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‘AULTER RRENDERS. of Dollars uffalo Ofticer CTIVE sHOT. rrested For Shaotin king, F ve CHANGING SF eareg +4 & +4 cial agent, Many D& "You are too kind to me, you and Lord Lorrimore," she said one day to Merey, who had been even more than usâ€" ually attentive to the sorrowâ€"stricken girl. "I think if Lord Lorrimore would scold me and try and speak roughly, and you would stop treating me as if I were the most precious thing on earth, it would do me good," she said, with _ a touch of her old naivete, and Merey had amiled and shaken her head. "I‘ll ask Lord Lorrimore to do so," she said, "but I‘m afraid he won‘t." "No," said Sylvia. "I think he is the She stopped. Jack wasn‘t in the world exceptingâ€"â€"* She stopped. aJek wasn‘t in the world nodâ€"alas! alas! Merey had grown very fond of Sylvia, and it would seem as if the womanly tenderness so long pent up in her bosom had found a vent, and had lavished itself upon the young girl so strangely comâ€" mitted to her eare. Lorrimore, too, grew attached to Sylvia, and under other cirâ€" cumstances his attachment would have leveloped into a warmer phase; but Lorâ€" rimore had only one beart, and it had left him forever. If Sylvia had been ten times more lively and bewitching than she wasâ€"and she was beautiful and fasâ€" cinating enoughâ€"Lorrimore would have been safe. There was only one woman in the world for him,. and that _ was Audrey Hope, who hbad sent him on an errand which apparently became more of a wild yoose chase each day. But notwithstanding the charge _ he had had undertaken, Lorrimore did not neglect his mission, and all their jourâ€" neying had the one object, the finding of Neville Lynne. They passed through Australia _ to New Zealand, Lorrimore pursuing his search with unremitting arâ€" dor, but â€" without success, and at last they crossed to Europé. It was late in autumn when they landed on the continâ€" ent, and Sylvia‘s _ continued lethargy caused Merey and him some anxiety. "I don‘t think she ought to winter in England," Merey said; as they talked over their plans. "An English winter is very enjoyable for those who can stand it, but Sylvia is just in that «tate when all sorts of troubles from cold and bad Sylvia raised no objection to the proâ€" 1 ;she would have consented to go to mti.. the coast of New Guineaâ€"anyâ€" whereâ€"with the same indifference, and they made for Florence. Lorrimore saw them comfortably setâ€" tled in one of the best of the boardingâ€" houees. and left them to continue his weather may set in." Lord Lorrimore nodded. "Very well." he said, "you had better go to Italy, I will see you there safe and settled comfortably; but 1 must leave you there, at any rate for a time, but I will look you up now and again." Sylvia had fallen into good _ hands. Lorrimore and Merey Fairfax vied with each other in their attention to the sick and bereaved girl, and Merey‘s careful nursing and the constant change of air and scene soon brought color back to the co cheeks and the wonted strength to lithe, graceful form. But the improvement ended there. Bhe was physically whole, but the spirit had received a wound which seemâ€" ed to defy even time and change. She took no interest in anything, and though Lorrimore and Mercy were unreâ€" mitting in their efforts to rouse her and woo her to forgetfulness of her loss, they did not succeed. "She seems to be living in dreamland, poor girl," said Merey, and that very nearly described Sylvia‘s condition. They passed through the most beautiâ€" ful scenery, sojourned in great cities, in which they lived, surrounded by luxury, and what was novelty to Sylvia, but it was all disregarded by her. She was livâ€" ing an inner life, feeding upon the memâ€" ory of the past, and while her body movâ€" ed through this weary, wonderful world of ours, her soul was back at Lorn Hope Camp, which Jack‘s presence had made a paradise for her. And yet she was grateful for the kindâ€" ness and unwearying devotion of her two guardians. She would sit for hours in one place, l "My de and in almost the same attitude, _ her | exclaimed head resting on her hand, her large eyes | _ Sylvia fixed on vacancy, apparently dead to all | the glass that was going on around her. ing, with C230 _ _CCCC NCF IATNET was in prison; went wrong, I‘m afraid. But she was a pretty, ladyâ€"like girl." Some further conversation followed, which it is nnnecessary to detail, and tbellid Trale linlormod Neville _ that :e sou ikely secure lodgings at the aotugonz In.’Pu-oua, wfl ’:;r years had been a servant at Lynne Court. "I‘ll think of your suggestion," ansâ€" wered Nevlle; "but, first, I would like you to come to the inn at Stoneleigh knts y3 ° " 2 _ ""_the n ! " and have some supper wit tan talk over old times." Neville was anxious to SriGmE HhUK We WHEE cce . leigh. Ee ote onl ETT s CHC friend that he was not quite the penniâ€" less tramp he a peared. Trale assented, and tly t&y were jogging along mr; side, on their way to _ Stoneâ€" SHREDDED _â€" WHEA"\ THE USURPER Nature‘s purest and best food, insuring a clear head and healthy body. * Is Invigorating Without Being Heating. Tyy it. â€" Sold by all grocers. 951 CHAPTER XvI Now tor Strawberries and Shredded Wheat with me, and we to show his old icly Merey said nothing, but. Sylvia, as but the | they dr’:Jve home, mungnured, “H’;)w beauâ€" ch seemâ€" | gifylt oh, how beautiful!" and that evenâ€" e. ing, as Merey was dressing for dinner in ing, @n4 | the room adjoining Sylvia‘s she heard re unreâ€" \a voice singing the solo. She was so startâ€" use her | led by the beauty and sweetness of the \_ There were some very rich people stayâ€" ing at the house, English and Italian; ] and among the latter was an old profesâ€" | sor of the Conservatoire. He was a very | silent old man, who used to sit reading l his Italian newspaper and apparently too much absorbed in it to take any notice | of his fellow boarders, but that _ night when Sylvia began to sing he lowered | voice that she did not at first realize that it was Sylvia‘s, and when she did so she dropped the brush from her hand and openefi) the door between the _ two | rooms. One day her devotion met with some reward. Sylvia had complained of the windâ€"there is an east wind in Florence which is almost as chilly and penetratâ€" ing as that of Englandâ€"and Merey had taken her into one of the churches. Service was going on and the two women knelt reverently with the rest of the congregation. Suddenly Merey felt the girl kneeling beside her tremble, and hard her sigh; one of the choristers was oiniing an exquisite solo, and sendâ€" ing forth a music which seemed to float like a strain from the heavenly choir through the grand old church. Merey stared at her with unbounded surprise. "My dear child," she said, putting her arms round her neck and kissing her "you sing like an angel. Why have you never sung before. Lord Lorrimore would have been so pleased and delighted." "Would he?" said Sylvia. "I would have sung to him if 1 had thought of it, but 1 haven‘t sung sinceâ€"â€"" She turned her head away. Merey prudently said no more at the moment and left her, but a few nights afterward she persuaded her to sing a simple ballad in the drawingâ€"room, litâ€" tle dreaming of the consequences that would ensue. Mercy used to drive her about the deâ€" lightful old city and the exquisite scenâ€" ery around it, and Sylvia would look upâ€" on it all with about as much interest in her dreamy eves as if she were asleep. Sylvia parted from him with tears in her eyes and broken sentences of gratiâ€" tude, but immediately afterward she sank into the old lethargy and indifâ€" ference. trying to hum the hymn we heard in the church this afternoon; but I didn‘t think you could hear me." Merey stared at her with unbounded his paper, then dropped it altogether, and starting to his feet with an exclamâ€" ation of amazement and delight, trouued across the room to the piano by which Sylvia was standing. ‘"My dear young" lady broken English, "where that voice?" "Soh! I do not mean where did you get the voice itselfâ€"that comes _ from heaven, we knowâ€"but who taught you to sing like that." "My father," said Sylviz, as she had answere Jack. search; he meant going through all the big continental cities. Mercy was almost in despair, but as patient as ever, and as tender and genâ€" tle. To such an unanswerable question Sylâ€" via could only smile, and the old man hastened to explain. 3 We "Soh! Then, my dear, your father was a musician, and what is better, a firstâ€" rate tutor, Let me hear you sing again?t" Sylvia complied,« and the old profesâ€" sor stood and listened with bent head and profound and critical attention. Then he patted her arm approvingly and even enthusiastically. "My dear young lady," he said, earnâ€" estly and almost solemnly, "you have a voice which is phenomenal. And you did not know it. No one has told you. It is like a diamond buried in the sand! Bah! You must sing! You have a grand fuâ€" ture before you. Ah. but yes! Such a future as makes me dizzy to think of. But you must be careful; there is still much to learn. See, if you will, I1â€"I myâ€" self will teach you, Come to me toâ€"morâ€" row at the Conservatoire, at eleven," and taking for granted that she could not dream of refusing such an offer, he trotâ€" ted off to his nightly cigarette and game of dominoes at the cafe. "You will go, dear?" said Merey, when they had gone up to their own rooms. Sylvia thought a moment or two. "Did he mean that I could earn money?" she said in a low voice. "I suppose so: yes. of course," said Merey, _ "But this is of no consequence, It is of your happiness 1 am thinking, dear. If you can only find some amuseâ€" ment and interest in the occupationâ€"â€"*" "To earn money," repeated Sylvia, as if her hands on Mercy‘s shoulder and looked into her eyes. "Do you think all this time that I have not feltâ€"with all my gratitude for your love and Lord Lorrimore‘s great kindâ€" My dear was that you singing*" she ; lady," he said where did vou in ret been living on charityâ€"yes, charity? At imes, Mercy, dear, the thought has nearâ€" v driven me mad." "That‘s nonsense," Merey began, her es filling, but Sylvia went on: "Often 1 have asked myself what I s‘oulid do to earn my own bread; often 1 have asked myself whatâ€"what Jack xould Lhave said if he could have known hat 1 was living on other people‘s alms, ud I have felt hot with shame and misery. It is that as much as anything else which has erushed me, Merey, and now this old man says that 1 can earn money. Will 1 go* Why, I would walk a thousand miles with such a hope before me. _ Yes, we will go, Mercy, dear, and 1 will workâ€"well, you shall see.‘ The course of lessons commenced, and the professor‘s enthusiasm, instead .of decreasing, increased as his pupil proâ€" gressed. When Lord Lorrimore came on a flying visit he found that the apathetic girl he had left had become transformed into a keen student, with a hopeful, loving light in the eyes that had, so short a time since, been vacant and lifeless. He was delighted, but still more astounded when the professor gravely proposed that Sylvia should make her appearance at a matinee. The day of the matinee came, and she appeared, not trembling and nervous, as are most debutantes, but calm and serene. with the true artist‘s confidence. Lord Lorrimore was speilbound while the sweet, fresh voice rang through the hall, and a storm of applause awarded the singer, and at the close the professor, trembling with agitation _ and delight, brought forward a stout, elderly gentleâ€" man, with a wig, whom he introduced as the manager of the Vienna opera, and who, in bland voice and complimentary language, offered Sylvia an engagement. She asked for one day in which to conâ€" sider the proposalâ€"and accepted it. "You will stay with me, Merey? You will always stay with me?" she said, when she told her. "Not that she will stop there, my lord," he said, earnestly. "She is fitted for higher work, for she will act as well as sing, mark me, and it is the opera and not the concert platform to which she is making." "My dear! my _ dear!" murmured Mercy. "Why do you cry? You are overwrought. Listen to the cheers, Sylvia. Think of the success, the great, overâ€" whelming success, and don‘t ery." Lord Lorrimore was at first opposed to the idea, but a few words from Sylvia, and a long look at her changed face, reconciled him to it. "You will never plied, "and if you I have doue right." And Mercy had drawn the girl to her heart and kissed her. "Yes, I will stay with you, my dear; in fact, I‘m afraid I couldn‘t go even if you sent me away." A month afterwards. while the Vienna Theatre, crammed to its fullest to hear the new singer, Signorina Stella, whose youth and beauty had been the topic of conversation throughout the gay city, rang with the enthusiastic plandits, Sigâ€" norina Stella herself sat in her dressing room, still in her costume, her face covâ€" ered with her hands, her whole frame shaking with sobs, the tears trickling beâ€" tween her fingers. To that pastâ€"divided from the pres ent by so short a space of timeâ€"neither he nor Sylvia ever reverted; but that she was constantly thinking of and dwell ing upon it both he and Mercy knew, as they sometimes watched Sylvia sitâ€" ting in pensive silence, her beantiful Poor Lorrimore was in rather a peeuâ€" liar frame of mind. The two years in which he had set himself to find Neville had expired, and he might have gone back to Audrey with a clear conscience; "What wili your people say if we ever find them, Sylvia?" he said. But the sobs did not cease, and Merey, bending over her, heard her murmur brokenly : o Lord Byron remarked that he woke one morning and found himself famous; and Sylvia might with truth have said the same. â€" "Jack! Jack! Oh, if Jack were only here!‘ oo Taue a e y 4n The successful Signorina Stella, whose fame the clectric wires, were already flashing through Europe, was still as faithful to the man who had paid her ransom as Sylvia, the orphan of Lorn Hope, had been! Sylvia‘s was a genuine success,. lhe musical critics were, for once, unanimous in praising her voice and the way she managed it, and the dramatic critics deâ€" clared that she would in time be as fine an actress as she was a singer. Vienna raved about herâ€"about her beauty, her youuth and her romantic history; and all sorts of absurd rumors went the round of the newspapers. Some hinted that she was the daughter of an English nobleman; others that she was a Russian princess, who had run away from her home because her parents deâ€" clined to allow her to follow the bent of her ienius. and by others it was declarâ€" ed that sne was Lord Lorrimore‘s beâ€" trothed wife, and that she would, notâ€" withstanding her great success recently, wed the English nobleman and retire from the stage forever. liar frame of : which he had s had expired, a back to Audrey Lord Lorrimore looked on at all this in an amazement which he found it imâ€" possible to get rid of, and night after night he would stand at the back of his box and gaze at the lovely young creaâ€" ture on the stage as she beld the huge audience spelibound, and ask _ himself whether he wasn‘t dreaming, and wheâ€" ther this brilliant, dazzling creature could be the girl he had seen in the grasp of Lavarick, the ranger! ° Meanwhile the theatre on the three nights on which she played was full to overflowing. Her appearance was greetâ€" ed with cheers, and wreaths and bouâ€" quets, in accordance with the delightâ€" fully absurd custom, were thrown at her feet. * Sometimes a note was _ concealed among the flowers, and not seldom a costly article of jewelry, These Sylvia handedâ€"the first unopenedâ€"to Mercy, who duly returned them the next mornâ€" ing to the senders. $ All this would have turned the heads of nineteen girls out of twenty but Sylâ€" via took her triumph not only modestly, but with a sense of solemn responsibilâ€" ity. She had worked hard before she made her appearance; she worked still harder, now that the public expected so much from her, and nearly the whole day was spent in studying the music and acting of the parts assigned to her, and she seemed to live entirely for and in her work. CHAPTER XVII find them," she reâ€" did they would say but his love mads â€"him proud, ard he felt that it would be almost mean to go_baclg._ so .to q_yeak, emptyâ€"handed. By this time he hated the very name of Neville Lynne, and yet he felt as if compelied to make one more effort to find him. He resolved that he would spend jast one more month in the search, and then, suceessful or unsuccessful, would go to Audrey and savy. in the latter case: "I have done my vest to restore your friend to you and have failed. I will not hold you to your implied promiseâ€"you are free; but I love you still, and if you can return me a thousandth part of that love, be my wife!" Loprimore emitted a low whistle as he rea)g{trhe terms, $Certainly. It is a grand offer. At this rate you will be a millionairess, my dear Sylvja," he said. "I wonder what you will do with your money," and he smiled. He went next morning to Sylvia‘s hotel to wish her goodâ€"by, and found her and Mercy consulting over an open letter. Sylvia handed it to him with a smile. "I am glad you have come," she said. "Here is an offer from the manager of the London Opera. Shall I accept it or not ?" Sylvia smiled, then she sighed and looked agvay. If Jack had been alive there would have been no need for that question, â€" "Give it to Jack," would have been her answer, "Sylvia finds a way of getting rid of a great deal of it easily enough," said Mercy. "1 sometimes think that all the poor in Parisâ€"â€"" Sylvia laid her fingers on Mercy‘s lips. "No tales out of school!" she exclaimâ€" ed, laughing. "But, indeed, I often ask myself the same question. And here is some more, and a very large sum. Shall I go?" she asked, as ‘lnoék"ls' as a ward addressing her guardian. plied, with a faint sigh. How he wished he could go to London, and be near Auâ€" drey! "I suppose so. It is a very good offer, and you were bound to go to Lonâ€" don sooner or later. They will be diâ€" lighted with you there, Sylvia." "Do you think so?*" she said. modestly. "Sometimes I‘m afraid when I think of it ,and yet"â€"she paused a moment, then went on softlyâ€""I shall be glad to see England again. It is like home. though. I left it when I was such a little girl that I scarcely remember it." He had always avoided mentioning "her brother," and he spoke now very hesitatingly and softly. Sylvia colored and turned pale. "Some day I will tell you all about it, Lord _ Lorrimore," she said, in a low voice. "Iâ€"not now. not now!" and her voice began to tremble, so that Lorriâ€" more quickly changed the subject. He spok of the mission on which he had been engaged for the past two years and more and mentioned his disinelinaâ€" tion to return to the lady who had inâ€" trusted him _ #ith the stramge quest. From his manner Sylvia conjectured that he loved this unnamed lady, and her inâ€" timation to that effect brought forth a prompt â€" acknowledgement from Lorri "You and your brother left it toge ther?" said Lorrimore, gently. Sylvia advised him to return to his inamorita, admit his failure, and trust to heaven for his reward<for such devotion ;nust eventually win a good woman‘s ove. ‘‘It will be best for you and Mise Mercy to hasten to London. In a week or two I will join you there. I have just heard of a last chance; there are seyvâ€" eral gangs of men. mostly Englishmen employed on the new Swiss railway. T will run over and search for my man there, and thenâ€"â€"wel!l,. then I shall be able to go to her and say that I bhave left no stone unturned." ‘Thistle and dandelion down mixed with slender strips of fine tissue paper make an excellent filling for sofa pilâ€" lows. I have the children gather it in salt bags, allowing them a picnic in reâ€" comnense, Lord voice voice more For a few moments Lorrimore was sil ent: then he said : BRIGHT LITTLE ONES MAKE BRIGHT HOMES Babies that are well sleep well, eat well and play well. 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The birth stones are as follows: Janâ€" uary, garnet; February, amethyst; March, bloodstone; April. diamond; May, emerald; June, pearl; July, ruby; August, moonstone; September, sapâ€" {hire; October, opal; November, topaz; Jecember, turquoise, Following are the flowers and their months: January, snowdrop, expressive of fidelity, hope, purity; February, primâ€" rose, sincerity, youth; March, violet, faithfulness, love, modesty; April, daisy, innocence, patience, peace; April, daisy, thorn, hope, happ;f domestic life; June, hon(-ysuckq:, fidelity, love, devotion; July, water lily, purity of heart, faith; August, poppy, consolation; September, morning glory, affection, equanimity; October, hops. hope; November, chrysâ€" anthemum, fidelity, love; December, holâ€" ly, domestic happiness, foresight, At last one of the ushers spoke to her. "Pardon me, madam," he said, "but I must ask you to comply with our rules, Everybody back of you is complaining of your hat. Will you kindly remove it?" _ "I‘ll remove it, sir," she snapped, as she took out the atpin=, lifted the gorâ€" geous creation from her head, and laid it in her lap; "but { want you to underâ€" stard, sir, that I don‘t do it kindly! Not on your life!" _ N AQrre q "Thank youâ€"sir," fervently ejaculated the man in the seat directly back of her, as the curtain went up. BIRTH STONES AND FLOWERS "Yes," I suppose so,)" Lorrimroe re (To be continued.) Askinz Too Much. PCOR BLOOD BRINGS MISERY Pale Faces and Pinched Cheeks Show That Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills Are Needed. Anaemia is wriiter on the features of ninety women and girls out of every hundred. Unmistakable are the signs of "too little blood." The weaker sex is assailed at all ages by the evils resulting from bloodlessâ€" ness, from the girl who is weak and languid, with dull eyes, pale, pinched cheeks, fitful appetite and palpitating heart, to the woman qvho feels never well, with gnawing pains in the back, aching limbs and nervous headaches. . Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pilis are specially. valuable to women of all ages, for they possess the power of making in abundâ€" ance the rich, red blood without which no woman can have perfect health,. They fill the starved veins with new blood so that enfeebled bodies are strengthâ€" ened: weak, nervous systems are fortiâ€" fied and robust bealth restored. Miss Rose D‘Aragon, Waterloo, Que., follows â€" the profession of â€" teaching, which brings more than ordinary strain to all who follow this calling. Miss D‘Aragon says: "It scemed as though I was gradually going into a decline. 1 lost all my strength; my appetite was very poor; 1 was pale and suffered from frequent headaches; 1 was often dizzy, and the least exertion would leave me breathless. I doctored for a time, but with little or no benefit. Ore day I read in the Waterloo Journal the parâ€" ticulars of a case similar to mine cured by Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, and I deâ€" termined to try ‘them. In a few weeks there was a decided improvement jn my condition. and by the time I had taken seven or eight boxes I was again in the best of bealth, and able to enjy m.yself as well as any of my young friends." Sold by all medicine dealers or by mail at 50c a box or six boxes for $2.50 from the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co.. Brockville, Ont. The Department of Physics at the Ontario Agricultural College desires to announce the continuance of its previous offer of assistance to farmears in matters pertaining to drainage. For the past three years we have been authorized by the Minister of Agriâ€" culture to go out and assist any farâ€" mers in taking the levels of his lands for drainage purposes, in planning the sizes of tile for the different drains. and in calculating the grades and sizes of tile for the difefrent drains. A finished map bearing all the inâ€" formation is sent to the owner. This serves two purposes: First, it is used as a guide in constructing drains; Secâ€" ond, it may be preserved as a record of the exact location of every drain, so that if for any reason it should be necessary in years to come to find any drain it could be done accurately at a moment‘s notice. The number of applications for asâ€" sistance has increased very rapidly, so that last year we had many more than we could attend to. To enable us to meet this increased demand the Minister of Agriculture has this year %i\'en us a special approgriution whereby we have been enabled to double our staff for this work. A new feature is being added. We have founq in the pnstLt.hat frequentâ€" ly the neighbors in the vicinity ot the farm being surveyed were interâ€" ested and wished to observe the opâ€" erations. This suggested the desiraâ€" bility of making these demonstraâ€" tions public, and this will be done wherever possible. Anyone _ interâ€" ested will be welcome on all occasions By this means we shall be able to instruct a much larger number in matters pertaining to drainage proâ€" blems. Anyone wishing drainage _ surveyâ€" ing dqne shall apply to Wm. H. Day, 1E ePR ETBE T T whcas Aut>rsiak Mc hittiies Byc 1 Guelph. The only outlay connected with the work is the travelling exâ€" penses of one man, including meals, cartage of instruments and railway fare at one cent a mile each way. ing done shall apply to M Department _ of ‘Pilys‘i.cs The department has just issuéd a pamphlet on ‘"Farm Drainage Operaâ€" tions," which may be had on applicaâ€" 7 per cent., and a decline from the high point of last year to May of 15 1â€"2 per went. _ Bradstreet‘s index number of New York prices shows a fall here of 12 3â€"4 per cent. from the high level of last year. Both agree that staple prices are now the lowest in three years. But this conclusion is likely to be disâ€" necessaries of life are considered. Isread and meat, which enter first into actual daily cost of living, show in the one case an advance of just 25 per cent. over March, 1907, and for the other, a deâ€" cline of 2 per cent.â€"this latter being in whole sale prices and probably not reachâ€" ing the consumer. Has 1t Come Down Since the Panic of 1907, or Not? The London Economist figures a deâ€" cline in average cost of commodities, during the first four months of 1908, of Bradstreet‘s figures show that gricm of packed provisions are down per cent. from last year, fruit 30 per cent., But this conclusion is likely to be disâ€" puted by any househoider. His jiving expenses have not decreased, except through buying less; the average citizen will say it now costs more to sive than before the panic. And he is right, if ASSISTANCE IN DRAINAGE. THE COST OF LIVING. WM. K. DAY, Lecturer in Physics. and leather, textiles, drugs, coal and oil something like 10 per cent. But they do not reckon in the price of canned vegeâ€" tables, which, as with flour, are higher, because of the bad growing weather of 1907, or the numerous preserves isto whose composition enters sugar, which has advanced in price. ,Instead, the Bradstrects‘ table includes metais like iron, tin and copper, which have faJlea 30 to 50 per cent. from a year ago, bat which cut an altogether mmor figure ia current expenses. The best sign of future reduction in Another Trust. cost of living is the promise of good Eva (reading novel)â€"She riveted her erops in 1908; the worst is the reviving | ¢yes. rendency to speculative rise in prices. Dickâ€"You don‘t say so* The most perplexing eonsideration is, Evaâ€"And then she dropped themâ€"â€" who got or {:getting the benefit of the Dickâ€"My! My Just like a woman. fall in meat and cotton goods at first | She can never nail or rivet anything seâ€" hand? Not the consumer, apparently. | curely.â€"Chicago News, °_ Curious Likeness Between Animal and Vegetable Forms. The Natural History Museum has faâ€" miliarized most people with the dea of mimicry and ldaggive ‘shenomenn of many kinds, says The Westminst r Gazette. As Professor Dean, of Colâ€" umbia University, has recently reâ€" marked, we have reached the :tage it which the public is shown a buttarâ€" fly mountetr on a twi{‘ so as to show the protective resemblance betwean the insect and the leaves. But the leaves may be those of a beechâ€"tree from the Fatherland, and the butâ€" terily may have been born and brea in far Cathay. % There are many cases of plan cf coloration which seem to be of no use, and even may appear to be danâ€" gerous to the animal. And there are resemblances which seem to have no meaning whatever, and of these Proâ€" fessor Dean gives many . instances. Japanese tradition relates that after a naval battle it was noticed that the carapace of a certain crab bore the impress of a human face, the face of a Taira warrior, to which "fact‘" the crustacean now owes its name. Squash seeds, when drying, acquire during the procese of unequal contraction cerâ€" tain irreg;xlnr de})ren.sions on their surface. These often take the form of Japanese â€" characters. _ Professor Dean has known a Japanese scholar puzzle over them for several minutes in the endeavor to read them. On the Chrysalis of the butterfly Fenisca tarquinius is a remarkable resemâ€" blance to a human face, Caucasion in type, almost "a larial mask of Tarâ€" quin himself." _____ _ ies The pupa of Spalgis, which hails from West Africa, mimics the face of a chimpanzee. Why should the larva of the craneâ€"fly, which lives in wet, rotten wood or underground, benetiv by looking exactly like an octopus? The pupse of bombycids are like mummy cases. _ Faces of French poodles are on the wings of the orâ€" angeâ€"winged Colia, and most boys have been commas and the like on moths‘ wings. A treeâ€"hopper and its young are exactly like a group of tiny birds, with luug nec{:, swelling breasts and drooping tails. The neck of the cobra is adorned with specâ€" tacles. That the sphenoid bone of a rabbit is like a fox‘s head has long been known, but many may not have recognized in the seedâ€"pods of the snapdragon the skulls on poles, the "medicine" _ ornaments of savage tribes. These and numerous other inâ€" stances lead Professor Dean to warn us against too readily accepting every apparent instance of the protective doctrine. The Servant Problem. Hashimura Togo, the inimitable Japâ€" anese schoolboy, whose letters appear in Collier‘s, gives some interesting experiâ€" ences t\:- week in velling of his struggles with the servant problem. In part he says: "Have you got some good references of recommend to show you could hold situation of Servant Problem | elseâ€" where?" he say it. Your druggist, grocer, or general storeâ€" keeper will supply you with Wilson‘s Fly Pads, and you cannot afford to be without them,. Avoid unsatisfactory subâ€" stitutes. "Of sure 1 have!" 1 degrade, so 1 took from my inward vest following reâ€" commend of my intelligence which 1 wrote myself: 5â€"I am nurseâ€"maiden _ for delighted home of Duglas Willkin«, Sansalite 1 am request to perambulate Hon,. Godâ€" frey, which is a baby. out near some fresh air which he enjov breathing it. There I meet H. Wanda, Japanese socialâ€" ist, who discourse with me about Priâ€" vate Ownership. While this important talk is doing Hon. Baby get himself deâ€" tached from buggyâ€"ride by one method or another. I am conversing too much 1â€"Mrs. C. W. O‘Brien, honorable lady, where I do table wait & terrible ordsel from fresh American gentleman who say "Jap boy!" with voice so I am very sorâ€" ry when hot soup drown him at collar & I am next irritate to raceâ€"riot _ with Whang So, China boy of dogly face & terminate there by hanging him by the tail of his head to hon. doorâ€"knob. goodâ€"bye, Mrs. C. W. O‘Brien! _ Time there was 3 week. 4â€"fGolden West Garage, where 1 am manicure for automobiles. "Are you acâ€" quainted to ddSsa‘v Hon. Boss. "O, gladly!" I bereft. I try, but Hon. Gasâ€" oline object by explosion. I do not care for this place. Time there was 6 minite. road. She do not thank me at deparâ€" ture. ~Time there was 3 days.â€"Collier‘s, May 30. 1908. 2â€"Hon. Miss Maizie Jones, young lady of considerable antiquity & large averâ€" age weight, promise pay me 10¢ hr. teach her bisicle ride. I teach her gently by uphill; but by downhill teaching become deliciously rapid because of nervousness enjoyed ‘by hon. machinery. Japanese boy is earnest to stop it & can not do til Baker Wagen ensue & leave Hon. Maizie broke among machinery. I am Hospital Corps for help; but Hon. Maiâ€" gie become loudly thankless. ‘Time there was 14 hr. and no pay. 8â€"Board House _ of Mrs. Van Horn. There 1 am guaranteed for experienced windowâ€"wash. This is a high task _ of scrubbing and I am serious about it unâ€" til sudsâ€"bucket overspill 3 stories to top of Episcopal Clergyman who notice it. Hashimura Togo depart with fireâ€"alarm. Time there was 2 days, 15 minite. to notice this until Hon. Mrs, Willkins approach to say with hysterick, "‘Where is them Baby*" T should like to an«wer., By gearch for it I discoyer Hon. Baby slumbering amongst _ potatoâ€"bush by MIMICRY IN NATURE ONTA "Paw, what is the white slave traf fiey" One He‘d Gladly Foot. Motherâ€"My dear, I‘m _ afraid _ your choice of William as a fiance . doesn‘t quite meet your father‘s approval, _ Daughterâ€"Well, ma, you know how dad objects to my Bills on principleâ€" Boston Transcript. . _ "Buying and selling baseball players, Tommy." As to a Friend, "With all his faults he had considerâ€" able public spirit." "I never heard anything about that." "He was no boaster. _ But he never made a practice of getting his hair cut on Saturday afternoon."~â€"Kansas City Journal. The timid young woman, who had let ters of introduction to the great man had ventured to call. "You are «o busy. judge," she said "I know a young man, very ambitious, who is anxious to make a record for himseW,. Could you mgrst a way * "Sure, Why doesn‘t he get a job with a phonograph company."~â€"Detroit Free Press you do : TORONTO Wick now. b werd tra ing WA wing editor, "Fit for a fig the reporter. "That‘s lucky chanee at both. ter a wedding Courierâ€"Journal week. Janeâ€"Xo‘m. 1 didn‘t think it necesâ€" sary s«ince the neighbors across _ the street moved away.â€"Bohemian. Mrs. washed Nagegrâ€"I‘ve put one poor chap on bis feet, anyway. Mrs. Naggerâ€"Whom bave you been fooling your money on now? . _ _ _ Bogl. n« Farmerâ€"Can‘t you read mister?® That sign says ‘‘No Shooting Allowed." _ _ _ _ _ Naggerâ€"Your next husband, madam! I‘ve had my life insured. pai HMunterâ€"I‘m not shooting sloud nolecless gun. M Dickâ€"You don‘t say so* Evaâ€"And then she a'rpd themâ€"â€" Dickâ€"My! My Just like a woman troy thing "What‘s the mlu.g-{'. "Would you beliet« showed her my new and biss gy2 m'}éfi'ufi'.'--x'mm' i 5. _ Formerâ€"Because this is a prohibition disâ€" H trict Famer Objectively Considered, Rupglesâ€"What horse power is your R m s M you THE REASON. Visitorâ€"If your village is so healthy why gg W lis but automobile her be \ think Elsie Brown is the meanest Gett Ond end me Hedg LATBST INVENTION Nosei hi _ you beliete it of hert _ I er my new Merry Widow hat went right out and bought a Somethins Saved m Nothing Doing Badly Rattled vhe the fir« ag but An Assignment Not Necessary Cetting Ready CON®IDERATE A Mear Trick Onlv Then elgh~â€"Jane, . you front windows in One Way dal t O, No! What The 1} ive d 1 think you‘ll get a | want you to look afâ€" i the coal regions."â€" e to Nature guess, That‘s _ the to haul it to the reâ€" broke down on â€" a j“d!!:' 8 tbout . di lays in 1 UMCE, frolic PE} h: 1e willl wipes she said, disturbing t lat 11 that vou haven‘t over _ a liable to Thi he hard nswered m two u, old miana ied a rk 1st l M W Ip de