poised. You could never imaâ€" gine the rubbish she talked,. Now, the _ only thing that ailed that woman was that she wanted to be pretty in the picâ€" ture, and no power on earth could make her so. 4 Because a man is too busy to pose ir his everyday life. He is hustling to get mamey. _ He can‘t go mooning round striking attitudes. So posing does not come naturally to him. But a woman. Her whole life is a series of ({msu It is as natural for her to attitudinize as it is to eat. So when the photographer says: "Chin a little lower, head higher. Turn the face to the left; look upâ€"about here. Now! Look pleasant, please," she obeys with such wit and comprehension that the result is that marvellous combination, "perâ€" fectly grand! Bo simple and sweet!"â€" Fdith Sessions Tupper, in Chicago One extremeo detail of feminine vanity is shown in those photographs where the subject exhibits the teeth in a "Weâ€"useâ€" Sozodont" smile. No woman, ugly or pretty, looks well with her mouth ajagp ia a photograph,. But you could not persuade a woman with a fine set of teeth not to grin in a photograph; no, not if you w:rs *4 to!k until you were, black in the face. She has got 29M8 thing good, and proposes to show it. # er may suggest and look as if her life were spent lolling on a divran or sitting like a queen in a big carved chair, Way is this? pegy. 3. F e You get into your togs in the dressâ€" ingâ€"room and then a deft little lady comes in with an entire makingâ€"up layâ€" out and redders your lips and checks and blackens your eyelashes and rubs smudges under your eyes so they will look large and souiful, and _ powders your hair and nose and then stands off and looks at you and says: "My, but you do look stunning!" And you glance at yourself in the mirror and try to perâ€" suade ‘)"ourself that that awful vision is truly beautiful, and presently go forth to be posed and studied and talked over as if you were a bale of goods. If you are proud of {our figureâ€"and most womenâ€"fat, thin, buxom or scrawâ€" ney, areâ€"you are presently persuaded to lay aside your bodice and the photoâ€" grapher‘s assistant â€" the deft you woman before mentionedâ€"twists a yo,:g of tulle around your shoulders, sticks a cluster of artificial flowers in your hair and tells you to look to heaven and they will get something uncommon. A man always feels like a fool when he sits for his photograph. A woman is in her clement. _A man will make & superhuman effort to appear unconâ€" scious, and succeed in looking like an awkward booby. A woman will throw herself into any casy Poas a photogn|pl|- EL IL nbeacmatk mm Tant an if hay Vike Time was when you went to a phots grapher‘s with a decent frock and leaned against a rustic gate or a marble pillar or on one arm on a table, and the deed was done. It was a slmple enough operâ€" ation, over with in five minutes, and the picture was universally voted a great success. But nowadays we have photoâ€" graphic "studies" and "portrait studies," and we must live up to our blue china. So it comes that to prepare for a visit to a fashionable photographer is like getting ready for a European trip. You must take a maid and a cab and your best evening frock and satin slippers and pearl necklace and picture hat and a few yards of gauze and some artificial flowers and the Lord knows what not. I have known this trick sprung on lots of women who were vain of their charms. The result was that when the pictures came home there were rumâ€" blings along the domestic horizon. "Why on earth didn‘t you take off all your clothes?" growled a husband of my acâ€" quaintance when he quite recently beâ€" held a "study" of his wife in one yard of gauze one poppy and one sweet smile, #\