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3 Order YS. x Wild Splerdia Canâ€" the AL~ |/ BECAUSE rfiibh- self in t allenâ€"these be: Mme. Debrisay lost no time in advisâ€" ing Mrs. Puddiford to put the rooms in order, as it was probable that a genâ€" tleman would look at them next day. :lr.i eccentric. He does not wish to be eonsidered poor, or to seem poorâ€"atill ‘he is sound and reliable, and will be most _ "A very advantageous tenant, . Mre. Puddiford," added madame with some importance. ‘He is wealthy, but someâ€" He had been,. he said, excedingly unâ€" well, and confined to the house with a bad cold; that he was now considerably better, and proposed calling on Wednesâ€" day, first when he hoped his niece and her friendâ€"the orthographky of whose name had escaped himâ€"would assist in finding him suitable lodgings, as his preâ€" sent abode was cold and damp, and most prejudicial to his peculiar condition." "Wednesday first," repeated . Mona. "Does he mean Wednesday mext?â€"that will be toâ€"morrow." m;v;hlngto 7me.’_’ "He will come just in the nick of time," exclaimed Mme. Debrisay. "He is the wery man for the rooms upstairs, and they are the rooms for him. Now, leave "House and land. Why Deb, you are more imaginative than ever. However,. do as you like. I am awfully selfish, I am afraid, but I dread that poor Uncle Sandy may spoil our holiday." The following morning brought a letâ€" #er from Mr. Craig, written in what had Lbeen a business hand, now run to seed, and exceedingly shaky. of woe. to get better all the quicker, and then he will be off to his residence in the "Yes, it is, cherie. and I am ashamed of you. 3ut let the poor soul havre & bit of comfort, while he is in this strange wilderness of a place; it will help him It certainly is a bad season." "Yes; she will fret a good deal if she does not." And Mrs. Puddiford disclosed a tale west of Scotland. Perhaps he will return our hospitalities by inviting us to stay with him next year. I‘d like a month in the Highlands, and it you will only be guided by me, house and land and all will be yours." Mona enjoyed the pleasure I1“l':ldy Finistoun‘s letter. delightful to be remembered days. "He spoke that disdainful. ma‘am, that 1 felt choked like! To lose a good, reâ€" gular paying lodger, and him parting unfriendly, is trying." "No doubt it is, Mrs. Puddiford, but you will have nearly a fortnight‘s tent, and in that time I‘ll find another tenâ€" ant for you. I have one in my eye." There were depths in perhaps, beyond the rea plummet ; but there w w to make it discordant. it was called upon, the : it respondâ€"as a highâ€"m awers to the spur, or bre the attempt. tm The last lesson had been givenâ€"the last promises to write "directly they reâ€" turned to town" spoken, and Mme. Debâ€" risay and the junior partner, meeting acâ€" cidentally in the train, walked home toâ€" gether. y "I do think," said the former, "that ours is the reatest garden in the villas; but I fancy the trees are turning a litâ€" tle already." "The green has decpened, that is all," returned Mona. "Look, Deb! Mrs. Pudâ€" diford has put up a card. Mr. Rigden must be going sooner than we thought." must say lately. ashamed, and by which he is nsvertheless actuatedâ€"the broad k:ndliness that disâ€" dains no atom of humanity, but sees a Rossible self in the poorest and most second sight because he | and Mona w they thorou; come up aiter tea. i suppose he is ROMA.« do hope she will let the rooms soon. s\lr. Ridgen had returned early, and inâ€" ormed her that he had found better and cheaper roomsâ€"that he was going away to the country the next dayâ€"that he would take his dog, and would not return:; therefore Mrs. Puddiford might make out his acocunt at onee as he did not intend to hold any further communiâ€" cation with her. "SALADA" Well YÂ¥ Lead packets only. 40c, 50c and 60c per Ib. At all grocers. _ MHIGHEST AWARD ST. LoOUIS, 1904 Of its Absolute Purity and Delicious Flavor & atom of humanity, but sees i : _self in the rest and mos these bestow tre)ofavulty of trw sight on him who perceives much he loves much. gelme. Debrisaj na were happy together, becaus oroughly understood each other. : were depths in Mona‘s nature , beyond the reach of madame‘ t; but there w s nothing in her » it discordant. Indeed, the mor called upon, the more readily di« mdâ€"as a highâ€"mettled stce({ an o the spur, or breaks its heart it Won at Last CEYLON GREEN TEA _ _ is rapidly taking the place of Japan. d each other. Mona‘s nature, h of madame‘s nothing in hers ideed, the more ore readily did d, that is all," eb! Mrs. Pudâ€" 1. Mr. Rigden n we thought." orry, though I aved very well Puddiford to ose he is going. 1e rooms soon. 1 early, and inâ€" found better he was going rest and most faculty of true perceives much, Mme. Debrisay «ether, because its heart in It was so after many of answer "Well, there is no use in troubling your head about him now." "Uncle Sandy arrived in a "sawb," and Mme. Debrisay in her neat black dross â€"she never wore colorsâ€"and a pretty "But I can‘t help thinking!t I really liked Mr. Waring. He had a fine nature in some ways, and oh! I do hope he is none the worse, reallyâ€"for having met "Ah, grand Dieu! Don‘t cry, my darâ€" lin‘. _ You‘ll look a perfect fright, when your uncle comes! and, old or young, none of them have any feeling tor an illâ€"looking woman. Besides, you are quite right. If the poor young man was a born gambler, maybe he wouid have beggared you. Do not think any more about him. You have done the flowers beautifully." _ Mona made no reply, but she did not think the less. % "Don‘t!" cried Mona. "Don‘t; i canâ€" not bear it. _ And, you are mistaken, Deb; it is not my fault. Mr. Waring told me himself his tendency was to gamble â€" his natural inclination. _ He was honest and true, poor fellow! Oh! has he no friend to keep him straight!" "Hum! the friend that could _ nave guided him he could not get." "Still I can notâ€"I will not blame myâ€" self. He has forgotten me long ago; and as I am sure 1 should have made him but a cold, unsympathetic wife, he might have gambled all the same, if 1 nad of marricd him. You are too cruel, Deb!" eC Madame laid down the paper with a sigh. C 4 exclaimed. _ i "And so am I, keartily sorry," said Mona, stopping short in her task of reâ€" arranging some flowers. "Ah! if he had a good wife to keep "Abh! if he 1 him stranght." an ab at saY. _ truth i uses of at it." "Yes! poor grannie us and laugh and grumble a was amnsing to hear her the presont with the past elever. She never railed ences which had come al dently proferred things a be, but accepted changes BV n "Mona, my heart, write a line to your uncle; ask him to take his bit of dinâ€" ner with us toâ€"morrow, and mention that there are rooms to let in this house; but if they do not suit him we will look for others." "I will ask him to dinner, certainly; but let us leave the question of lodgâ€" ings to the chapter of acidents." "Mona, I feel a conviction that you should not let the nice old man _ slip through your fingers." "Dearest Deb, why do you talk as if I believed he had many thousands to bequeath, which I do not." Mme. Debrisay opened her lips _ to speak and then closed them firmly, keepâ€" ing silent for some instants. "Well, dear," she said at length, "may be you are right. I am a little inclined to follow ‘Willâ€"o‘â€"theâ€"wisps;‘ take your own way " "You are wise Deb after all, returnâ€" ed, Mona, going to the writingâ€"table, and beginning a note to her uncle. "Of course if he chooses to take the rooms, I will make no objection." served some t if 1 de Madan "I am sure madam, it will be rare luck to rent my rooms straight off, and to a relation of Miss Crarig‘s too." "I will come up and look at them, Mrs. Puddifrod." "They are all in disorder now, ma‘am; but I never let real dirt lay about." So. Mme. Debrisay ascended, and reâ€" mained some time absent. When she returned she took up the needlework she had seft and said, graveâ€" Iyâ€"_ Mi ‘kâ€"h And W ut 1 Th am sorry for that poor fellow!" she : no objection." ‘e will go out after dinner," _ obâ€" d Mme. Debrisay, "and I‘ll _ get ribbon for your hat. You will see don‘t turn out something equal to une Isabelle." have no doubt you canâ€"*" d Mmo. Debrisay glided skillfully from the subject in dispute. here‘s the "‘World,‘ ma‘am, just come said Mrs. Puddiford next morning. Rigden, he have left no address, 1 think I need not worrit myself t it so I leave it with you to look AN "l dan in all w ill th it an interrupte " returned Mme. Debriâ€" ay there isn‘t a word of se papers say but it amâ€" idle holiday time to :0ok l Mme., Debriâ€" is a paragraph asked Mme. Debrisay. _ _"Weel, I might take a biscuit and a "It is very trying!" said Mme. Debriâ€" say, sympathetically. &o- un.tnpsq( the cushions, and placed one behind him. "Thank ye, thark ye, dearie," in a more amiable tone. "You are looking better than I hoped to see you," she said, kindly. "Eh! I have been awfu‘ bad, and 1 am varra lonely in yon place. Womenâ€" ( kind are aye thoughtful for the sick and {weak, and I am pleased to take my bit dinner wi‘ you." "And we are glad to see you." , "Can ye cook ?" was his next quesâ€" tion. Uncle Sandy gave an inarticulate grunt in reply to this explanation, and then, lookinÂ¥ round and sniffing vigorâ€" ously he exclaimed: "What‘s that I smell so strong?" "Perhaps these flowers," returned Moâ€" na, who came in as he spoke, carrying his sticks and umbrella. L "Ay, no doubt. Just take them away, will ye?t They are varra unwholesome." "Not in your sittinf room, uncle, sureâ€" ly?" said Mona, smiling at the idea of the useless trouble she had taken. "I am no so sure; and _ you must _ remember _ I‘m _ frailâ€"varra frail; it‘s my breathing and my back, and my puir, â€" puir limbs" â€"in accents of the tenderest selfâ€"pityâ€" "that just wears and distresses me from morn tHL nights"©;> . + <5100, $43 "Oh, I hope you won‘t regret the change!" said Mme. Debrisay, politely. "You will not want to go up or down stairs much; and you see the folding doors to your chambre a coucher make it nice and airy." "To my what?" asked Uncle Sandy. "I dinna understand foreign tongues." _ "Your bedroom. You see, my dear sir, I am half French, and the language I have been so Iong accustomed to slips out now and then. Mona and madame had endeavored to make them look neat and cheerful, had contributed some flowers and a growing fern to the decoration of the sitting room and flattered themselves that Mr. Craig would be charmed with the attention. "Ah!" he groanedâ€"a guttural "ah"â€" dropping into a chair as soon as he had mounted to his rooms. "It‘s an awfu‘ way up! I was better or the groundâ€" floor in yon house." So after some haggling, for he would not bear of looking elsewhere, he became Mrs. Puddiford‘s tenant from the followâ€" ing Monday at the large rent of five pounds ten per month. _ oA It was a curious collectionâ€"a battered leather portmanteau, a couple of cushâ€" ions strapped on top of it; a tin box, bursting with the number of medicine bottles, lotions, and embrocations cramâ€" med into it; a large, untidy parcel of books, tied with many pieces of twine knotted together; and one inexplicable itemâ€"a _ large, â€" wideâ€"mouthed, brown earthen jar, a square of canvas fastened carefully over tne orifice. Theseâ€"a spare umbrella and two walking sticks of difâ€" ferent thicknessâ€"were carefully transâ€" ferred to his apartments. This intention was duly carried out, aad Uncle Sandy, after careful examinaâ€" tion, pronounced all to be "very good." "It would suit me weel to bide under the same roof with ye both" (he said "baith"), "and I do not wish to give any trouble. When ye buy for yersel‘s, ye can buy for me. When ye have a pleasâ€" ant book ye can lend it to me, and when I am frailer than my ordinair, she," a nod to Mona, "can read to me. Noo, I‘ll give aâ€"I don‘t mind, twentyâ€"five shillin‘ a week, for the twa rooms." "Let us see Mrs. Piddiford," quoth Mme. Debrisay. _ Whereupon a long discussion arose. Mr. Craig had no objection to be a monthly tenant. "I have let my wee place for two years," he said, "and 1 can bide better here than elsewhere." _ Uncle Sandy lost no time in shifting his quarters. _ o age n Early in the forencon of the day on which his week in the Camden Town lodgings ended, he appeared at Westâ€" bourne Villas with all his effects. I shall be obliged to go out a great deal." "Never mind. Pupils or no pupils, you stick to me." f Mme. Debrisay gave a slight nod and a proud glance, expressing, "Didn‘t I tell you*" most distinetly. "I‘ll look after you, if you will look after me!" he continued. "Whenever Maâ€" dame will come with me, I will go upâ€" stairs and see the place." 3 _ He spoke little while he eat, belonging to that uraffected class who think that dinner means eatingâ€"not social enjoyâ€" ment. When he had had enough, he pushed away his plate, and glancing at Mme. Debrisay and Mona, who haqa been quictâ€" ly waiting for him, returned thanks at some length, and thenâ€"very deliberateâ€" ly took a vial from his pocket, dropped a certain quantity into a glass, added water, ard drank it. rooms are to let?" "They are, uncle." "Then, if they are not too costly, I will take them. That youn% manâ€"auld Robertson‘s sonâ€"has not behaved as he should, ard it is as well I should have my brother‘s daughter to look after me." By this time dinner R@d been placed on the table, and Uncle Sandy appreciâ€" ated fried sole, some boiled ftowl, white sauce, and a choufleur au gratin, preparâ€" ed by Mme .Debrisay‘s own and still pretty hands. "I shall be very happy to do all I can for you, uncle; but you must remember that when my Pupils come back to town, T sLall ho abhaint kx a aut a avant "That‘s right; every woman ought to cook. Ye see, that‘s their natural work, that and doctoringâ€"I don‘t mean preâ€" scribing medicine, but seing to its beâ€" ing swalowed." Tae "Ah!" he said, "I have had a good dinâ€" ner. which is conducive to digestion. Now, Mona, what is the meaning of that bit card in the window; is to to say the "Well, not much." "You see, my dear sir," cried Mme. Debrisay, "the dear child has not much opportunity of learning; but she has a natural aptitude which 1 endeavor to culâ€" tivate." Mona, who had been making sauce for the salad, according to Mme. Debrisay‘s recipe, had just placed the salad bow! on the table, when he stumped in with the aid of a stick and umbrella. "Weel," he said, tumbling into a chair and holding out his hand to Mona, "I did not think I would live to see you again,, but here I am." lace cap, wemt out to assist his descent from the vehicle. .A sharp wrangle enâ€" sued over the fare, from which Mr. Craig â€"cool, persistent. and utterly imperviâ€" ous to insult, where "siller" was conâ€" cernedâ€"came forth triumphant. "Would you like any refreshment?" Every delicate baby starts life with a serious handicap. Even a trivial illness is apt to end fatally, and the mother is kept in a state of constant dread. Baby‘s Own ‘Tablets have done more than any other medicine to make weak, sickly children well and strong. They give the mother a feeling of security, as through their use she sees her delicate child dâ€" veloping healthily. Mrs. S. M. LeBlanc, Eastern Harbor, N. S., says: "Up to the age of fifteen months my baby was weak and sickly, and at that age could not walk. It was then I began using Baby‘s Own Tablets, and the change they wrought in her condition was surprising. She began to get strong at once, and has ever since been a perfectly well ehild." Every mother wgo values the health of her little one d keep a box of Baby‘s Own Tablets in the house. Sold by all medicine dealers or by mail at 25 cents a box from The Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. Stoves were unknown. All cooking was done at an open fireplace. Many of the streets were unnamed. Two stage coaches carried all the traâ€" velers between New York and Boston, and six days were required for the jourâ€" There was not a public library in the United States. A day laborer received two shillings a day. Every gentlemanâ€"Washington, for exâ€" ampleâ€"wore a queue; many powdered their hair. Imprisonment for debt was common. Virginia contained a fifth of the whole population of the country. * Merchants wrote their letters with quill pens. Sand was used to dry the ink, as there was no blotting paper. There were no street letter boxes; letâ€" ters had to be carried to the post office. It cost eighteen and oneâ€"half cents to send a letter from Boston to New York, and twentyâ€"five cents from Boston to Philadelphia,. . _ The Mississippi Valley was not so well known as the heart of Africa now is. A Century Ago. Few persons toâ€"day stop to realize how different things were in the States a century ago. Here are a few things to think of: f aches Common Among School Children. St. Vitus dance fs a discase that is becoming _ more _ and more frequent among school children. _ Young peoâ€" ple tire the nerves with study _ and trouble tages the form of neuralgia, headache, nervous exhaustion, . weakâ€" ness of the limbs and muscles, and what we call "being run down." _ In other cases St. Vitus dance is the reâ€" sult, and the sufferer frequently loses all control of the limbs, which keep up a constant jerking and twitching. There is only one way to cure this troubleâ€"through the _ blood _ wthich feeds and _ stnengthens the _ nerves. And Dr. Willims‘ Pink Pills are the only medicine that â€" can _ make the new rich, red blood that feeds _ the nerves and strengthens every part of the body The case of Flossie Doan, of Crowland, Ont., proves the value of Dr.â€" Williams‘ Pink Pills. _ Mrs. Doan says: "A couple of years ago my daughter Flossie was dangerousâ€" ly afflicted with St. Vitus dance, She became so nervous that after a time we could not let her sée even her friends. _ She could not pick up & dish, lace her shoes, or make any moveâ€" ment to help herself. She had grown thin and very pale, and as she had been treatâ€" ed by several doctors without benefit. I feared she would not recover. A friend advised me to give her Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, and after she had used a couple of boxes I could see that they were helping her. We gave her nine boxes in all, and by «that time she was perfectly well and every sympâ€" tom of trouble had passed away and she is now a strong well developed girl." § If your growing children are weak or nervous, if _ they are pale and thin, lack appetite or complain _ of headaches â€" or backaches, ngive them Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills and see how apeedily the rich, red blood _ these ills make will transform them into gright, active, _ robust _ boys _ and girls. You can get these pills from any medicine dealer or by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes _ for $2.50 by writin% The Dr. Williams‘ _ Mediâ€" cine Co., Brockville, Ont. "Ay!" said Uncle Sandy. "That‘ll do fine. I am just awfu‘ weary. Are ye going to give me a bite the day, as there is nothing preparit?" "Cortainly!" said Mona. "It was our intention to beg the pleaâ€" sure of your company," said Mme. Deâ€" brisay. 8t. Vitus Dance, Neuralgia and Headâ€" Uncle Sandy pitenea out trousers and waistcoats and socks recklessly until he reached the layer where the whiskeyâ€" botte was embedded; he handed it to his niece, and, having thrust his garments in again, locked the recoptacle; and, risâ€" ing with the help of madame and Mona, tumbled into his chair again, with many exclamations of pain. ‘The desired reâ€" freshment wa&s procured, and then Mona proposed that he should have the newsâ€" paper, and rest till dinner. _ _ _ _ "London whiskey!" cried Uncle Sandy, very audibly; adding with pious earnestâ€" ness, "God forbid!" _ Then, rising, he clutched Mona‘s arm with on hand and his stick with the other. "I have a drapâ€" pie in my portmantle, 2%¢ I‘ll just get it." "Can I get it for you, uncle?" "Naw!" very decidedly. "I never give my keys to anyone!" With many groans he bent his knees, leaning heavily on Monaâ€"for the portâ€" manteau had been placed on the floorâ€" and managed to unlock it. Mona had stepped back as soon as he let her go, lest he should think her inquisitive; but the heavy lid was too much for him. "Why don‘t ye give me a han‘?" he asked, querulously. fs 3 Mona came to his assistance, and the exceedingly mixed contents of the portâ€" manteau were displayed to view. ‘I am so sor}{! but we have not such a thing in the house. I will send Jane for some." "I am a temperance man, you see; but the doctors savy I ouzht to take a drap whiskey for my stomach‘s sake." _ 2 "Water alone, my dear sirt Will you not put something in to qualify it?" . NFRVOUS CHILDREN. DELICATE BABIES. (To be contipued.) It was here the mother was married more than thirty years ago and doubtâ€" less it will be there that the daughter will be married some day. For the maidens of the Brena family the bells of the cathedral are wedding bells, and on those occasions the men of the family perform a double duty when they pull the ropes, and those below seldom know that the ringing is for anything mqre.thnn‘ one °'.§fi reâ€" Troubles for Spring Days (Chapman, Kan., Lookout.) ‘These are the days when the old hen gets in her work assisting the radishes to come up; when the house dog begins a system of exâ€" eavating in the flower beds and when the Instead of living like peons, _ the Brena family lives among _ luxuries the poor of the city never have the pleasure of knowing. The â€" cement floors are covered with carpets, and furniture and pictures give to the sevâ€" eral rooms that are located there a homeâ€"like air that might cause the family to be envied in spite of the imâ€" mense number of steps it is necessary to take in order to reach them. _ At one side of the parlor is a piano, and Miss Brena and one of her brothers are skilled in its use. The music of the church and music that is _ never heard in the organ loft may frequently be heard by those who _ sit in the benches in front of the cathedral. Many have wondered where the sounds come from, and few have discovered that they come from among the bells of the old cathedral. / <x . the freshly prepared lawn. low. _ The fresh air of the country seems blowing about one, and it is reâ€" quires no effort of the imagination to believe it really is the same untainted atmosphere of the hills that circle the city. The Brena home is one of the most comfortable of homes. _ Its sanitary condition is naturally far superior to that of nineâ€"tenths of the homes on a level with the thousands of buildings that compose the city, and the air that reaches the cathedral home _ seems filtered of the nauseous odors that are not uncommon to those who live _ beâ€" Probably not one man out of ten knows that a family is living in one of the cathedral towers, and probably not one man out of a hundred known anything of the condition of that home. By far the majority of those who do know there is a family there i; is imâ€" agined that they live like ordinary peons. The idea doubtless prevails that the family lives like the poorest portero, but should any one pay a visit to this home above the city they would finds a home far superior to the average home in Mexico City. Births, Deaths and Marriages in a Great Cathedral Tower. So far above the pavement _ that those who walk in and out among the hundreds of passing vehicles appear like creeping insects, and ®o high that the ordinary noises of the city reach upward only as a confused murmur, lives the family that has the distineâ€" tion of being the most elevated in Mexico‘s capital. The home of this family is high up in the eastern tower of the cathedtal, and there, among the bells that for centuries have called the faithful to the services of the church, this family has lived for years, and there is every indication that the tower will be their home for many years to come. Two years ago Manuel Brena, the head of this family, died, and now his widow, Luisa de la Brena, assisted by her three sons and her daughter, looks after the ringing of the bells and cares for the great clock that has marked time for so many years for the residents of that part of the city. _ Brides have been led to the little home among the bells, births have there been celebrated and death many times has come to the occupants. _ It was more than 100 years ago that a man was placed in charge of the bells and those who now live there are the lineal descendents of this man. This man was the grandfather of Luisa de la Brena, who is now a grandmother horsalf. When her husband died he was an old man, and the woman is no longer young, but it is probable that the timeâ€"honored position of bellâ€"ringer will not pass to new hands when she is carried down the winding flight of stairs. Doubtless the work will fall to one or all of her sons, who now spend their time in looking after the work of ringing the bells at intervals, the time of which is no doubt known to the priests themselves no better than to them. They are bellâ€"ringers by birth and education. Those who sing the masses before the altars know the time for the ringing and the length of the perâ€" formance no better nor as well as the members of the Brena family. There are three sons, Francisco, Augustin and Antonia, and one daughter, Maria Gaudalupe. The mother and daughter care for the home and the sons handle the ropes their father, their grandâ€" father and their greatâ€"grandfather once handled. "I hurt my back and strained my kidneys and for 18 years I suffered on and off intense agony. I was subject to attacks of Rheumatism and Lumbago. My joints were stiff, my muscles crampâ€" ed. I lost my appetite, my flesh began to fall away, my nerves were shaken, I could not rest or sleep at night and I was sinking into a deplorable condition when I was advised to try Dodd‘s Kidâ€" ney Pills. I used six boxes and I am now as strong and healthy as ever I was I am certain I owe my cure wholly to Dodd‘s Kidney Pills." An Ontario Farmer Finds a Cure at Last in Dodd‘s Kidney Pills. The Direct Cause of His Trouble was a Strain in the Back Which Affected His Kidneysâ€"Dodd‘s Kidney Pills Cured Him, Ardoch, Ont., May 14.â€"(Special.) â€" Mr. Ami Jeanneret, of this place, gives a very interesting account of his experâ€" ience with Dodd‘s Kidney Pills He says: . AFTER 18. YFABS OF SUFFERING ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO FAMILY MVING AMONG BELLS. :;;v.;czs _of the churchâ€"Mexican The futility of housetives attempting to compete on score of economy . with manufacturers of jams and small fruit preserves is made evident by the fin‘- cultural Economist of London, showing the wholesale manner in which such preservation is accomplished by coâ€" operative growers in New Zealand. Fruit to the extent of three or four tons is placed in huge casks and stirred meâ€" chnnicn.ll& bcf beaters, Simultancous} sulphurâ€"dioxid gas is introduced thm\:é pipes onwrlnim.t the bottom of receptacle. it thus treated keeps indefinitely and may be worked up into jams at a subsequent convenient date, Am fruit thus treated presents a b nE-nnca it _ regains its natural color upon heating for a suffiâ€" cient length of time to drive off the conâ€" Jams as Made Wholesale in New To find it you must seek with a hand of gloryâ€"rather a difficult thing to obtain in these days. To prepare this magic article you cut off the dried guillty hand of a hanged and gibbeted murderer, wrap it in a winding sheet, count seven, name the seven planets, and after a number of exceedingly nasty rites take some of the murderer‘s fat and some of his hair and twist the mixture on the fingers of the band, making them, in fact, into so many candles. Lighting them, the approved method, according to the "Ingold=â€" by Legends," is to chant: Now open, lock, To the Dead Man‘s knock ‘Thy boilt and bar and band! Nor move nor swerye Joint muscle or nevre At the spell of the Dead Man‘s hand! Sleep all who sleep, wake all who wake! But he as the Dead for the Dead Man‘s sake! Legend tells that one intrepid seeker did at that vague period known as ‘‘once upon & time‘" fullfi1 all these varied processes and came at last to the mystic portal, Gou:fl his magical glim as he pregressed. He oxâ€" tinguished all but the thumb when be uttered an exlamation. (Perbaps be burned himâ€" self.) Instantly his unholy candelabra burst into flame once more and he was dashed senseless to the ground. He was never again able to find the crypt or the door, The writer of this startling news petitioned the queen‘s ministers from his dungeon cell in the tower of London that he might be set at liberty to go and find his treasure for the queem‘s majesty, probably thinking that evon an encounter with guardian devils would be preferable to endurance. But we do not hear that they let bim go. | _ 4. @08 A secret to the supernatural sort is tradiâ€" tionally said to belongto Rochester castle. According to the marvelous legend, a mysteâ€" rious crypt exists, crammed full of untold (London Mail.) The strange discevery in Ireland the other day of a vaulted subterramean chamber unâ€" der an ancient castle revives the belict in the undiscovered secrets that still await the explorer of our mediaeval strongholds. The workmen in removing a wooden platâ€" form discovered a walledâ€"up door in the south wall and opening it a narrow flight of stons steps was revealed, leading down into a grim stone celi six feet square, without any winâ€" dow or other opening than the door by which they had entered. _ _ 5l § They were horrified by stumbling in the darkness of that dreadful place upon what proved to be a skeleton of a man of extraorâ€" dinary height. What unfortunate wreich was thrust into this living tomb to die of starvation has never been discovered. Such dungeons as these, in which you flung your victim and then "forget" him, were known as ‘‘oubliettes." e The appaling cynicism that constructed this particular example beneath the chapel floor is worthy of remark. While the doomed man lay there in the agony of starvation above him the poius castellan and his fellow villians were praising God. m The cat was Catesby, the rat Radcliffe and the hbog King Richard himesif, whose favorâ€" ite badge was the blue goar. ‘The characterâ€" ization of Lovel as the "dog‘‘ sounds like the expression of a special hatred and contempt of him, but it was merely a play upon bis ancestral crest, that of a hound, or, in heralâ€" dic language, & ‘"‘talbot." Still, he was the object of much hatred on the part of the Lancastrians, for he had deserted their cause for that of the Yorkists. When the Lancastrians . triumphed and Henry VII. reigned Lovel, to save his head, fled the country, but returned later with the invading expedition of the impostor, Lamâ€" bert Simnel. At the battle of Stoke, when Simnel was defeated, Lovel mysteriously disâ€" appeared. By some he was thought to have fallen on the field, while others declared that they had seen him in flight, attempting to swim his horse across the broad channel of the river Trent. He was never again heard of until 1708, when, in the course of some alterations in what had been his old manor house of Minâ€" ister Lovel, a large underground vault was discovered. When the workmen accidental«= 1y broke into it they were astounded at the grisly sight of the skeleton of a man seated at a table, his bony hand still supporting & shriveled countenance, dried, parchmentlika, over the skull. Before him lay a cap molded, and decayed, with an open book, paper and pen. Empty barrels and some gnawed bones were also discovered. He had been furnished with provisions to last some time in case of need and had then been locked in against such time as it would be possible once more to escape abroadl. Whether the servant yielded to treachery or was killed or died will never be known. Only the fact remains with the unfortunate Lord Lovel, having exhausted his stock of food, was starved to death in his secret hiding place. Nowadays the great bhouse of Minister Lovel is no more than a maze of tall, ruined walls, from whose midst the traveller sees the parish church rising picturesequely in the distant view. Many supernatural legends &elon! to old castlos, ‘That of Skenfrith, onmouthshire, was the subject of such A one so far back as the time of Queen Elizaâ€" »oth, when H was said: ‘"‘The voyce of the county goeth there is a dyvell and him dame, one sits upon a hogsbead of gold, the other upon a hogshed of silver." W Romanite novelists have been largely reâ€" sponsible for the general indifference to the very real mysteries and tragedids of these grim castles, for their taoles of hidden wrong and violence have come to be regarded as merely efforts of the imagination, baving no existence in fact. How very wide of the mark this is let the following fow instances ‘The ruined castellated manor house of Minister Lovel in Oxfordshire kept its tragle secret some 220 years. This is one of the most romantic places in England, both in the circumstances of its situation and its story. It came to Franâ€" cis, Viscount Lovel, in the time of Richard III. He it was whose name was ome of the subjects of a political rhyme then current in the land : A discovery almost precisely identical with that in County Roscommon a few days since was made in 13%, during the restoration works in the ancient chapel attached to the castle of St. Michael‘s mount, in Cornwall, which dates back to the fourteenth century. ‘The discovery explained the mysterious disappearance of Lord Lovel. He had fled from the fatal field to his old home in the peaceful water meadows by the winding Windru«* and had lain there in concealment, far rem _ >d from hostile notice, in this secret room, . ..ose existence was known to only one confidential servant. Even with the perfection of the airâ€" ip, it will be hard to rise above eusâ€" ‘The cat, the rat and Lovel the dog Rule all England, under the hog. PRESERVES BY THE TON. What a premium on coldâ€"blooded murâ€" der the whole proposal offers. Mow simple would become the protess of getting out of the way one whose stay upon earth happened to be undesitrâ€" able, . With what suspicion would one not regard every death where an inâ€" terested party was left to "mourn." Above all, with what horror would not mankind learn to look that noble profession, so u-lf-nrrlfm, so devoted to their dutyâ€"that profession which has done and is doing so much to alleviate human suffering and cure human ills, Writing on Woman Suffrage in New Zealand, Edith Searle Grossman in the Empire Review, gives her ideas of the net results so far visible: "So far the franchise has not brought about any 'revolution. It has helped to raise the position of women in XNew Zealand, but not to any remarkable extent, It has inâ€" creased their interest in politics, and cerâ€" tainly promoted the introduction of huâ€" manitarian legislation into the House, It has not affectel homeâ€"4ife perceptiâ€" bly, and it has not altered the character of women. Many prophecies of evil have proved false and many hopes have been disappointed. Politics have not been raised to a higher standard. But the people are more effectually represented than they_had ever been before. Women, without changing their domestic characâ€" tr, have become citizens equally with men, and life already has a larger outâ€" look for them. But still in New Zeaâ€" land, as elsewhere, it is only the rarer exceptional women who devote themâ€" selves to politics." The expectations of those who hoped for a political millenâ€" nium as the early result of women‘s enâ€" try into the struggle have not been rmalâ€" ized. On the other hand, it would apâ€" pear that it has not turned the women of the country into factionists and rent the homes with disorder of party origin. Women, generally speaking, do not apâ€" pear to have thrown over family affairs for the larger affairs of state, but to have calmly, almost carelessly, accepted the situation. Perhaps the enthusiasm of even the most ardent advocates of women in politics has been cooled by the opening of the field to them. Human nature is so constituted that it is the unattainable _ for which we have the greatest longing, and woman has her full half of that weakness. _ If fine clothes, stunning millinery, positions in society, husbands, etc., were to be had for the picking up, she would probably feel as indifferent about them as about a right to vote that has only to be exâ€" ercised. i The Montreal Star does not take kindâ€" ly to the proposal that physicians kill our incurables. It says: Leslice‘s Woekly says that San Framâ€" cisco, before the carthquake, stood ninth among the cities of the United States, according to the census of 1900, which credited her with 342,782 inhabitants, a figure which had probably grown to over 400,000 at the time of the disaster, The eight cities which have a larger number of inhabitants than had San Framcisco, according to the last census, are: New York, 3.437.202; Chicago, 1,098575; Philadelphia, 1,293,697; St.. Louis, 575,â€" 238; Boston, 560,892; Baltimore, 508,957 ; Cleveland, 381,768; Buffalo, 352,387. of maple syrup and sugar, the average annual production being 17,804,524 Ibs., with a money value of $1,780482. Perâ€" haps that much real maple product is turned out; but thousands of gallons of "maple" syrup and tons of "maple" auâ€" gar never came from that â€" moble Canadian tree acer saccharinum. Efforts are being made to stop adulteration, but at best the supply will never now overâ€" take the demand, _ We have so many synthetic products now that we may reaâ€" sonably hope for synthetic maple sugar by and by. _ We get all the various forâ€" eign mineral waters synthetically dupliâ€" cated, _ We have synthctic drugs in plenty, and the chemists will doubtless give us synthetic maple sugar after the maple forests have been burned up. The Czar appears to be unwilling to grant full amnesty to political offenders and evidences a wish to stop half way between absolutism and constitutionalâ€" ism. He will probably find that thore is no resting place between points.«He objects to the premiers being chosen by Parliament, but it is probable that he will be forced to give way. Rome day he may wonder why he perched so long on the safety valve, while a comfortable seat stood vacant. It is estimated that Canada suppiics over threeâ€"fifths of the world‘s output of maple syrup and sugar, the average annual production being 17,804524 Ihbe., with a money value of $1.780482. Perâ€" A Russian physician is said to have discovered the bavillus that turns hair gray. He :lg: the remedy is heat, ard now the f s who want to get back the youthful color of their locks are havâ€" ing their scalps ironed at a temperature of 140 degrees. Crapsey has been found ‘guilty of heresy, but there will be no burning at the stake. ‘The time when men showed their devotion to religion and their great love for their fellow men by cooking them alive has gone by forever. . Alas for such degenerate days! | coart comian, |â€"