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f grain continue reâ€" , of Fall wheat sold at hels of oats at 46 to mR Cc3 9e of Fall wheat sold at hels of oats at 46 to ed, with sales of 25 I1 a ton for timothy or mixed. . Straw i8 eHing at $10.50 a ton. e fim, with sales at tter for a few choice rmers‘ Market. ttle Ma + : Reports Week. heat Markets. h SED TELEPHONE U n Merchants, Then 0 0 0 M e is a healthy : prospects are 1. _ Collections Trsde in the a quiet tone tod L this reâ€" 44} for timothy Straw | is $10.50 a ton. th sales at a few choice 0 )1 t NPi que le is fair. well alâ€" it is rathâ€" ctions are fair getting .. Arg 1ev is 0 47 0 63 9 00 0 60 0 00 11 00 9 00 10 14 d the Irade satis« 1 02 0 $ 0 18 U U have 10 6 vity ) OQ » 50 HW it n*% eat O O(# ist M M r on n W it W N We "I knew that," he says, with a quiet smile, sImost weary in its gravity. "I didn‘t think you knew me again," says Jeanne. a "I kuew yeu in &n instant," he reâ€" nds. "Pray don‘t think any more mnt it. lfi I afforded you any amuseâ€" ment,. I am quite content." There _ is something in his tone and v;ords wh? frritates and, exasperates Jeanne.. tbero‘is on‘ed'thing which a e:irl of" 17 hates more than another, it is to be treated ss a child, and Jeanne resents his cool, not to say indiiferent, recepâ€" tion of her spology. "But I did not mean it for you, "Iâ€"I don‘t mind it myself; do you*" It is an insane question, becaunse it gives him his opportunity; but he does not take it. "Not at all," he says. Now, if Jeanne had been a woman of the world, she would have let things rest where they were, would have chatâ€" ted demurely about things in general, and dogs in particular, would have skilâ€" fully steered clear of the snow topic until they reached the _ park lodge; then she would have takon her dog to the keeper. regained her skates, politely thanked ber courteous companios, ard let him drift away. But Jeanue is frank as a child; concealr.ent hangs or her as heavily as the Man of the Sea did upon Sinbad, and, with _ her usual diâ€" rectness, she says: "It is very kind of you to carry my skates afterâ€"afterâ€"what occurred yesâ€" terday afternoon. I am sorry. _ I beg your pardon. It was a mistake. It was 1 who threw the snowhall at you," she ”y-' at last, desperately, her face crimâ€" eon and her eyes set with a mingled deâ€" fiance and contrition. k "The dog‘s the heaviest," he remarks, quietly. "I‘ll earry him," says Jeanne. He bows, takes up the skates, and gives her his hand up tne ditch. For a full minute Jeanne, for the first time in her life, is too shameâ€"faced to look up; she almost fancies that if she does she will see him ‘put his hand up to rub the snow from his neck, as he did last night. Is it possible, she thinks, that he has not recognized her? Perhaps not. At least, she ventures to glance at him. Calm and serene he walks beside her, his handsome, slightlyâ€"haggard face as impassive as _ a Spanish hidalgo‘s. Jeanne‘s heart rises a little, anrd she takes another glance. Yes, it is the same man, the same wellâ€"worn hunting coat and boots, and he is walking beside her and carrying her skates,. And last night she threw half a pound of snow down the back of his neeck! _ It is just such a coincidence as would ordinarily cause Jeanne to laugh; but there _ is something about the stalwart figureâ€"a Presently he seems to awake or arouse himself from a reverie, and looks down at the dog. "Ile seems better," he says; "perhaps he can manage to walk." Jeanne makes a movement to put Masâ€" ter Terrier down, but he is far too wise to allow of any such proceeding, and howls immediately. "No. indeed, he can‘t, poor dog," says Jeanne. "It would be cruel to let him trv." : regarding her. _ "I am," says Jeanne could be so heartless as ing there in the snow." Jeanne colors ker tion. % grave dignityâ€"something _ about the handsome face, with its grandly, almost sadlyâ€"set gravity, which keeps the laugh in check. So they walked on in silence. * "Te 7'\7'6117 think the snow so very terri ble?*" he inquires, with polite gravity. -..'l;;n;l.;'hesitntes for a moment; then, with evident reluctance, motions to the skates. pas £ "It is swollen," he says. "Didn‘t you discover it at once?*" "No," says Jeanne. "It isn‘t my dog:; I found him here; he was erying. I am going to carty him home." The stranger looks at her skates and her muff, both lying on the path, and with great alacrity says: . o m "Allow me to do so; you are already loaded, and he is no light weight for you." "I can manage it," says Jeanne. And she picks up the terrier .and reaches for her skates; but when she has secured them there is the muff, and by the time she has got that, one skate has fallen, the dog howls, and the stranger nods, as if he knew hbow it would be. on t uce B 2s M : k c ticcs uce ty sn e Wt PPb ies 7 "I do not like to contradiet you," he says, "but you see you can‘t carry him. Allow me." "I‘ve taken it out," said Jeanne; "but he can‘t walk." "Let him try," says the stranger. "He has, and he can‘t," says Jeanne, decisively. "His foot is quite swollen, poor fellow!" o o‘ 5 _ The stranger jumps into the ditch, and bends over. Either he does not recognmize her or does not choose to exhibit such recogniâ€" tion, and, Jeanne, with a wild hope of getting rid of him, says, quietly : "No, they don‘tâ€"never, scarcely," reâ€" torts Jeanne, with quie'. indignation. "I‘m not afraid of him." "All right," he says, coolly. "But had not you better let me take the thorn out ?" Nothing. thank you; at least, it‘s t thorn in his foot." "Mind how you handle him, then," says the quiet voice. "Dogs in pain bite sometimes." Quality is Everything You seem very fond of dogs," he says, TEA is the crowning event of the tea grovfers’ art. TRY it once and nothing will tempt you to give it up THE FLAVOR ISs PERFECT. TRY THE REDLABEL s 1 Nob y s ol n The production of brightest carna to "But no one leave him lyâ€" a woman of > let things 1 have chatâ€" in general,. "Isn‘t it?" she assents. "But girls are very stupid, Hal says, and I think they areâ€"don‘t you*" "Yes" he says, gravely. * and ungallant assent. ‘"This is the Park Lodge," she says, "where the aog lives. I will take my skates now, please." 0M iR 3+ _ Jeanne laughs. She has got over her unwonted shyness and regained all hed usual fronkness, He seems so very grave and staidâ€"thougr there is not a hue of gray in his closelyâ€"cut hairâ€"that it is like talking to Uncle John in his most lucid moments. "That is unfortunate," he says, grave Iv. in answer. "Yes," says Jeanne, "so am I; but Hal is passionately fond of painting, and can draw. I can‘t. I‘ve tried, but my houses won‘t stand up straight, and my trees look like mops." ip) "Yes,‘ ‘says Jeanne; ‘it is called the Home Wood, because it is near the vilâ€" lage; there is a forest on the other side there," and she nods in the direction of a dark outline of trees, ‘That is beautiful! Perhaps you will paint the wood?" "Very likely," he says. "Then there is the river, and the old bridge. and the chape!l on the hill; that looks best by moonlishtâ€"you must see it some night, and paint it." He looks down at her, s+ruck by her frank candor. x "I will, by moonlight," he says. "I must get someone to act as guide." "Oh, anyone will show it to you." says Jeanne. smile. Jeanne laughs, softly. "Msr. Brown couldn‘t climb the hill; my brother will ta%e you to it ,if you like," she adds, ingenvously. "I shall be very glad," he says, "if he would not think it too mrch trouble." "Oh, Hal will not think it any trouble â€"and if he did, he would be only too pleased to go if you will show him some paintings. He is very fond of drawing," "And you are never mistaken," he. says. "Well, if you insist‘ upon having it in so many plain wordsâ€"I forgive you, Miss Jeanne," Jeanne looks up with a sudden surâ€" prise on her fair face. "Yes, that is my name," she says. He nods. "Yes, I know. I asked Mrs. Brown last night. You see I was curious." "You told herâ€"â€"" begins Jeanne, with barelyâ€"concealed secorn.! "Nothing!" he says solemanly; "simply asked who lived at the old red house, and she told me. Was that wrong*" "No," replies Jeanne, musing. And this, then, is the artist who has come to Newton Regis in the dead of winter, for some mysterious reason known only to himself. Jeanne feels all the curiosity of her sex aroused. It is something to be walking beside a real, live artist; _ it is something to have thrown a snowball down an artist‘s neck. Somehow Jeanne is vaguely disappointâ€" ed. An artist ought to wear his hair long, look thin and pale, and have a soft voice: her companion‘s hair is eut short as a soldier‘s, he is broadâ€"shouldered, his voice is deep and strong, though quiet and musical, and his face, though rather haggard, is neither thin nor pale. There is an cloqueat silence, during which they emerge from the wood, and near the village. He is the first to reâ€" sume the conversation. "You are more offended than ever," asâ€" serts Jeanne, triumpnantly, "I can tell by the way you speak."" | | > .‘ . "A pretty wood, this; is it a shortâ€"eut to the station ?" "Your pardon," he says, and with inâ€" tense gravity, he raises his hat. "My dear lady, I am quite convinced that it was a case of mistaken identity, and I am flattered at being mistaken for anyâ€" thing so respectable as a clergyman. _ I rather like a snowball in the back of my neck, when it is thrown by so pretâ€" gracious a lady as yourself, and I am not in the least offended." "Iâ€"I think you consider that I was veryâ€"very rude and unladylike," says Jeanne. "I am not a child," says Jeanne, drawâ€" ing herself up straight as an arrow, "I am 17." _ "And you*" he asks, concealing a smile it her naivete. "And you think I am not goodâ€"naturâ€" ed, and that I have taken it to heart?" he rejoins, smiling at her tightened lips and daintily wrinkled forehead. "My dear childâ€"â€"*" he begins, aroused at last by her persistence to something like earnestness on his side. Jeanne hesitates a moment. She would like to maintain a dignified silence, but somehow this stalwart, handsomeâ€"faced stranger seems to absorb all the dignity himself, and, almost against her will, she says: "I thought it was Mr. Bell." "And who may Mr. Bell be?" he asks "THe is the curateâ€"my brother‘s tutor." ‘I see," he says, stroking his mousâ€" tache. "The clergy are greatly respectâ€" ced in Newton Regis." Jeanne colors and looks angry. ‘"He is very goodâ€"natured," she reâ€" torts, with significance, "and would not at all have minded." says, earnestly. "I did not know it was you who was coming." â€" > No# he says, looking at her with the same contemplative smile. "May one ask for whom you intended the pleaâ€" sant attention*"* , Jeanne laughs, her short, soft laugh "I will wait until you have got rid of Mrs. Brown?" he suggests, with a at all offended at his prompt go.id speak to Mrs. Lambton," and off she goes like an arrow. "Better late than ll:ever,” is Mr. ;‘iu- jJames‘ original remark "Got your ekates on, liulgertnm 1° "Yes, thanks!" says Jeanne, rising m&“dl the confidence of an adept. Mr. Fitrjames give you ‘a hand, dear," says Maud. o uh "No, thanks!" says Jeanne, and Mr. Fitzjames‘ hand drops to his side. "I will While Hal is fastening the last strap of the skates, a gentlieman glides out from the group. He is neither tali nor short, neither handsome nor piain, is dressed with the utmost care, and looks perfectly satisfied with himself. All this Jeanne takes in at a giance as he skims toward her; then, with a little affected start of surprise, Maud exclaims : "Oh, is that you, Mr. Fitzjames ? You quite frightened me !" He smiles a well satisfied smile. "Very sorry," he says, in the languid tone of his clas. "Can I be of any asâ€" sistance?" and he scans Jeanne‘s face fixedly. . 5. 3 "This is Miss Bertram, whom we have been expecting." said Maud. "Isn‘t it wicked of her to be so late?* ), ing her, he siowly slips the skates off hig arm:; as he aoes so, the wvillage hnfln{n passes, touches his hat, and sudâ€" [d.lz tops short ,anua commences lookâ€" ingcover his letters. . AlC $ ~(8, ehidA "Here you are at last !" exclaims Maud Lambton, skating up to them rathâ€" er unsteadily; "we thought you were never coming. â€" How do you do, Hal !" I‘ll call one of the servants to put on your skates, Jeanne." At a little distance is a group of men and women flitting to and fro with the aimlessness which pertains to the exerâ€" cise. _ Jearne recognizes Georgina movâ€" ing toward her gingerly, the doctor‘s wife striking out boldly, and one or two others of the Newton Regis notabilities skimming about. . On the edge of the lake stands Mrs. Lambton, clad in multiâ€" tudinous furs, and looking exceedingly chilly and uucomfortable, and behind her, like a goose out of water, Mr. Lambton, the great pillmaker himself, balaneing on his skates, and trying to look as if he enjoyed it. _ ; 6t 5. "Break â€"they‘re are." _ "Hal will do it, thanks!" says Jeanne, and seats herself on a chair. ur interesting patien zg the gate for her. "No matter," says Jeanne, firmly, "you must stay with us, and you must be atâ€" tentive. _ Remember you have promised to teach Maud to cut candles." "All right," says Hal; "you are awfulâ€" ly particular this afternoon, Jenâ€"on your best behavior,. _ You never used to mind a tumble." "All right, I won‘t," he responds, obeâ€" diently. "But, Jeanee, you don‘t exâ€" pect me to be waltzing attendance on the Lambtons all the afternoon ?" "I expect you to be a god, polite boy," says Jeanne, with fearful solemnity, "and I‘m afraid I‘m e«pecting too much." "I‘m afraid you are," he assents, canâ€" didly. _ "But, no, Jeanne, I will put on my company manners; you shall see how I can behaveâ€"oh, you just shall ! _ Ill take Maud‘s hand, if you like, and drag her about, and teach Georgina to cut eights." / ‘"Hal!" cries Jeanne, with wellâ€"foundâ€" ed apprehension, "no tricks. If you throw them down, you mightâ€"â€"*" i And as they step out of the park onto the edge of the lake Hal‘s face assumes an unwonted solemnity, and he raises his can. Hal stops his whistling, and looks raâ€" ther guilty. Jeanne, with a thorough knowledge of Hal‘s ordinary behavior, has hit upon a fair estimate of his inâ€" tentions. "Oh, you won‘t want me," he says, with illâ€"feigned carelessness. "Perhaps not," says Jeanne, "but you are not to desert us. You wicked boy, I know what you are planningâ€"you will skate off and leave me !" "Oh, I say, you know !" remonstrates Hal, "that‘s all nonsense." "Nothing of the kind," rejoins Jeanne, severely; "you must keep your promise. And, Hal, you are to be careful and not knock anybody downâ€"not even me." "And I don‘t when we‘re alone, but I object to spectators." _ C s "Especially when one is an honorable," says Hal, with a grin. f Jeane laughs shortly. "I‘d forgotten the honorable. Don‘t be ruder to him than you can help, now Hal." He raise his hat with a grave smile, and strides away, too well bred to acâ€" company her, now that there is no exâ€" cuse for it, and Jeanne follows after him more slowly, and quite at her ease. _ It _ never: ocurs to . her . that she has been rather more free and communicative with a saranger and a gentleman than is conventional. In all the ways of the world Jeanne < is stil childishly ignorant. To have trampâ€" ed by his side in silence would have been impossible to her, and she has only talkâ€" ed acording to her natureâ€"frankly and without reservation; her heart beats not one whit the faster, nor is her color a tone the higher for the episode in her quiet life. CHAPTER V. "Now, mind, Hal," says Jeanne, warnâ€" ingly, as Hal strides by her side, swingâ€" ing his skates to and fro and whistling "you are to behave yourself this afterâ€" noon. _ Remember, you are to keep with us, and not to start off for the other end of the lake by yourself." _ _ "Por, helpless, dear," retorts Hal. "As if you wanted any help ! You skate betâ€" ter than I do, Jen." ing." »*"Mr. Vaneâ€"Mr. Vernon Vane" he inâ€" quires. .**Only one for you," says the postman, handing him a letter. "Mr. Vernon Vane drops it in his pockâ€" et, and hands Jeanne her skates. "At any rate," she says to herself, laughing, "it wasn‘t a hard snowball, and it couldn‘t have hurt him, and I‘ve apoloâ€" gized !" and, with a clear conscience, Jeanne goes on her way. l _ But, nevertheless, she thinks a little of this artist, stranger, and finds herâ€" self wondering whethger he is really old, and whether he is as goodâ€"natured as he said. "Thank you," she says. "Good mornâ€" mterestmg pa}ient,” he rejoins, and their heads ! No fear, Jeanne too thick. _ Hush ! here they Several deep sea spiders which had been found at a depth of 800 feet were kept in a tank for several weeks. When ‘taken from the dredging net they were a dark brown, though presumably the spot where they came from was so dark that they could scarcely have been seen. o ie d 1t NEWEs . PCO O l Several were placed in the tanks of the zoological gardens, where they might be observed. ‘They showed great uneasiness, some of them even leaping from the tank. Another tank was prepared, where the natâ€" ural surroundings of the fish were imitated as nearly as possible. A branch of macroâ€" cystis, with leaves hanging in the water, was suspended over the tank, The most un@gasy of the fish were placed in the new home, and their change of feeling was soon evident. One swam at once to tne kelp leaves and poised itself, head downâ€" ward. Another, with head poised upward, became a remarkable imitation of the hangâ€" ing leaves in shape and color. The fish made no effort to escape. Another inhabitant of the kelp beds is an olive green crab, which clings to the under side of the kelp tangles. This crab also showed great uneasiness when it was placed in a tank. When the kelp was introduced it crawled upon it and was at once almost invisible, so much did it resemble the kelp leaves. Another crab makes itself look exâ€" actly like a rough stone. When it is alarmâ€" ed it draws up irs legs and appears a bit of inanimate rock. Yet even this type of apparently sluggish life bad‘sufficient intelligence to realize that in the light of the tank it was a @onspicnâ€" ous object, so it began to add sea weed to its back. The sea weed was plucked, then passed to the mouth, and finally attached, not to the back, but to the point of the shell above the mouth, so that it fell over the ALECIICCC® The fish vary in color. Some are amber, others orange or vivid green, while some have two hues combined, dark and light green or olive and yellow. These posuliariâ€" ties of form and color render the fish marâ€" velously like the kelp leaves among which it seeks protection. iz Miga n o o mc copne es i ce l mt w i Many insects, birds, animals an deven{ish and crabs are wonderfully clever imitators. They will take upon themselves the color, shape or position of their surroundings #o perfectly that neither friend nor enemy can discover their whereabouts. There is a fish to be seen in the kelp beds about the Island of Santa Catalina which has a clever way of making itself invisible. ‘The body is slender, with a pointed head and prominent eyes. Along the back is a continuous frill, which is the dorsal fin, while opposite the anal fin is equaliy ormaâ€" mented. _ 6 ( 4 . (From the Post, Thorold, Ont.)‘ Mr. Reuben Lindsay, a fruit grower at, Ridgeville, Ont., is one of the best known men in that section, having lived in the village or its vicinity all his life. All Mr. Lindsay‘s neighbors know that about a year ago his condition of health was very serious. ‘To use his own words he "began to go to piecesâ€"was all wasting away." When a reporter of the Thorold Post called on Mr. Lindsay reâ€" cently, he found him again enjoying the best of health, and when asked what had wrought his cure, he replied very emâ€" phatically, "Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills; they did for me what medical treatment and other medicines failed to do. In the spring of 1903," continued Mr. Lindsay, "I grew so weak that I could hardly move about. . My appetite completely failed me, and I seemed to be wasting away to a mere shadow. I grew so weak that I could not work, and could scearcely look after m}»; horses without resting. 1 doctored with two or three good physiâ€" cians, but got no permanent benefit. in fact, they seemed doubtful as to what my trouble was. One said liver trouble, another kidney disease, but whatever the trouble was it was rapidly using me up. Other ailing people will speedily find new health and strength through a fair use of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills. Every dose sends n#v, rich, red blood coursing through the veins, and that is the reason these pills cure anaemia, neuralgia, indiâ€" gestion, kidney and liver troubles, rheuâ€" matism ,.and all other diseases having their origin in poor or watery bloodâ€"inâ€" cluding the special ailments that make the lives of so many growing girls and women of all ages miserable. See that the full name, "Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills for Pale People," is printed on the wrapâ€" per around each box. If in dowbt, you can get the pills by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by writing the Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. FISH GUILTY OF DISSIMULATION. A neighbor who had used Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills with benefit, advised me to try them, but I felt somewhat â€" skeptical. However, I was finally induced to try them, and before I had finished the second box, I could note an improveâ€" ment. I continued using the pills until I had taken twelve boxes, when 1 was again enjoying robust healthâ€"in fact, 1 have no hesitation in saying that I beâ€" lieve Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills saved my life. Remembering my former unbelief in these pills, 1 gladly give this testiâ€" monial, in the hope that it may induce some other sufferer to try this great, healthâ€"giving medicine." Imitate the Color of Surroundings to Deceive Their Enemies. Dr. Williams‘ Pigk Pills Brought New Health and Strength. should give way." Jeanne laughs. "Not much fear of that." "Well, go on and enjoy yourself," says the poor lady, as if she were leading Jeanne perforce for execution, _ ___ _ "Yes, go on and enjoy yourself, Miss Jeanne!" echoes Mr. Lambton. rubbing his hands. "You‘re not a fraid of a tumble, I can see. ‘Ow‘s your huncle and haunt?" "Oh, yes," says Miss Maud, rather sharply. "Jeanne can skate very well. You know mammaâ€"it is really too bad â€"calls her 2 tombov!" Jeanne meanwhile makes her way to Mrs. Lambton, shivering on the bank, and shakes hands with that patient and suffering hostess. E4 Aeo "Not for worlds, my dear," answers that lady, with a shudder. "I can‘t bear the ice; Ishold fall and break my neck. Besides, I‘m all of a tremble lest it *Really," drawls Mr. Fitzjames, and he stares throug« his glass at the graceâ€" ful fiugre skimming along the ice. _ The Honorable Mr. Fitzjames looks down on the boy struggling with his skates, and deigns no reply, gbut, giving his hand to theâ€"eldest Miss Lambton, moves on. "Won‘t you come on, Mrs. Lambton?" she asks. "Got a gimlet?" breaks in Hal, already forgetting h« manners in his eagerness to be on the ice. her." s yA a o "No, of.course not," drawls the Honorâ€" able Mr. Fitzjames. "Skates well, by Jove "Dear Jeaune:" murmurs Maud, Jookâ€" ing after her with a smile of pity on her vapid face. "Such a irl, Mr. Fitzjamesâ€"so vety> i nd. yet WHEN DOCTORS FAILED 439 a dear creature. You mustn‘t mind {To be continued.) high and low, used their fingers. Hence in the royal households there was a Gigâ€" nitary called the ewer, who, with a set of subordinates, attended at the meais with basins, water and towels. ‘1ne surâ€" vival of ewery was evident after forks had come into fashion. We learn whon James I. entertained the Spanish Amâ€" basador at a dinner "Their Majesties washed their hands with water from the Knives and Forks, When we laugh at the Chinese for using chopsticks we have forgotten the fact that knives and forks are a luxury of comparatively recent date. Some three hundreéd years ago each man had his own knife, and at dinner seized the joint and cut from it such portion as he wished and passed it on to his neighâ€" bor, who did the same. The knife then cut the meat into smaller bits, which were put into the mouth with the unâ€" occiunied hend. XNomne of the sovereigns of England had | forks till the reign of Henry VII. A!l | Furthermore, the lighter forms of reâ€" creation have not been forgotten. _ A new band is now enrolled, with new inâ€" struments in advance of anything elseâ€" where; a cycling track is being Jaid down and money is distributed lavishly over the gardens and orchards of Pittencrief, while cunning sequestered walks and alâ€" coves in the romantic glen are specially devised for Dunfermline lads and lasses. Already curious eyes are directed toâ€" wnrd‘the ancient cathedral city and the linen‘mills have an abundance of appliâ€" cants for employment. There is an idea abroad and certain ministers and «tatesmen in this counâ€" try have brought it forward and may be considered responsible for it, that if the Imperial Government will purehase annually a fixed number of horses, say from 300 to 500, in Canada, a great stimâ€" luls will be given horse breeding genâ€" erally, and to breeding of the military type of horse in particular,. Falling in with this idea, the Imperiat authorities are anxious to put it to the test and, for reasons of their own, they fully reâ€" cognize the advantage that will acerue to the Empire from the opening up of a large and limitless market that can be drawn to meet the immense demand that will be created in time of war. . The real question then that has now to be answered by the practical experiment of purchase during the next few months is, can suitable horses be procured, and at an average price that will, when the horses are landed in England, favorably compare with that paid for remounts throughout Great Britain and Ireland? The average price paid in England is an open secret; it is £40, or say #200. This week the palatial new baths, built by Mr. Carnegie at a cost of about $200,000, were opened with much cereâ€" mony. In novelty of design and completeâ€" nes of arrangement they are superior to anything in the country. A great deal of misunderstanding harâ€" ing arisen concerning the objects of the Imperial Go ent in sending officers to this eou::’nbo purchase horses, or rather to see if horses suitable for the British army can be purchased, the folâ€" lowing short summary of the position should prove of value. This statement may be regarded as absolutely correct and authoritative. back like a gorgeous plume, making the crab conspicuous. _ _ _ _ Wondrous is the change over Dunferâ€" mline since Andrew Carnegie took it in hand. Indeed, it is not so many years ago when this ancient borough had the most primitive sanitary arrangementsâ€" the sewage was carried away by chanâ€" nels in the open street and baths were unheard of luxuries. First and A«:emost, the demands of the British y in peace time can be easily met within the four corners of the United Kingdom,. That demand is not large, and may be taken as a normal one of 2,500 horses annually. rising in corâ€" tain years to possibly 3,500 of all kinds and classes. °. But when it was startled the plume of sea weed would point upward and the crab would become a rock with a tuft of sea weed growing upon it, well calculated to deâ€" celve the most observing enemy. Only at dancing is there likely to be any straining; there are many Scotch households which send their sons and daughters to the teaching professor who regard the terpsichorean art as an invenâ€" tion of Satan. There is to be a special feature in the establishing of a residence hall where upon paying $250 the student will live what is described in the report as a truly hygicnic life and be under competent supervision as regards food, exercise and hours of study. Andrew Carnegie Endows College of Hygiene. The first college of hygiene in Scotâ€" land is to be provided by the Carnegie trust at Dunfermline. When Mr. Carnegie bought the Pittenâ€" crieff estate and handed it over to trusâ€" tees he also endowed the trust with a large yearly revenue and ordained that Dunfermline, his birthplace, should set an example to Scotlandâ€"and England too. This college is to be for students unâ€" der 18 years of age. The course lasts two years and there will be honors and pass certificates. The fees will be small. For each year‘s course the inclusive fee is $100. At the close of the curriculum the student will be qualified to teach anatomy, physioâ€" logy, (practical and theoretical), hygiene. theory of movement and elementary meâ€" chanics, child study, first aid ambulance and gymnastics in all its branches (inâ€" cluding remedial _ gymnastics), games, dancing ,swimming, teaching, singing and voice culture. Another part of the scheme is the exâ€" amination of school children, but this will have to be proceeded with tentativeâ€" ly as Sceotch parents are conservative in their prejudices. CA404¢44 444 4040404444 4444 48 34 4449494 4400499444 440009944 ; PDRCHASE Or RorsEs in ~~ ; CANADA FOR IMPERIALâ€"ARMY OOAAA 0A R 444 4400000090000 00 0004 44 0 88 4 4088888 8 ¢ +4 GIFT TO NATIVE TOWN. TORONTO i: ?‘m Captain Dl'floldvWWn you thiok, colonel, that water was intended to be used as a beverage* Colonei Rygleighâ€"The fact, sub, that an ‘nllâ€"wise Providence mpolled the bigge«t pabt .ot :. r:. ?fllkll‘ pubposes by putting salt in "*It is your living,‘ he said. ‘If you give it up, what will become of you?" . . "And to such logic Angelo had no anâ€" swer, as there was no hint in the Papal words that he would be looked after by the church, Thus he continues to give out letters and wears the King‘s uniform, giving his outward allegiance to the sovâ€" ereign whom his brother refuses to acâ€" knowledge, and privately praying the latter forgiveness for betraying him." That refusal of the Pore to give a fat place to one of his relativesâ€"and he must have plenty of them in a couri »o sumptuous and so large as that of the Papacyâ€"I call very noble and touching. 2nd. Draught horses, fit for being driven postilhon, with Horse and Field Artillery. The latter must not be less than 1230 lbs., 15.2 to 15.31% hands in height, strong, active and with good shoulders to enable them to move fast, and ever to gallop, when required; the age should be from 4 off meg years. In all cases the British Government reâ€" quires horses with short backs, good shoulders, plenty of bone and distinct evidence of quality, In the case of riding horses, those with a near cross of the thoroughbred are most likely to take the eye of the inspecting officers. _ "The Pope‘s brother Angelo, when Pius X. came to the Pontifical throne, wished to resizgn, and a number of letters passed between the brothers on the subject, but Pius X. would not consent to anything of the kind. It is, further, of more importance to Canada than to anyone else that, as the horses purchased will be regarded in Engâ€" land, as well as in this country, as typiâ€" cal, it will be in every way a great musâ€" fortune if those .entrzome are of a class and quality that will engender a beâ€" lief that the Canadian horse is of an inâ€" ferior type. Such a belief will probably do more harm to Canadian horse breedâ€" ing and the reputation of Canadian horses than anything else. _Two classes of horses are to be purâ€" chased Ist. Riding horses, fit for heavy and light cavalry, from, say, 15 to 15% hands. The British Remount Officers are in possession _ of detailed specifications, showing the exact type and qualificaâ€" tions of the horses required. same ewer, the towels being presented to the King by the Lord Treasurer and to the Queen by the Lord High Admiral," The Prince of Wales had a ewer to himâ€" self, which was afterward used by the Ambassador. ‘"The Pope‘s only brother is a village rostman, and the young man just dead, his cousin, was a police official, botb obliged, by their oaths, ipâ€"case of th« question coming up. to choose the King‘ part in any dispute with the Vatican. The eost of freight and insurance will certainly not exceed another $50, leaving $150, or tE:uihly alightly more, to be paid for animals selected on the spot. A higher sofice can be paid for horses of special eolor and tx such as horses suitable for officers‘ rgers and Houseâ€" hold Cavalry. 1t is therefore obvious that Canada is on its trial as to its abilâ€" ity to supply a suitable horse for army purposes. The first royal personage in England who was known to have a fork was Queen Elizabeth, but it is doubtful wheâ€" ther she ever used it. Forks came so slowly into use that they were employâ€" ed only by the higher classes at the midâ€" dle of the seventeenth century. _ About the period of the Revolution,. 1688, few English noblemen had more than a dozâ€" en forks of silver, along with a few of iron and stecl. _ At length the steel fork came in for general use and was manuâ€" factured in Sheffield. At first they had two prongs, but afterward another prong was added. "The death of a cousin of Pope Pius X. has again drawn attention to the anomalous position of some of his famâ€" ily. I need not go into the Roman ques tion, for all the world knows of the mor» tal feud between the Vatican and tht Quirinal, between Pore and King. _ And still at least two of the former‘s near relations have sworn to ‘be faithful to the inseparable good of King and counâ€" tryv.‘ Pius X. Refused to Find a Fat Bertt Even for His Brother, The Pope and his poor relations, writes T. P. O‘Connor, apropos of a news reâ€" port ,is a subject to ine of neverâ€"ending interest, especially as it shows what a fine, simple, democratic nature the Pope maintains amid the intoxicating gran deur of his exalted position: _ POPE AND HIS POOR RELATIONS The annual report of the Registrar General for Ontario shows that in that province alone, out of every one thousand children born one hundred and eleven die before they reach the age of one year, and in every proâ€" vince of the Dominion there is the same appalling loss of precious little lives annually, Most of these deaths are due to disorders of the stomach or bowels, and most of these little lives could be saved if mothers kept always at hand a simply remedy _ to give the little one at the first sign of trouDfe. Such a medicine is Baby‘s Own Tablets, which cures constipation, diarrhoea, indigestion, _ simple fevers, teething troubles, worms and other minâ€" or ailments,which if not treated prompt» ly become most serious,. And the moth er has a positive guarantee that these Tablets contain no poisonous opiate or harmful drug. They are equally good for the new born baby or the well growr child. Our Tablets have saved the lives of their little ones. You can get _ the Tablets from any druggist or by mail at 25 cents a box by writing the Dr Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. View of a LITTLE LIVES LOST (Cleveland Leader.) Pius ) the famâ€" ques mor» 1 the M * |