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Itonâ€" real free ains her and ether or mnibus, of them London uch #s ten per t foreeâ€" uthful. in the ear you are question ng the d T what I 10¢. Pra# agents or eft, and the omâ€" ronto 1.30 Saturdays GSTON. ul : below f good nee of THE CRA. ave tratiog* HY heir 10 The Refreshing Fragrance "Another queen!" says _ Jeanne, musingly, _ her eyes fixed _ upon the fairyâ€"like towers. "I didn‘t know there was more than one queen in Engâ€" land." "Queen Jeanne!" he says, tenderly. "Queen Jeaâ€"â€"" Then she sinks back and turns pale. "Isâ€"is thatâ€"â€"" She is too overpowered, too bewildered and amazed to conclude the question. "That is Ferndale Castle," he says, lightly, and adds more emayk: "Your future home, if you should e to it, Jeanneâ€"if notâ€"well, we will try some "Our future homeâ€"yes," says Jeanne. "But it seems all so unreal." "It has stood for a good many centuâ€" ries, too," says Vane, trying to laugh her awe away. The next moment Jeanne sees a huge pair of gates fly open, the mellow notes of a horn arise upon the summer evening, and Vane says, cheerily : "We have just m«{ the lodge gates." Then, in a brilliant panorama, passes velvety lawns, with glittering beds of flowers set, jewelâ€"like, in their midst; the ground rises, with terraces of white marble and statuary, tier on tier; then, with a eweep, the road winds around to the front of Ferndale Castle itself. _ _ Instantly, as if their :‘]’)Kroach had | been anxiously watched awaited, handsome liveries appear at all the doors; the carriage is surrounded by atâ€" tentive and eager, yet not bustling, serâ€" vants, the great hall doors clang open, and Vane, drawing Jeanne‘s hand within his arm, walks up a long double line of servants into what looks to Jeanne like a church, by reason of its vastnessâ€"its old, glistening oak, battle flags and stained windowsâ€"but it is only the huall, Here and there are more servants, in full and most elaborate liveries, looking {‘mr- ticularly splendid in the light w ich passes, manyâ€"colored, through the paintâ€" ed windows. It is a scene so grand, so rich, and withal so noble, that Jeanne would think it nothing but the unsubâ€" stantial fabric of a dream, but for the Kessmc of the strong arm that holds rs, and Vane‘s dep voice, as he says: "Welcome home, darling!" Suddenly, noiselessly, the glittering erowd of liveries seem to molt. Jeanne Â¥ erc Suddenly, noiselessly, the glittering erowd ofi liveries seem to melt. Jeanne finds herself, still leaning on her husâ€" band‘s arm, ascending the great stairâ€" ease, up which, as far as width is conâ€" cerned, they might very well have been conveyed by the travelling carriage. "Look over, Jeanue," he says, when they reach a wide, sheltering gallery. "See, down there on that marble floor, many a struggle has been fought out, Oncée the Roundbeads laid siege to the place, andâ€"confound themâ€"took it. The men fought to the last, even t.oktho very _ 1 0. Th ts ~ 24 Whes Atrcp s 96 last, and it lay strewed withâ€"but never mind. We‘ll put these cheerful stories off until your dinner; which, by the way, when will you have?" Jeanen stares and blushes, but says, TEA is the comfort of all the women who have NERVES are soothed and tired muscles INV FLAVOR Is MOS8T DELICIOUS, \ 10 ib ckd PW TVE Jeanen siures and blushes, but says, with a pretty little air of independence: "Oh, very soon, please, 1 am so hunâ€" y." ‘r"So am I," says Vane, and he turns to the graveâ€"looking individual who comes to met them. "Southall, tell them to let °C haus anme dinner in bhalf an hour, it Â¥Oices. "I hope I see your ladyship well?*" Poor Jeanne looks around to see w her ladyship may be, then suddenly, opllecting herself, smiles shyly. , e i o 2 We i Winenecmae LOVE AND A TITLE _ _ We Ee NC _ nc k Poor Jeanne looks around to see where her ladyship may be, then suddenly, ree¢â€" pllecting herself, smiles shyly. "This is Mre. Flemin{i'n,t.he housekeep er,." explains Vane, in is careless fashâ€" kon,. "Hope you‘re well, Mrs. Fleming? That‘s right. Will you send her ladyâ€" ship‘s maid *" "Will her ladyship permit me to conâ€" duct her?" says the old lady, gently. "I thought"â€"â€"sahe was going to ug ‘her ladyship would bring her owa maid"â€"â€" but stopped in time and fooked gently at Jeanne. "Ah, yes, of course," says Vane. "Jeanne, do not be long. Of notfilag will be left of me but my skeleton!" with pu‘mwmwm lovingly and goes on to his own reoms. | Jeanne looks after him for a moment, ‘\then follows the old lady down a corriâ€" dor,vhichhuiuoldokrehe'vd‘t:fi exquisite intnigs on panels of d â€"gold. Gns:.ally the decorations rvw of &tz character, and presently the lady opens & door and ushers Jeaame, with & little eqm«{;imo & deticious little room, furnished in exquisâ€" '..muâ€"tlitthneninthooldwd C «"*~__‘ iaaka around with ite tmsteâ€"& Te 0 0 000 nenammel @ castle. Jeanne looks around _ with hushed breath, then, with an exclamaâ€" tion of childish delight, she runs across B°" @oon and stands before a picture L. 685. ce m) wastili Wns which is bung 'â€"n ts a pict Only One Best Tea. Blue Ribbon‘s It. T icture of gray © with billowy sea, over the antique OF a HOT CUP OF STEAMING cliffs and s 1. and a boat sailing in over the bar. _ It is the Nancy Bell. Jeanne knows whose hand painted it, and her ?h“ fill with hl&&y â€"â€"too happyâ€"tears. The old lady watchâ€" es her from a respectful distance. "Whenâ€"do zou know how this came here ?" she asks. # o uv'.‘;d.y lord sent it a week ago, and gave Efiwfion‘ where it was to be hung, my y.” "Itâ€"it is a picture of my boat, and Newton Regis, where I come from £" says Jceanne, explaining. |_____ _ _ _ iÂ¥es, my lady," say x , my ,." says Mrs. Fleming. "This is your lanship}s own room. Tul‘\i is the dressing room," she adds, opening another door, "and the next is your ladyship‘s bedâ€"chamber. That door leads to my lord‘s rooms. | They have been deâ€" corated and refurnished en suite, my lady. 1Is there any alterations your lndfiv::fip would like madeâ€"â€"â€"â€"" "They are simply perfect," says Jeanne "and what a lovely view !" _ & Mrs. Fleming goes to a wardrobe inâ€" stantly, and Jeanne with a sensation of never requiring her hands any more, reâ€" | signs herself into her care. t "Your ladyship must be very tired," says the old lady, setting about her task | in the gentlest manner, and wondering ‘ where my lord found this exquisite Ilm‘v- en EEte e s on d "The best from the castle, though they are all beautiful," u‘ys Mrs. Fleming. "Will your ladyship allow me to remove your hat ?" is Sig is c N Depp on es rogn us ue amme * Jeanne i)lushes, then with her did laugh, shakes her haad. | ol 22 08 Lh t â€" ts Mssc anaininbr dher ~aiimenatiat y "I have never had a maid in my life," she says. "Iâ€"I think I‘ll manage, butâ€" don‘t go, please," she says, as the old lady, dropping a courtesy, moves awÂ¥y. "You shall stay in case I want help. Oh, where are my boxes ?" C o "In the dressingâ€"room, my lady,‘ ‘says Mrs. Fleming. "I made glste to get them up while your ladyship was downâ€" stairs .and I will get what your ladyâ€" ship requires. It is all magic, Jeanne thinks. "Oh, yes, thank you. Well, then, there is a thin black lace dress thereâ€"â€"" __ er with t silky bair "1 am, and I am not." says Jeanne, leaning back with a luxurious sense of rest. as Mrs. Fleming loosens the mass of silken hair and brushes it gentlyâ€"alâ€" most lovingly; "and you are the nouseâ€" keeper ?" "Yes, my lady." Jeanne ‘sighs rather wistfully. "L wishâ€"â€"" AMirs. Fleming suspends her task. "Yes, your ladyship." "I wish you were my maid," sayt Jeanne, frankly. The old lady‘s face lightens up. ! "Your ladyship is very good to say so," she says; "you have only to say so; there is no difficultyâ€"my duties are very light." _ s i o W‘."'Yl'l;;.ymv:vil] be very light so far as 1 am concerned," says Jeanne, laughing. "I am sure of that, my lady; too light." It is all settled. "If 1 wanted a white elephant, I supâ€" pose 1 should get it !" thinks Jeannne. "Yes, it is a great thing to be rich and powerful, for all Vernon says to the contrary." With‘ deft hands Mrs. Fleming arâ€" ranges the lace dress, fixes a flower in the silken curls, hands Jeanne a pair of blush pink gloves, fastens them, and pronounces the toilet finished. C n es "You must show me the way down,”} says Jeanne, "or I shall lose myself in the castle keoep, perhaps." | "It wlln ot be the first time in the hisâ€" tory of the castle that a lady has found herself there." says Mrs. Fleming, with her gentle smile. Jeanne follows her down the stairs and across the broad hall, but there her further services are endeed unnecssary by the appearance of Vane, who, in evenâ€" ini(;l:.”s‘ awaits her. s. Fleming musing, watches themâ€" the slight, girlish figure against the stalâ€" wart broadâ€"shouldered oneâ€"for a moâ€" ment, with something like a tear in her eyes. * ‘ y"“‘ Lk s0 ds on o4 D20A 009 semammmive *"God bless her sweet heart !" murmurs \ the old lady. "She be a flower, indeed! . No wonder he loves herâ€"the heart of a stone she‘d coax." Oh, mesdames, if you only knew how easy it is to win the affections of those beneath you* 1lf any one had been reâ€" ?;ired to die for my Lady Jeanne, Mrs. eming would have been quite ready to go cheerfully to the stake or the block in her stead. In ten minutes the select servants had been informed that "my lady" was the most beautiful creature that ever the sun shone onâ€"and an angel !" exclaimed Mrs. Fleming. "I wonder how long they have been married ! Just like my lord to keep everything so sec:et £* hiigh br~\atnd. 190 7 $ d © «Poor Vernon!" says Jeanne, caressâ€" | ingly, as they enter the room in which . dinner has befn laid, and se looks: around at the exquisite decorations of: subdued grey, lit here and there by a choice picture or a touch of gold. "How you must have suffered in those rooms at the Park! Ican understand now!" He smiles, and whispers in her ear: "I was happier there than anywhere elseâ€"when a «rtain young lad'y by the name of Jeamre was in them!‘ There are swxeral footmen hovering to and fro, but at a signal from Vane, the butler, a staid old gentleman, dismisses them, and himself waits, which, if Jeanne only knew it, is a great and marvellous piece of eondescension. It is not an elaborate dinnerâ€"which Vane detestsâ€"but its simglieity is renâ€" dered elegant and artistic by the French chef, who has «peat a mEnyhom {he childâ€"woman‘s smile and soft, INVIGORATED. THE TL old 3 in designing and perfec it, so as to ntake it suut bothpemy 3;'5 the marquis * Jeaaneâ€"â€"tungry Jeanneâ€"whose experâ€" eanneâ€"w ience of dinners is limited to those arâ€" m by sunt Jane, and the buv{- solidity of the pastryâ€"cook, thinks it simply delicious, and would say so if she did not fear the butler would exâ€" pire on the spot. But Vane does not seem to entertain any dread, and is just as bluff and cheery and simple as of old ; once: heâ€"actually so far forgets himse‘f as to get up ‘and fill Jeanne‘s glass, layâ€" as t:,&et ug and fill Jeanne‘s glass, layâ€" ing his Rhand, as he does so, on her white, warm shoulder with a loving caress.. lf the butler is shocked he manages to conâ€" ceal his emotion admirably, and waits, like an exquisitelyâ€"fashioned machine, all eyes.and ears for their lordship and ladyship‘s wants, and none for.. their manners. At last the staid old gentleâ€" man brinfa in, with great solemnity, a tiny ‘bottle, all crusted and cobwebbed, sni handling it with the tenderest care, uncorks it and places it at Vane‘s elbow. m""',?{éh"i bow 'wm w&uld have beâ€" come a bishop, noiselessly disappears. Vane takes up the little wicEer cradle in which the bottle lies. CH8 wo P s "The old port," he says, with a laugh. "Tully is in an admirable humor toâ€"night. I don‘t get this every day in the week, Jeanne. It strikes me rather forcibly that this is intended as a compliment to {_ou. You‘ll have to help me to finish it; ufl{wuflddhdgi:émddhguflif we left any of it. Come, for his sake, if not for mine," and again he leans over, kissing her this time as he fills her glass. Jeanne‘s | laughing firomt is of no avail, and the wineâ€"well worthy of Tulâ€" ?r’: adorationâ€"is finished. Then Vane ws aside a curtain, and Jeanne sees beside it a small conservatory of choice ferns, amid which is a Cupid pouring a spray of silvery. water from a shellâ€"a dainty little drawing room in which Mr. Lambton would have felt anything but at home, for lack of crimson and gold, of which in this exquisite little room there was absolutely none. ie‘ sA â€" "So '-i'fisâ€"i'sâ€";rfrzii';{ palace? And will you turn out a wicked magician or an ogre, Vernon?" says Jeanne, archly, "There are nothing but surprise at every turnâ€"who would have dreamed of this dear little conservatory, and those ferns â€"those ferns?" C A§ n "Mind the water!" he says, laughing, as some of Cupid‘s spray falls fightly on her hair. "I used to smoke .here," he adds, "when I was a happy bachelor. When a man‘s single he live3 at his ease. Ah, well, I suppose I shall have to turn out in the smokingâ€"roomâ€"a huge apartâ€" ment, in which I feel like a fly in Hyde Park!â€"or go into my own den, perâ€" hu”r” ©No," says Jeanne; / here, sir, or nowhere." "Can‘t, mum," he says, laughingly; "what would Mrs. Fleming and Tully say? Jeanne, I am glad you have come to be the mistress, for when I do anyâ€" thing wrong I shall slink of and leave you to battle with the real master and mistressâ€"â€"" P 4 "Why? says Jeanne, opening her eyes wide. °"I believe they would burn the place down, and throw themselves on the ashes, if you wished it. No, you shall smoke here." _â€""Or here," he says, going to an open window and stepping onto the terrace. h ie l4 itfi muahnP hrtcted 4 Sn â€" t t in in tbtalotantas td Jeanne follows, and there is another surprise in the grand view, which lies stretched out beyond the apparently inâ€" ferminable gardens, and backed up by the glorious Surrey hills. _ _ "Ohâ€"beautifulâ€"beautiful!" she exâ€" claims. 5 Een t "Yes," he says; "they say it is the finâ€" est view of its kind in Kigland. Where is my cigaretteâ€"case? Here, Tully," he calls out to the butler, whose shadow is thrown from one of the windows, "send Willis‘"â€"(Wilis was Vane‘s valet)â€""up for my cigaretteâ€"case; there are some cigars, too, in my coat; tell him to empty the pocket and bring the conâ€" tents." He takes it, slips it into his pocket and goes out onto the terrace. "Play for me now, Jeanne," he says, lighting a cigarette, and Jeanne plays. Leaning against the terrace he looks into the sweet summer night softly sleepâ€" ing under the shadow of the hills, and thinksâ€"well, a man who is grasping his overbrimming cup of happiness does not think much. Jeanne, innocent as a child, NEPPY 02 child, and in years as one, sings softly,{ almost to herself, andâ€"the letter still remains unopened. Suddenly, as he feels for his matchbox his hand touches it, and he takes it from his pocketâ€"takes it and eyes it susâ€" piciously, halfâ€"fearfully, and with the repugnance of a man looking at a beauâ€" tiful but deadly reptile. For a moment he turns it over, and then is about to replace it in his pocket, when, as with an effort, he forces himâ€" self to ogen it. Even then he might have escaped, and have quaffed that cup.of happiness to his heart‘s content, for there is not enough light falling from th: roo? on t{?e h m on o 4n nBE 0 1 iss oho Hank in ho anitun‘ ~iraifiinhs â€"actnlinbcr mater 6 Aut oo B terrace to read the letter by; but his evil geniusâ€"that evil genius which, so the superstitious legend declares, haunts & Ferndale at his happiest momentsâ€"imâ€" ml him to go to the window of the dinâ€" â€"room. and there, with an impatient festure, of distasteful reluctance, he unâ€" olds the letter. â€" As he does so it gives out a delicate perfume, which almost de cides him to return the letter to his poeâ€" ket, for he knows the perfumeée and hates v it. But with a curt laugh at his folly, as he calls the warnings of his better genâ€" ius, he goes to the window and reads : there is an ehborately-embhzoned erest on the head of the paper; the writing is of a thin and dainty character, there are no crossings, no erasures, every word is distinctly written, andâ€"Heaven! how it bites. f My Dear Vaneâ€"Do_you thinkâ€"you (REw G thszw e #rol PPE MR ENT wiro BV CPUDEUAECT 1O3 . 000 )0 m F is distinetly written, andâ€"Heaven! how it bites. * My Dear Vaneâ€"Do_you thinkâ€"you who krow meâ€"that I could let your marriage pass by without a word ?! No, mon ami _ Did we not decide, we two, says Jeanne; "you shall smoke innocent as a child, happy as a tm . Li d absurd idea into form and practice, and that you tried to play the peasant, and, like a king in disguise, wooed and won some charming, innocent, and unsophisâ€" ticated beggarâ€"girl. Well, I laughed, and of course you will laugh with me, now that your plan dropped Ehrough and your disguise was penetrated. Ab, Vane, I think you must have loved her indeed, not bhalfâ€"heartedly as you lovedâ€"well, one who shall be nameless; i;m must have loved her, or Xon would ve left her when you found that she knew with whom she w&s falling in love, and was not blind to the advantages of a coronet and a marquisate. Tell me, Vane, weren‘t you rat%er jealous, tooâ€" (not rather, but very, or I do not know you !)â€"when you found that %ou had not been the first, and that Clarence CC Cagg To onl en Li LC t not been the first, and that Clarence Fitzj‘:.mes had tried to pick and wear in his buttonâ€"hole the flower which you thought you alone had discovered ? (To be contimued.) HOT WEATHER AILMENTS. The best medicine in the world to ward off summer complaints is Baby‘s Own Tablets, and it is the best medicine to cure them if they attack little ones unâ€" expectedly. At the first sign of illness during the hot weather give the child Baby‘s Own Tablets, or in a few hours the trouble may be beyond cure. These Tablets cure all stomach . troubles, diarrhoea and cholera infantum, and if occasionally given to the well child will prevent them. Mrs. Edward Clark, Meâ€" Gregor, Ont., says: "I used Baby‘s Own Tablets for my little girl, who suffered from colic and bowel troubles, and I found them the most satisfactory mediâ€" cine I ever tried." This is the experience of all mothers who have used this mediâ€" cine. Keep the Tablets in the home durâ€" ing the hot weather months and you can feel that your children are safe. Sold by all druggists or sent by mail at 25 cents a box by writing the Dr. Williams‘ Mediâ€" cine Co., Brockville, Ont. Rates to be Lowered Again to Keep Diviâ€" @ends Below 25 Per Cent. ""Pis forty years since," and what a difference between then and now! At that time men wwre saying the Suez Canal never would or could pay operating expenses. At the present time its profits are so enormous that the company is( compelled again and again to reduce the tolls in order to keep the dividends withâ€" in legal bounds. Of a truth, Mr. Greenâ€" ' wood was prescient, when, 30 years ago, he persuaded the British Government to buy the Khedive‘s shares. Lord Derby, the Foreign Minister, did not like the scheme. Sir Stafford Northcote, Chanâ€" cellor of the Exchequer, distinetly disâ€" approved it. Disraeli himself, Prime | Minister, was doubtful. io 4e y\ pa PROFITS OF THE SUEZ CANAL. A Jilted Man‘s Triumph, ‘ Mrs. Williams Freeman, tie novelist, nodded toward an angular woman of forbidding asgect at a tea. "YÂ¥ou would hardly believe," she said, "that she was once & verg beautiful girl. And she was as vain and selfish as she was beautiful. She jilted three desirable young men in two years. "She had, I lngose, a good time while her beauty lasted. Now her beauty is g:ne and she is alone in the worldâ€"a rd, eruel old woman, with a bitter UURIRUC* “ind if she once trinmphed over men, now, if they are vindictive and cruel enough, may triumph over her. ‘One of the men she jilted was suffiâ€" ciently cruel and vindictive for such a triumph. She met him a few years ago and said: «‘Let me see; was it you or your broâ€" ther who proposed to me when I was a tongue. girl?" «‘I don‘t know, m\dam,‘ the man anâ€" swered. ‘Probably it was my father‘" TORONTO 4% syCs % pod round sum in that Winnipeg wheat corner. :zit is to be hoped that the right crow 1 get hit. The town of Escanaba, Michigan, has had to borow $60,000 to keep its lighting plant tunning and pay off a $10,000 defiâ€" cit,. A private company would not have had the taxes to fall back on. Russia is gradually getting down. She doesn‘t shy at talk of an indemnity now. A few days ago she wouldn‘t recognize the word. _ New York has 6,997 acres of parks, valued at $297,680,069, or $77.56 per capita of the population. It is a large in vestment, but far from being large enough. It turns out that there is no truth in the story that the survey of the interâ€" national line gives Canada some villages supposed to be in Vermont. The eagle away. may doze Borax in Canadian butter is the comâ€" plaint now made by British critics. The Canadian who drugs butter for export does asgreat injury to our trade. He should be brought up short and made to sguffer for his offence. The crop scare fellows are at wortk. Don‘t be fooled by them. Present indiâ€" cations are for more than an average crop in most of the wheatâ€"growing counâ€" tries Those stories of rust and blight are intended for the wheat pit. It looks as if somebody stood to lose If it be true that the International Boundary survey puts Richford, East Richford and Stevens Mills villages on the Canadian side what a how! we may look for from the screamers south of the line! The Suez Canal shares are now paYying a dividend of 28 per cent., and the proâ€" portion of British shipping passing through the canal has risen from 60.2 per cent. in 1900, to 65.9 per cent. in 1904. And the rates have been greatly reduced. Now begin to watch for meteors when you are out late with Mary Helen. The earth is now passing through the zone of the Perseids, and from now till the midâ€" dle of August the meteoric visitants will probably be numerous, The maximum dis play will be about August 10, the metâ€" eors radiating from the constellation of Russia appears to be making up her‘ mind that having had her little dance she must pay the piper. And the bill will not ‘ be small. If Japan is modest she may ask $1,500,000,000. _ And if she insists upon it Russia must pay it. It is a lot of money. In Canadian silver coins it would weigh about, 107,150,000 Troy pounds. A good counter working ten hours daily and counting sixty dollars a minute could, if he took no periods of rest, count it in & little less than 133 years. _ It is a big sum to think of; a crushing penalty to have to pay. Perse us of the strawberry. . I¢ is said to cause l gout of a most excruciating kind. . A London physicians says strawberries are ' positively poison to some constitutions. ‘ The ankle and knee become tender and show slight swelling. Before the swellâ€" ing the patient invariably experiences sharp shooting pains in the knee and ankle joints. Other victims are affectâ€" ed in the small of the back. Nonâ€"drinkâ€" _ers do not escape the complaint, and many temperance people who have conâ€" &sulted their local doctors bave been bluntly told to knock off drink for a week or two. . Of course a qualified apology follows when the discease has been aiterwards diagnosed as strawberry gout. Now must we give up the strawâ€" berry ? It seems that all of the Hubbard‘s side with Mr. Dillon Wallace in the difâ€" ficulty between him and the widow of the Labrador expTorer. Daisy Hubbard Williams, a sister of the dead _ man, writes to the New York Sun to say that "the estrangement between Mrs. Hubâ€" bard and Mr. Wallace is not shared by other members of Mr. Hubbard‘s family. She continues: English physiciang have rung the doom There is a disappointing stiffness in the radium market that bodes ill for its free uses in medicine, where much was expected of it. When Dr. Roswell Park, CURRENT COMMENT the eminent Buffalo surgeon, deavere® his interesting lecture to the Medical Asâ€" sociation in this city, the price was someâ€" thing under $1,000,000 an ounce, and none of the members present appeared to run much danger from carrying JATg® quantities of the commmeodity in their clothes or emergency Cases. Dr. Park &onghthuw.mhrm the available supply from certain ores found in the United States, and which were then being exploited. The rediuim market, however, remains as tight as ever, indicating that there has been no great increase in the supply. The other day Sir William Ramsay told a represenâ€" tative of the London Telegraph that as much as $100 a miligramme was being demanded for radium owing to the diffiâ€" culty of obtaining further supply. An auâ€" thority on the question says that as lmhndimumupth £2 last winter would now cost £100, and the prieeismfllyld'lmill-n““'w strong radium is being manufactured by | onlvy one man that be knows of, a Gerâ€" available is exceedingly small. not believe that there has been more thmhsltmmdudhnmuho- tured since Mme. Curie discovered the nawdement.ltilknovnthttvonh. in Cornwall were believed to have radioâ€" active pitchâ€"blende, and a British comâ€" pany was formed to exploit them, but the venture was abandoned. Now, here is an opening for the prosâ€" pector and chemist. With radium at $100 a miligramme, or over $3,118,000 a Troy ounce, and a brisk demand, the stake is a large one. The man who finds a mine of radioâ€"active mineral in his back yard will be able to afford porterâ€" house steak and this years‘ spring lamb chops, to laugh at the exactions of the sugar combine, and to receive a plumber‘s bfilfornpdrlwihhwtt.htmkyted- ing about the knees that no man of exâ€" perience needs to have minutely de seribed. CHANGE NEEDED. Sanitarium Life Not One for Permarent (Chicago Chronicle.) The consumptive, brown and robast, had just returned to town from a month in a sanatorium on a mountain top. He”hmd lived altogether out of doors, walking and reading in the wind and sunshine. He bad eaten three hearty meals a day along with two quarts of rich milk and a baifâ€"dozen raw eggs by way of extra. Now, twoenty pounds heavier, his eye clear, hbis walk springy, his face sup browned like a sailor‘s, he looked _a healthier man than his pbhysician, Ya his physician, 48 he watched him depart, "He looks cured, doeen‘t he?" he gaid. "Well, he is cured, but the oure is not ; ent. permanesks; 1 2. 1 .. 2000 «hull and ul PXmDag 0 CS "Take anybody, sick or well, @28 them in that mountain sanatorium, [Po‘: them fresh air, sunshine, raw eggs, rich milk, rare beef, and so on, and they wall gain in weight and vigor, just as this comâ€" sumptive has done. You‘d gain. P4 gain. "But when we return to town and reâ€" sume our ordinary life, what we had gained we‘d lose. We‘d fall back to norâ€" mal, to our normal, again. And that conâ€" su:ptivo is going to fall back to his norâ€" m "Â¥You see, be won‘t have the stimulus of a new air and of a new scene here, and without that stimulus his big appeâ€" tite will leave him. Me‘ll try to stuif still on eggs and milk, but he won‘t be able to do it. His stomach will go back on him. The rich, fat making food wil make him sick." "I know. I‘ve seen hundreds of euch cases. The thirty pounds gained in & month will be lost again in t\ree weeks “\\‘h( doesn‘t be stay at the sanatorâ€" ium?t Well, even supposing ho sould stay there, do you know what wo A happent The strangeness, the novelty, would pas« off there, too; the abnormal .Jypet.ite would fail, and up on the win -suwgt mountains, the same as hcre in the & city, the man‘s stomach would go b-l on himâ€"the rich milk and the raw egga would begin to sicken himâ€"be would re turn, as we must all return,. to normal, to the hopeless normal of the pbChisical." Mr. Soâ€"andâ€"So*". He had not mentioned his business and he knew it. With a perfect solemn face he replied: "I am a gig catcher for a geewobbleâ€" Ei;k"dm in Walnut street, Miss "And do you think, dearest," queried the young man in the case, "that your father will consent to our marriage?" T W We ue raas 7 e geear y i ‘_::;Tx;r;'-'ih;;;.”7renlied the fair n "My slightest wich is law with him." Smail Wisb, n li delivered