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Â¥MEN MX=T DEAT N QOUT ADE Bristol Will miOri Mr. Mae â€"morrow reer For M M rda at n dif open UVsclog XR To the h 1 of 11 TH all $ "Not the Bishop‘s; it‘s a man‘s name. Did you never bear of him, Jack t" "Never," said Neville, placidly. She pondered for a moment or two over this confession of ignorance. wnyâ€" â€" .5 ces I 8 nOri "In the army," he aaid, shoveling up the dust. "I had my chance, butâ€"but I threw it away. I might have had anâ€" other, for the governor was as fond of me as 1 was of him, but forâ€"â€"*" He stopped suddemly; he had been speaking more to himself than to her. "Poor Jack," came a soft musmur like sweet music. Neville lokedo up. "Uh, I don‘t deserve any sit.y. 8y1," and he laughed. "I only get my deserts; many a better fellow than meâ€"â€"" "Than 1"â€"said Sylvia. "Than 1"â€"said Sylvia. "Eh* Oh, ab, yes. I‘m not much on !nmmu. That‘s one of the reasons I‘m ere." + "Then it‘s a lueky thing for me you are not," she said, naively. Neville laughed. "That‘s one way of Iookin% at it," he said. "Now sing something else, Syl." Bhe sang t.ontim again. This time an old French ballad "Hallo!" he said. _ "What‘s _ that French? Who taught you thatâ€"but, « course; 1 beg your pardon, Sy1." Neville leaned against the sides of the pit and listened with all his ears. _ He was passionately fond of music. "Yesw," she said, in a low voice. "He taught me thatâ€" everything. He said knowledge is powerâ€"to the person who knows how to use it. And'“{ot he was so poor," she mused thou'M ly. h CC coune 2C Reo onl wza 2 "You don‘t remember your mother, | Sy1t" asked Nevillie, as it occurred to him that he might learn something of her people. He would have to find liem some day and restore her. She shook her head. "No; she died soon after 1 was born. Papa seldom spoke of her; it always made him sad and unhappy. And yet I l know that they were so happyâ€"once, for he told me that they lived in a very beautiful house in the country, and that the sun always shone; he meant that they were always happy." us e “"oo; he coulén‘t have meant that the @un really always shoneâ€"that is, it it was in England," said Neville, concisely. "YVea: it was in England. ‘Then trouble mol "An enemy," she repeated. "A man who hated him, and wanted to ruin him. 1 think he must have ruined him. Then mamma died. 1 think she died of grief." She paused, and Neville turned his head away. If there had been any tears in her eyes they had gone when he looked round again. "Well*" he said. He had not learned much that was of any use to him yet. am 1 â€"&" Wasa@d and wa tra« any use to him yet. "‘Then papa left England, and we traâ€" veled about. _ We lived in France, and U Ulnok* s schoot ‘Thaty uk fat z:cp. taught a school. That‘s as iar l k as 1 can remember clearly, and we were very happy, we two. We used to | take long walks along the river bank, and p.{). would tell me the name ol. every flower and teach me things. Then | one day he came home vYery sad and | tired looking, and eaid that we mmt] leave. His enemy had been to the school | wnd told lies about him, and the people / had believed the enemy because he was | one day he came tired looking, and leave. His enemy h and told lies about had believed the en rich and powerful, and papa was poot | and unknown." | Neville‘s blue eyes expanded. | "Why, it‘s just like a novel, Sy1!" he | said, gravely. She nodded. ‘ "Is it? Then we took to wandering | again, and sometimes papa got work; teaching or in a bank or an office, but | sooner or later the enemy would come, and we had to leave." | "He was a nice kind of man; the enemy, as you call him. What was his | name, Sy1*" s | ‘r'!mly when 1 sadivid "What could you c dubiously. "Well, 1 could giv« thrashingâ€"but 1 sup too old, confound hin "Yes,"* she said, sod you all the same, Jael And «he stretched « you all the And she and laid it She shook her head. "I don‘t know. Papa FoR 5YEARo EACH SPRING Why, Jack Because I ® I‘m . sorry THE USURPER » I should make it t out of this hole and try and squa e said, softly. "But L CR&ZNR same, Jack." stretched out the brown paw on his hot young arm. ndured the caress; permitted uw! ho n omr y 4 fam FACK~SCAL ERVPTIONS sa)d 539 for that," think. _ at last how b rive him suppose kiss him. "is that all*" nk. Except that poo : last. and we crosse ePE S hoii Miss Mary Levesque, 313 Stadacina St , Hochelaga, Monâ€" treal writes ;â€""I have foun Zamâ€" Euk an excelleat remedy for skin eruptions. Up to this Spring I was bothered for almost hive years with a red rash, small pimples and sores on my face and on the scalp thro‘ the bair. Nothing I used would clear this rash from the skin until I began using Zamâ€"Buk. â€" This saive has effectually and I believe pfl.lMIlly taken of! those mi%hlly Eimples and sores from both scalp and face. 1 shall recommend Zamâ€" uk to all my friends." For ).lucn-.dplfi“- Zamâ€" ue rrrDE Alal, 1t is good for rheamatism %m & # "Andiiaits . A 09 enre;!: permitted ow of twenty sufâ€" lack TROUBLED THIS LADY TILL never told me." " said Neville, 1are the coundest | _ W he would be | resu it my business to find that e accounts." h his had ol dig; he wasen‘t strong enoug was different fron the rough â€"andâ€"thenâ€"â€"*" she stopped and lookâ€" ed down at the pit. "I hope you‘ll find another nugget, Jack!" "So do I!" he said, resuming work. "I think there‘s bound to be one there. Meth says that where thers‘s one there‘s sure to be another. Jack." "Wellr "Did you give Meth all"that money she n'nf you did*" "Yes," he replied, shortly. "But Meth shouldn‘t tell tales out of school." Her eyes grew soft and vmoltl:g as they dwelt on him. "Jack, 1 think you are the best, the most generousâ€"â€"* "Hullo!" he interrupted, wiht a lauga. "Stop that, Syl. Don‘t knock me down with compliments of that kind, especially when I‘m busy!" He stooped and sifted the sand, and put two or three tiny lumps of gold on the edge. "That‘s something like, Sylâ€"" She took them up in her hand, and ber eyes sparkled. "Oh, Jack, if you could only find anâ€" other nugget !" "Do you*" she ssil, turning ovr the yellow morsels. "Why* Ab, you haven‘t much money left after paying for me." "Now, then!" "And giving so much to ..eth. But what will you do with it, Juck, when you find it?" "Yes!" he said. "And I want it wors than I did." And she drew herself full iength toâ€" ward the edge of the pit, very much as an Indian does, but with the added grace of a young girl, and looked down into it eagerly. D ville, cheerfully. "Well, 1 shal send you home to England, and put you at a good schoolâ€"a firstâ€"rate one, you know, where you will be with young ladies like yourself. And thenâ€"take care! There, you‘ve dropped those lumps into the pit." She had let the gold fall from her hand and had slunk back under the awnâ€" ing, her face turned away froufhim. "That‘s what I shall do," continued Neville, picking up the gold carefully, and ignorant of her sudden change of posture and manner. "The sooner you are out of this hole the better, It‘s not the proper place for a young lady. You ought to be in England, in the care of niee people; and that‘s where 1 mean to send you with the first nugget that turns up. And then perhaps, if the luck holds out, 1 may come, too, and see how you are getling on. But there, by that time, I expect you‘ll be ashamed of a rough digger who says ‘me‘ for ‘I andâ€"no, 1 don‘t mean that. You‘re not that sort, are you, Syl:" But with the blindness of his sex and age he had not the least idea of what was the matter with her. "Getting hot and tired, Sy1*" he said. "Better go indoors. But just wait five minutes longer. I fancy I‘ve come upon a streak and you are as keen on it as 1 am, I know, and ought to be keener after what 1 have told you." He looked up and saw that she had turned her back to him and that her head was dropping over her bosom,. _ She was keen enough as a rule, and was wont to watch every spadeful of the dust he drew up; but now she seemed quite indifierent, and would not turn her head. "There‘s gold there," said Neville, cheerfully. "I‘d stake my life on it, and you may see dear old England sooner than you think, Syl. Lord, though, how I shall miss you! That comes of my never having a sister, you scee. I sha‘n‘t have anybody to come and talk and sing to me when you‘ve gone! Just pitch me that ‘cradle, will you*" She pushed it with her tiny foot, still keeping her face away from him. "Look here!" he cried. "What did 1 say*? Here‘s some more of it! Look at this, Syl But to his amazement she kept her head away from him, rose slowly, and, tossing the thick, dark hair from her face, walked majestically toward the hut. NKeville looked at her with all a man‘s | friend, to her: you know that." i beautiful stupidity. Lavarick, feeling his throat and halfâ€" "Now I wonder what I said to offend | choking made a terrified gesture of asâ€" her!" he mused. "What rum things girls | gent, are! Any one would have thought that | _ "Very well, then. But take my second she‘d have been delighted at the thought | ind last warning; the lastâ€"do you of getting out of this beastly place and | hear; T give you till to morrow morning going back to England. Well. there‘s _“0‘ â€"6 o‘clock. If, when I come down to understanding women, even when they‘re| the camp at that time I find you still kids. I remember little Audrey HoP® | there, I shall shoot you on sight, like a used to act just like that; take the huff | gog, Wait," for Lavarick, with an evil in a moment. Little Audrey! By George! glance with his skew eye, was preparing I suppose she has grown to a woman by | ¢o shuffle off. The horse had returned this time. What fun we used to have!" | go the camp long since. "I don‘t think He leaned upon his spade and looked you‘ll risk your skin again, and yet you vacantly across the plain. He had f0r: | have done so. What is your object, Layâ€" gotten the little maiden who h:u\“fla‘lkofl | ariek?" * Ee ogel 1 this time. What fun we used to have!" He leaned upon his spade and looked vacantly scross the plain. He had forâ€" gotten the little maiden who had stalked vif to the hut, and wag back in England, of th n in ge 11 CHAPTER IX romping W TAMâ€"BUK CURED, rong enough, and he the rough menâ€"and She stopped and lookâ€" . _ "I hope you‘ll find he rous At lint mt Gacat sueâ€"comm. sed himself and mer time it was who appeared. th Audrey Hope ; gal o‘ yours, 1. ‘You take », as bold as ver all along Sylvia '”:"Hi-;x;;rtâ€"‘;rp‘!wT\:h:»;lâ€"â€"h.ii!edeflng with her? Seems to me I‘m no account now, ind ‘ud better take my hook." . 6 "Oh, no," said .\'e\'iI‘Ic, who thoroughly understood old Meth. *"You‘ve got to stick by us, Meth, because you‘ve got to take care of Sylvia." "Seems to me, younrg un," retorted Meth, larkly, "that it‘s you as wants takin‘ care of more than her," Neville fell to work again directly after dinner. The claim "paid" well that day, and in an unusually‘ buoyant frame of mind he shouldered his tools and Meth. I won‘t have her interfered with." just like an Injun himage." Sylvia was seated yery much as Meth had described her, and _ when Neville spread out the results of his day‘s work on the plank table she would scarcely deign to look at it; but swept it into a heap disdainfully and plumped down his supper in front of him. of mind he wended home Em o ons at "Why, you might be an empress, the way you treat the root of al levil, Ry1," he said, with a short laugh. "I tell you it‘s a jolly good day; but come and have your supper." 6. nltindis duivvaliias: 4 S and "I don‘t want any supper," she said, and walked to the door of the hut. "What did I tell you?" said eMth. "That‘s the way she‘s been behavin‘ all the arternoon. It‘s pride and & full stomach; that‘s what it is." "Shut up and leave her alone," said Neville, goodâ€"temperedly. "You don‘t unâ€" derstand young girls, Meth. Leave ‘em alone, that‘s the best thing to do." He ate his supper, but with only half the usual relish, and with many a glance toward the door of the hut, and was fill. ing hi« pipe when he heard a ery. He @ropped the pipe and leaped to the door. Svlvia was not there, and was nowhers to be seen. He ran out blindly, calling for her as he ran. It was dark, as dark as it can be at that time of the yeer and night in Australia, and he blundered on straight before him, still calling her name., Suddenly hbe heard, to the right of him, the ervy repeated. It was her voice. He tore along. his revolver in his hand, and stumbled upon a horse., Beside the horse stood Lavarick, strugâ€" gling with Sylvia. Neville burled himself upon the man like a thunderbolt. and «truck him twice with the stock end of the revolver. Lavarick released Sylvia and turned upon Neville. Something glittered dully in the darknese, and Neville felt a sharp stinging pain in his shoulder. The next instant Lavarick was under his feet and the knife jerked twenty yards away. Wen : WeRiime . Pe ment CRe ns esn en e A mad rage possessed Neville, and bis hands tightened on Laverick‘s _ throat, and that gentleman was within an appreâ€" ciable distance of his ewi, when Neville felt a hand upon his arm an da trembling voice said in his ear: Keville loosened his hold and Laavrâ€" ick struggled to his feet, his long, clawâ€" like hands fumbling at his throat, bis eyes almost starting from their sockets, glaring in a frenzy of terror at his asâ€" sailant. ? â€" "Lavarick," he said, in a voice terrible in ite unnatural calmness. "I shall bave to kill you!" _ _ Neville gave him a shake which threat ened to looeen every tooth in his head.. "No, no! I not worth it." S‘\'l\i;:. trembling in every limb, drew near with a faint ery, but Neville walyâ€" ed her back. His face was white, his lips set. and the blue eyes seemed to shoot flame. A etrong man‘s rage is a terrible sight, but it is also glorious, and no one can measure the depth of admiration and adoration which filled the beart of the young girl to overflowing as she looked at her brother and protector, transformâ€" ed by her rightcous anger into a seuviâ€" god. | _ "A man of my years don‘t like to be outbid by a young un like you," he said, "amd the boys have worried me a good bit about it. I didn‘t mean her | any harm. I wanted to get the best of you, that‘s all." Neville, ignorant that Lavarick had played the spy while Sylvia‘s father was aying. did not know whether to accept this reason for Lavarick‘s attempt at kidnapping or not.. _ _ _ c "I shall have to kill you, Laveriek!" he repeated. Laverick put up both hands. "Give me tinie! Let me speak!" he gasped. hoarsely. "I â€"I‘ll give you all "«You hound!" he _ said, with each knock. "You viper! _ You‘re not fit to crawl about among honest men! You‘ll give meâ€"there!" He flung him away "Get up and keep out of my reach. Wait: stty there. Sylvia, you go home while Iâ€"talk to this gentleman." She hesitated a moment, then turned and left them, glancing back fearfully again and again. ©‘Now," _ said Neville, between his clenched teeth, "you owe your life, my friend. to her: you know that." the money _ Neville flung him down and knocked his head on the hard ground two or three times. kidnapping or not. "Very good," he said. "You‘ll get the very worst of me next time, my friend. Xow be off. Remember! The ‘boys‘ will want another undertaker toâ€"morrow if 1 find you still in camp. Go!" The man looked at him silently, then dropped his eyes to the ground. Lavarick immediately availed himself of the permission, and Neville, after lisâ€" tening until his footsteps had died away, returned slowly to the hut. Lavarick‘s persistence puzzled him. He knew that the man was a coward, and that it must have been a strong induceâ€" ment to urge him to make the attempt which Neville had foiled. Perhapsâ€"the "boys" had goaded him on, in the hope that Neville would dispose of him. Lavâ€" arick was no favorite, and could well have been spared. F7 su% s wedis wrti is Sylvia was waiting at the door of the hut for him. "Hasâ€"has he gone?" she asked, in & low voice that‘ trembled but very slightly. Don‘t, Jack, don‘t! He‘s of "Very much gone," said Nevi «. "Jack, you don‘t meanâ€"â€"â€"* "xoâ€"no!" he said, laughing shortly; "though he deseryed it, and would have got it, but for you. What I meant was that he‘s gone for good. Lorn Hope Carap will be deprived of one of its ornaâ€" ments. Don‘t be frightened, Sy!; we‘ve seen the last of him." She turned her face to him. It was rather pale, but her eyes met his steadiâ€" ly for a moment. "I am not frightened," she said. "L was iill YÂ¥ou came up, thenâ€"she paused, und her face lit upâ€""LI knew I was was ind safe The infinite reliance and trust exâ€" pressed by her voice would have touched an olger man; but Neville searcely noâ€" ticed it. % C "Did you ever see Lavarick before, Syl* I mean before you came to the eamp?" he asked, thoughtfully, taking off his coat. _ , She shook her head. "No, Jack; no. Ahâ€"â€"â€"" She broke off with something between a gasp and a scream and shrank back, pointing to his sleeve. It was saturated with blood. i She was at his side the next instant and with trembling hands was baring his arm, her face now deadly white. "Now, then, don‘t make a fuss," he said. ‘It‘s nothing. 1 don‘t feel it just â€""What‘s the matter? Ob, yes; I supâ€" pose the fellow scratched me." said. ‘It‘s nothing. 1 don‘t leel it just now." "Oh, Jack, Jack!" she murmured. She flew for a basin of water and a towel,. and foreed him into £ chair, and, with a series of shudders, bathed the wound. It was not much more than a.scratch and Nevilie, reaching for his pipe, subâ€" mitted with a tolerant resignation. . â€" "Look sharp and get it over before old Meth comes back, or she‘ll cackle for an hour and drive me silly." Sylvia said nothing; she could not have spoken; and Neville, there being no looking glass before him, could not see her face or the tears that slowly gathered in her eyes, and, mingling with the water, fell upon his bare arm. "There, that‘ll do; thanks," he said. "You‘d make a firstâ€"rate hospital nurse, Syl. Here‘s old Meth coming. Give me my coat and that blanket, I shall just roll myself up behind the door toâ€"night, not that Mr. Lavarick is likely to pay us a visit, but because you‘ll sleep all the sounder if â€"you know I‘m on the watch. Now you go #ff to bed; you look upset and tired. Good night, Syl." She crept up to him noiselessly as & shacow and stood looking down at him; then _ she _ knelt _ on _ one _ knee beside â€" him, and with a touch as light as that of a leaf falling on a lawn in autumn, smoothed the hair from his brow, her iips murmuring kis name. (To be continued.) ILLS OF BABYHOOD AND OF CHILDHOOD. _"Good night, Jack," she said, in a very low voice. * But long after Mrs. Meth had made the night musical with her snores, the inuer door opened slowly and noiselessly and ~ylvia, still dressed, stole out. The ills of babyhood and childhood are many and may grove serious if not promptly cured. In homes where Baby‘s Own Tablets are kept there is a prompt cure at hand for such troubles as lm‘ri- tion, sour stomach, colic, constipation, E.rrhou, worms, teething troubles and other minor ailments and the Tablets can be administered as safely to a new born baby as to the well grown child. Mrs. Octave Paulin, Caraquet, _ N. 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Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills are the greatâ€" est medicine in the world for making new, rich blood and they have been curâ€" ing anaemia and other blood diseases for nearly a generation, and are now reca- nized the world over as an invaluable household remedv. is now in her sixteenth year, was sickly from early childhood, we were constant!y@ doctoring for her, but it did not seem to help her in the least. In fact, as she grew older she seemed to grow weaker. She was always pale and listless, sufferâ€" ed from headaches, dizziness and palpitaâ€" tion of the heart. She did not rest at night, and would often toss and moan the whole night. Finally she had to discontinue going to school, and as she was continually taking doctors‘ medicine without benefit I grew discouraged, and feared we would lose her. Friends urged us to give her Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, and I finally decided to do so. By the ‘time she had taken three boxes there was an improvement, and a little later she was able to return to school. From ‘lhay, on she grew stronger, had an excelâ€" lent appetite, slept well at night, and is now as healthy a girl as you will see. I believe that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills saved her life, and as a mother I would recommend these pills to every family in which there are young girls. _ Mrs. . Estabrook, Brooklyn Road, N. B., says: "My daughter Gertrude, who All medicine dealezs sell these pills or you can get them by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 from the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. ©000000000000 0000000400006 (The Home Journal.) Ten years ago Dr. Geo. W. Goler, of Rochester, N.Y., City Health ofâ€" ficer, was struck with the alarming mortality of children under five years of age, especially during the months of July and August, and began an inquiry as to the causes. The deaths, he foumd, upon investigation, were due grinclpally to mitestinal trouble, and he began to cast about for the origin. Rochester, which is about the size of Toronto or Montreal, is comâ€" paratively free from what may be conâ€" sidered slums, although about the same number of poor people may be found within its limits. The water supply was found to be %uit.e above the average in purity, and the saniâ€" tary arrangements were such that the trouble could not be laid to mismanâ€" agement on this score. 1 & s . ie e U2 cctel w n o EeBE en . ol uio e ce An investigation of the milk sugply and distribution methods was follow» ed with most surprising revelations From a careful analysis of a large number of samples of milk it was discovered that the majority were inâ€" fected with malignant bacteria . of various iy'ges, It was thought at first that the adoption of a rigid sysâ€" tem of inspection might bring about a desirable im%rovemem in the product and the number of inspectors were inâ€" creased, and an effort made to get the miilk dealers to exercise proper eare as to the W#ivery as well as to bring about greater cleanliness in the surroundings both of the dairy farms and the distribution . depots. Some good resulted, but opposition and cunning thwarted to a considerâ€" able extent the purposes of the enerâ€" getic health officer and his staff. Dr Goler finally adopted the expeâ€" dient of making the production and sale of certified milk a part of the business of his department for the summer months. A farm was rented, together with a herd or zows,, and the first thing done was to have th*e latter thoroughly examined for traces of disease. A number of cows had «o be destroyed as giving evidence of tubercular trouble and the rest were put in good condition and the work of properly caring for them under taken. It has been estimated by an authority in New York State that fully thirty per cent. of the cattle are to some extent affected by tuberâ€" culosis, and this fairly applies to most corimunities where cattle do not receive more than â€" ordinary â€" care. Pure milk must originate in a pure cow, and it is here that inspection must be unflinching. There is milk brought into our cities every | day that is tainted by tuberculosis germs. On the Rochester farms the outhousâ€" es, barns, yards and all the premises 000000000660 0200 008 es6e Rochester‘s Pure i Milk Campaign ; in Stubborn Cases. used by the cows and to handle or store the milk were thoroughly overâ€" hauled and as far as possible made germ proof. l ol _ The next care was with the emâ€" ployes, from whom was required absoâ€" lute cleanliness in milking and handâ€" ling the product, so that everything from the cow itself +o the receptacle was thoroughly sterilized or made fre» from the possobility of contamination. The milking was done into pails that had besn thoroughly steamed. and over which was placed sterilized cheesecloth through which the milk passed as the cow was milked. The milker was also retiuired to wash his hands carefully before the operation as well as to th@rqughly wash the udder of the cow. The pail is now carried to the milk room after milking and the milk syâ€" phoned into sterilized bottle which are sealed ‘with sterile stoppers and then the bottle put away in an ice box to cool. The milk room is proâ€" tected with double screen doors and flies are as rt&idly excluded as any other unclean thing that may bring in its wake contamination. In this way the milk is ensured against taint as fully as it is possible to have this done, air, dust and contact with anyâ€" thing liable to contaminate it being perfectly guarded against. This is the gnly way to ensure not only quality but purity in milk. § t . ‘gufwu:fuhon, which is advocated as protection against the possibility of infection, can never be wholly efâ€" fectual as it is a well known fact that heating the milk, even to a point short of actual cookius will not deâ€" stroy some germs, and the milk is quite as apt to become contaminated if left exposed after treatment as beâ€" fore. In fact, it has been urged that pasteurization is destroying fucw"iu such as that which ordinarily produces lactic acid or sourness, and | thus "‘keeping"‘ the milk sweet a longer time, removes the possibility of the salutary warning given by sour milk that it has been exposed to contaminâ€" ation. It is not generally known that sour milk is not only harmlees but to a certain extent helpful to digestion, while in sweet milk there may lurk the deadly frm of disease in spite of its palatability. The city of Rochester, after perfectâ€" | ing its plans for supplying the milk, | had to undertake its distributi n | amidst a storm of opposition from . milk _ dealers and their political . friends, who moved heaven and earth to upset the project. _ It opened deâ€" pots in all sorts of places in the poorâ€" er districts, the only requisite being cleanliness, and established in charge of these centres hospital hurses to give advice to mothers as well as to sunâ€" erintend the distribution of the milk which could mot be â€" delivered, . of course, to the houses. It is said :o be a common sifiht to see a carriage stop at one of these depots to get a bottle of certified milk for the use of those in better circumstances who have learned what clean milk mean« to children. _ Of course this has all meant money, although nothing like what it costs to carry on some other philanthropic enterprisee of less importance. It has cost Rochester a little over eleven hundred dollers a year for the gut ten years, but with what results? Etaâ€" tistics show that for the past ten years â€"I887 to 1896â€"the deaths of chii'dron under five years of age for the months of July and August numbered 2,297, while from the some months from 1897 to 1906 there were only 1,186, a saving of 1,111 lives in ten years, an aver of 111 a year. Ten dollars a fh‘if:l is cheap life nvins. In the meanâ€" time, the entire milk supply of the cityhuoloonmbnn'gut-pon. much better basis. _ Although it is hard to say just how much of the improvement is mereli on the surface. I% f: difficult to get absolute honor in this trade even with corporations of admitted integrity, and when the inâ€" tentions and regulations are J»erlocb ly and sincerely good it is difficult to guard against the carelessness of employes Milk is the natural dietary of chilâ€" dren, and of infants more especially, and, when pure, forms not only the best but cheapest food known. lt the same time it is known to be the very best medium for the propagation of disease germs. We have devoted a vast amount of consideration and efâ€" fort to the subjects of pure air and food water, and agitation on these ines has led to the expenditure of vast sums to eave human life. It s only of late that any l.hou%ix has been given to the question of the milk sug]:lc{, and even then the issue is so ouded by invested interests that the commercial aspect of the quesâ€" tion is allowed to become paramount. The Legislature of Ontario spent hours recently discussing the pros and cqns of a bill to regulate the standard of butter fat in milk, ofl to discovear in the end that the product of one of the prize cows of the province was considerably below that set by the bill. The farmer is more interested in the price he ‘fte for his milk and the dealer in making a profit on its sale than in the lives that depend upon its purity. At a summer resort withâ€" in a hundred miles of Toronto there were five deaths within a few weeks last summer and as many were brought to the verge of the grave through milk that came from cows that were allowed to drink from a polâ€" luted spring, which had developed typhoid germs. It was not until the farmer himself was stricken that at tention was given to the matter, It is with a view of stirring up our civic authorities to action before the summer is upon us that we have taken the trouble to cite Rochester‘s example as to what one man singleâ€" handed can do when arouse? to a realized sense of public responsibilâ€" ity. DPr. Goler is a hero none the tess because his life saving has been of that quiet character that is not seize* upon by humane societies for signal recognition. Competition of Fireâ€"Proofing. Taking into consideration the serious damage caused by fire at previous exhiâ€" bitions, says Science, the executive comâ€" mittee of the Turin International Exhi+ bition of 1911 has decided to open an international competition for preparaâ€" tions best adapted to render incombustiâ€" ble the wood and cloth structure of the exhibition, and will award a prize of 4,000 lires and two gold medals and two silver #tll in this connection. The pnptm !mt‘be‘lggh th_lt they can be applied without visible alteration of the color and mesistance of the materials, ONTARIO ARCHIVEs TORONTO "This chicken coop didn‘t cost mon than $3, all told," she said, "It‘s an in sult to ask me to lay high priced egg in such a shack." Elder brotherâ€"Under it, you mean don‘t yvou, «is? You lJook pretty «mall. The $250 hen looked at her surround iogk =!;.. ... 12 »a Strategy. "Gracioug," exclaimed â€" the â€" anxious mother, "why did the teacher tell you about the dreadful giants when she know the stories would take your breath ‘“.‘),’” "Please, ma‘am," responded small Tom my, "the whie class had been eating onions."~â€"Chicago News, Rmployerâ€"Is it true that when the clock strikes @#ix you put down your pen «ud £0, evem &# you are in the middle of a word*" Clarkâ€"Oortainly not, eir. If it gets so newr to wix 1 never begtn the word at all. Miss Peyteetâ€"How do 1 look in this bat? Mr. Jawbackâ€"Bow you w love to see yourselves in print Mrs. Jawbhackâ€"Print, indeed â€"silk for ours, if you please.â€" Leader, mountain. . 1 dorfer Blatter the Rather Particular. Missivnaryâ€" 1 don‘t mind being for a good cause, butâ€" Cannibalâ€"But what? Missionary â€"Please be careful your table manners; 1 should fe ribly bad if 4 were eaten with a Whereupon she shut down landlord for 1i stomach trouble Opportune. Editorâ€"The only way to su the m-\\'n{:apt-r business is to 8 people what they want. Friendâ€"Mave you got five do can let me have? â€"*‘Infamous #lander! When I treat a pA tient for Mver trouble he dies frow that Understand ?* dfl?wfiw&k " se .. Geraldâ€"Somebody advised hitch his wagon to a star. Geraldineâ€"â€"Is that cheaper ing a boy to hold your horse? Brotherâ€"Yes, 1 like Jack well . but how did you ever happen to m man a head shorter than you ar« Sister â€"I had to choose bets little man with a big salary, or cold e Lhal? AO, I comen t n possibly. Husbandâ€"O, but 1 promised hare. At least 1 must go and mand it.â€"Lustige Blaetter, grandpa pa lirst time ainusenen faller ot style. Dealorâ€" you want Mre. UJ moto? car Dealerâ€" Aj More About Them Your teeth are like the star And qpressed her hand so m And hbe spoke trnue, for, like Her teeth came out at night t} m rephy Abse Blase. "Verena, is that young man or the kitchen your first beau*" "Fur the land‘s sake, no, mum:! I‘m his first sweethegrt, though; that‘s why I find ‘im intevestin‘, mum." M Wife Small Loy s orandfat our fac With ¢ id even \\ W l ike that tâ€"Minded Professor â€" (dis an town with a friend)â€" kground there was a lx in. O1s it there still}â€"» rCé Offended Dignity. Not Wrapped Up PP ou were ordered to d ‘hat would you do?" : around the hat, sir,‘ Cnatholic News. She Wanted to Know 1 want a motor car dog Well. madam, here is ju n wh Time‘s Changes dog‘ whe d, doctor, that you troa r liver trouble and he Puzzle: What Styl a dittle salara is like the moon ldly scovoful lips A LIE NAILED is she ke, his face to an Ompm By Contrast. H de Swellâ€"Are you su His Way. In a Quandry. es, 1 like Jack well enough you ever happen to marry a EVBERY TIME sT THE THINC are going shoot in * No, 1 couldn‘t l Disgraceful. at the cireus, sternly v)â€"â€"Don‘t laugh like 1 wople will think it is Obedient Correct re Roc Profess ed emC h o. Why 1 ne for im n Pme like night. stars," so whi log than A| No And in h it ad hx