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ICIDE IN HA LLEO BT LICHTKING, yhire PnDiy.YÂ¥ar: 3rQ 0 Lighining rulltee lem nts bat ng id Pt n al the the Tt nd he n ir alf rd it He looked down at his suit of gray tweed. "Oh, you can go to the pit, as you are not dressed," said Sylvia, and she laughâ€" "Miss Mercy‘s love, madam, and it is time to dress." S;lvh nodded and smiled. "You see Mercy is still my guardian angel," she said. "She watches over me almost every hour of the day. 1 am sorry she is not here to see ; but she is not well, and I me made her rest. I must run away and put my cloak on. You will come to the opera toâ€"night, Lord Lorrimore?" "There‘s not much to tell, he zaid, hesitatingly, as he wondered what Sy!â€" via would say if she knew how closely Andro! was conmnected with his "adsenâ€" tures." "I have just come buck from Switzerlandâ€"â€"* The servant knocked at the door and entered. Lorrimore stole a glance at the down cast face. "You are looking absurdly well," Sylâ€" via ran on; "but you must tell us your adventures. Never mind Miss Hope; she need not listen unless she likes." "Oh, it‘s too long a story to tell," said Sylvia. "Suffice it that we dotectâ€" ed an electric bind of sympathy between us, and that we came together »y mutâ€" ual attraction, and thatâ€"here we are. And now, if you will promise not to be too elated, we will remark how glad we are to see n::, and express a hope that u have abandoned the role of Wanderâ€" zf, Jew forever." Audrey‘s and Lorrimore‘s faces flush ed, but Audrey‘s face grew pale agzain. _"You are looking absurdly well," Syl opera singer, my lord?" and she looked up at his dark face with a mischievous mock gravity. Lorrimore smile. "I am rather surprised," he said. "I know how proud you are. But 1 am very glad. fiow did youâ€"â€"* "I‘ve got the best and dearest friend a woman ever had!" Sylvia went on. "We are like two sisters, only more so, aren‘t we, Audrey?t" Audrey smiled and pressed her hand. "I suppose you are surprised and startled to see such a warm fricudship between the great Miss Hope and a poor Lorrimore looked questioningly from one to the other. ipinemn ol us e Gemielty TT he looked not a day older, and, if anyâ€" thing, he was handsomer than ever. ‘A sigh stole from between her lips, and her head drooped. She knew that ho loved her still. A woman knows whether a man‘s heart is still hers after a long absence the first moment she sees him after his return. _ A look is enough., What bad she lostâ€"thrown away? "You seem in capital spirits, Sylvia," he said, with a smile, "and no wonder. 1 have read of your triumphs, and underâ€" stand that all London is at your feet. 1 quite expected to find you the personifiâ€" eation of vanity, and 1 hope you won‘t disappoint me." "1 won‘t," said Sylvia, hu;ghing. "I am almost too vain to live. Yes, I have been very fortunate, and they ail praise me far to much. But this is my greatâ€" est piece of fortune," and she leaned in front of him and took Audrey‘s hand. Andrey rose with her his e x‘k. that he mi listen to the heard so often in He had not seet r"’ and yet, as her splendor, downcast, the lon cheeks, it seemed : {.htd.y that h« yune Burrows, ; Lynne Burrows, and started on the quest for Neville Lynne. "Iâ€"I hope Lady Marlow is quite wall9# Aus 2isa But ‘Alldny seemed to be unable to speak for a moment or two, and she ve her hand in silence to Lorrimore, wron heart rose at the sight of her embarrassâ€" ment. It was the first time she had aver shown any emotion at the sight of him, and it made him hopeful. _ Blmbvnhtmn&.g'oonun :z_wn-h. and Sylvia plied him with 1one, "W\yduyonnocwriuuduUu- "And why have you been away so longt" you were comingt"* she uhd’, chidingly "lldidn’t write because I did not know until yesterday that I was coming to England," he ~ said, scarcely . knowing what he said, all his thoughts seattered r the fact that the woman he loved was tting within reach of his hand. He stole a glance at ber, and his ‘aith ful heart throbbed with love and admirâ€" stion. She was more beautiful than ever, he thought. He longed to hear her rk. that he might once more in realâ€" ylhtqtothovoieowhiehhehad heard so often in his dreams, He had not seen her for nearly three rs, and yet, as she sat there arrayed L-ber splendor, and her lovely face downcast, the long lashes sweeping her cheeks, it seemed to him that it was but {lomdsy that he stood beside her in yune Burrows, and started on the , aren‘t J ou, Alldte’ e @d at her. uce " / / W C Thig yours, Lord Lorrimore; so suubue stt ud "Yes No wonder THE USURPER you are re surprised.! old friend of 0 she is of and she smilâ€" Kflll "Sometimes," he went on, "I have torâ€" turel myself fancying that you had forâ€" gotten, or that some other better man had won your love, and that I should come*â€"back and find you were his wife. My heart leaped when I heard Sylvia call you by the name I have whispered to myself in the silent night, and I knew that you were still Audrey Hope." it riverâ€"so sweet to a woman‘s ear as the voice of the man she loves pleading for that love; and Audrey could not bid it cease. E: mP n n ie o Sn "I don‘t want to take advantage of it in any way. I‘d go all through it again to please you, even if you told me that there was no hope for me. I i0ve you, dear Audrey, more devotedlyâ€"ton thouâ€" sand times better than ever, if that were possible. You see, I have spent the last three years thinking of you. In frost or heat, in city or wilderness, your dear presence _ has seemed to be with mie. Sometimes T have dreamedâ€"and when did T not dream of you‘â€"that you were actually near me; that I could feel your hand in mine, and hear your voiceâ€"acâ€" tually hear your voice. Then, when I woke up and found it was only a dream â€"well, then, I felt bad and wanted to come posting home." A tear rolled down Audrey‘s cheeks, and fell upon her tightly clasped hand, but she did not speak, though she knew that she ought to stop him. But there is no music under heavenâ€"not the thrill ‘ of the nightingale, the clear note of the thrush, the curlew‘s song on some moonâ€" { "Audrey, is there any hupe for me? I don‘t want to trade on this search busiâ€" ness; it was nothing, after all, except being parted from you so long." _ At this piece of masculine simplicity the tears began to gather in Audrey‘s eyes. He broke down, stammering like _ a schoolboy, and leaning forward, took her hand and held it, though it struggled feebly in his grasp. â€"â€"that you might perbaps feel I had done my poor best to prove. my love for you. Not that it wanted any proving, for I think, Audrey. that you bave alâ€" ways known that I have loved you, and that you mightâ€"I meanâ€"â€"" "When I started, Audrey, _ youâ€"no, you didn‘t say a word; but I thought, 1 hoged, that if I were auccessful, that She did not forbid him to continue, and of course he went on, his voice tremblâ€" ing with eagerness. â€"and, Audrey, I have no right to go on; no right to tell you of what lies so near my heart." "Heaven knows I wanted to write to you often enough; but I thought thatâ€" that you would think I was bidding for your sympathy, andâ€"and so I kept silâ€" ent. You see, I hoped to bring your friend back to you. But I haven‘t, and Lorrimore, if he had not been so pasâ€" sionately in love with her. might have felt hurt at the absence of even thanks; but whatever Audrey said or did _ or thought seemed just right and perfect in his eyes, and he went on: "I dare say you wondered why I didn‘t write to you?" Lorrimore was rather astonished by her apathy. The least a man who has been scouring the habitable globe _ for nearly three years to please a lnd{ has a right to expect is that the lady should display some interest in the result of his wearisome mission, but Audrey did not appear to feel anything of the kind. Lorrimore, if he had not been so pasâ€" "It is very strange," said Audrey, in a low voice, but almost coldly. _ _ him "I am afraid you will not be very glad when I tell you that I have come back unsuccessful, and without any good news for you," he said, regretfully, and as humbly as if it were all his fault that he had not brought the missing Neville in his pocket. "I have not found yout lost friend. I have not even been able to bear of him. They say the world is very samall." He amiled. "Anyway, it is I have left unexplored; but he seems to have disappeared as completely as if the earth _ had opened and swallowed "Iâ€"I am very glad to see you, Lord Lorrimare," she said; but there was no gladness in her voice, he noticed, and his heart fell. "Audrey," he said, and his voice tremâ€" bled, "though I came back to see j"ou_ and only you, this meetirg is so sudden and unexpected that I can scarcely beâ€" lieve that it is you sitting so near me. 1 am afraid that I startled you, thatâ€" Audrey, you are not sorry to see me?" he broke off, for her face had grown palâ€" er and more constrained, as if she disâ€" liked being alone with him, as he thought. # Audrey sank beck in her seat, and Lorrimore rose and took a turn across the room; then he returned and sat down beside her again. "1â€"1 will come with you and help you dress, Sylvia," she said. Lord Lorrimore‘s face fell, and he put out his hand impulsively. "One moment, Miss Hope," he said, with a repressed agitation. "Oh, pray, stop and keep him amused for a few minutes or he will be off to the other end of the world, perhaps, beâ€" fore I can get down," said Sylvia, as she ran from the room. Audrey‘s lips quivered, but no sound \ _"You need not be; I deserved it all, | and more,." said Audrey, with a sob. "It was cruel and heartless, but I did it all in a moment, almost without meaning it, iA V B on s t ol ces Tt uc M ain Cb i P â€"I‘m sorry I said what I did the other day_,_ Audrey." "Oh!" exclaimed Sylvia, flushing, as she recalled all the hard things she had said of the unknown lady '%om Lord Lorrimore loved, little thinking she was Audrey. "Oh, dear, then it was you? 1 l 1 NT _ 7y TTVWts HEECeE To We R "So it was," said I who sent him." dered. "I thought it was for Neville Lynne," said Sylvi intention of being witty. "I‘ve only broâ€"broâ€"ken his heart," wailed Audrey. "Only!" said Sylvia. "How bave you done that?" "Oh, can‘t you guess? It was for me thatâ€"that Lord Lorrimore had been wandering all over the earth." "Oh, what has happened?" she exclaimâ€" ed. *"What have you said or done to him? I never saw him like that beâ€" fore!" Sylvia stood staring after him for a moment, then she went into the room and found Audrey lying upon the couch with her face butied in the cushion. "Where?" he said, hoarsely. "To the devil! Goodâ€"by. For God‘s sak., save her, if you can," and, wringing Sylvia‘s hand, he dashed down the stairs. Sylvia was just coming in, .ad he ran against her and sent her tight form spinning against the wall; then he seized her by the arm and, instead of apologizâ€" ing, cried, in a low but terrible voice: "Goodâ€"by, Sylvia; I‘m going." "Going! Where?" gasped _ Sylvia, thinking he had taken leave of his senses, and not knowing whevher to laugh or be frightened at his darkly furâ€" ious face. "I take that back! 1 can‘t wish you happiness; it would be useless! Jordan Lynne! You are going to marry him!" and dashed from the room. He waited as if he expected her to tell him that he had misunderstood her; then he drew a long breath and looked round for his hat, caught it up, and, all unconsciously, crushing it in his mands, said : "Jordan Lynne!" he sai Lynne! It is not possible." _ Lorrimore started, and a _ terrible change came over his face. His Srn- ish blood, what little there was of it, would have glowed if she had mentionâ€" ed any other name, and his heart would have winced; but the name of Jordan Lynne set his blood on fire. That man _ to _ be hber â€" husband! _ Jorâ€" dan, the husband of his beautiful Audrey! _ The _ woman _ whom _ so many good men and true loved perhaps almost as well as he loved her! The thought nearly drove him mad. He knewâ€"feltâ€"that the man was a villain, just as Neville and several others felt it. And this smooth, subtle Sir Jordan was to wed his Audrey! He could not speak; his handsome face grew black, his eyes glowered down upon her as she shrank in all the splendor of her evenâ€" ing dress, and his tall form seemed to dilate and tower over her like that of some indignant and outraged god. ‘ DJ "There is some one, isn‘t there, Auâ€" drey?" he said in a low voice. but her head sank lower, and her face grew hot as if with shame. _ "Who is it?" he asked, in a voice he tried to keep steady. _ i Snd He stood looking down at her, his eyes fixed upon her as if he feared to put the question that yet must be put. He stopped abruptly, for something in Audrey‘s face told him, swiftly as a lightning flash, that there was some one already. He was silent for a moment, gnawing his moustache, then he glanced at her and saw the tears rolling down her face â€"the face which he had loved to picture as bright and happyâ€"and his heart smote him. He calle(f himself a brute to worry this radiant, beautiful creature who was born to wear a smile and go through the world as sorrowless as some tgpicnl bird. Don‘t cry, Audrey," he said, gently. "It does not matter. I shall get over it! Better fellows than I am have had to bear this kind of thing, and I am not going to make you miserable by hangâ€" ing about you with a handkerchief to my eyes, I will accept my dismissal at last. Iâ€"I think I‘ll take myself off now. Tell Sylviaâ€"I‘ve got to hear how you and she became such friends, by the wayâ€"tell her I‘ll come and hear her sing some other night, andâ€"and goodâ€" by, Audrey, I hope you‘ll be happy whoever you marry." "Well, Iâ€"I must bear it. Iâ€"I am sorry that I have troubled you, Audrey. I might have known why you shrank from me when I came in just nowâ€"â€"" "No, no," she said. He shook his head sadly. "Yes, you did. I saw it, butâ€"weil, 1 went on hoping. It is hard for a man to give up hope that he has been nursâ€" ing for years, the hope that has been keeping him alive when everything seemâ€" ed against him." His head drooped, and he put his hand up to stroke his moustache to hide the tremor of his lips. _ ie i 3e sob, half moan, she shrank from him and "No, no!" broke from her trembling lips. "It is ‘no!‘"" he said, almost inaudibly. "That is your answer, Audrey?" _ _ the longing to throw her arms around his neck, hide herself in his strong arms, and give him love for love. Perhaps, with a lover‘s intuition, he read her heart, for he put out his arms toward her; but with a low ery that, was half the Lorrimore‘s arms fel" to his side, and his face paled. . hk She turned her face from him that he might not see the awful longing in it, "It was Sylvia who told me that I ought to come back to the woman I «vedl and tell her that I loved her, and «hat I ought to ask her toâ€"to try and love me in return. Did I do right, Augrey?* Is there any hope for me, or wught I to have stayed away and ceased ) trovble you?" * He¢ hands untwined, and he seized the opportunity to take the one nearest to him. It was burning hot. "Tell me, Audrey," he said in a low voice. "Whatever the verdict is, I will try to bear it. Ifâ€"if what I want canâ€" not be, I will go away and trouble you no more. Audrey, will you be my wife *" A tremor seized Audr:f and she tried to stop him, but she could not speak. _ was a little is for a man called Sylvia, without any witty. confused and bewilâ€" Audrey, "but it was he said. "Jordan " "In De Natchal Way." A rich northerner, walking about in a southern negro settlement, came upon ® house around which sevaal children were playing. Seeing that the family was destitute, he called the oldest negro boy and gave him a dollar, telling aim to spend it for a Christmas turkey. As soon as the generous man had gone, the negro woman called her boy and said: "Thomas, yo‘ gimme dat dollah and 26 git dat turkey in the natchal _ way."â€" Success Magazine. an end to Sunday golf in the Highlands. Not long ago there was a rising of the crofters whose gnzinis form part of the Brora course, with the result that the elub had to face the alternatives of forâ€" bidding Sunday golf or having their course curtailed to such an extent as to make it useless. Since the fleet began to visit the Cromarty Firth many of the officers have been in the habit of playâ€" ing over the Nigg Golf Club‘s course, but the popularity of the gustime among the officers doomed their Sunday lay. The club has issued a notice that gencefntth the course is to be closzd on Sunday. Which means that now there will be no golfing on Sunday north of the Highland line.â€"Pall Mall Gazette. But in spite of this there were two or three golf courses in the north on which a quiet game might be played on Sunâ€" day. The golfer who made use of the privilege had to act cireumspectly, takâ€" ing care that his paraphernalia were not displayed so conspicuously as to offend local susceptibilities. Indeed, he had to take his game almost surreptitiously, and it is want of cireumspection on the part of certain players which has put an end to Sunday golf in the Highlands. posl e en e Ee td ligionists being at one in denoi the "deaecn_.t.ion_o( the Sawbath." Prohibited Now in Highlandsâ€"Used to be Played Surreptitiously. In the Highlands, as might be expectâ€" ed, Sunday golf has 1»“,\': been frownâ€" ed uponâ€"Auld Licht®, Wee Frees, Big Frees and other varieties of Scottish reâ€" ligionists being at one in denouncing the "Ansnoraines k t im e ue The old lady nodded, and laughed with pleased recollection. "What a Turk you was, Master Neville. iss Augrey was a‘most as bad. flguxli? bfiy you made of her. Lor‘, how pleased she wi{l be to see you. The last time she was here she did nothing but talk of you and wonder where you was. Bless her heart, ahe‘s got to be the most beautiful young lady that ever was. She little thinks that you are here, just like the old times!" "You used to jum;; first rate, Mra. Parsons," said Neville, with a smile. "And you used to be very angry for the first five miniites, thenâ€"well, just to punish us you always made vs come in and eat some of tose wonderful eakes of yours." _ "Why lor‘, Master Neville," she exâ€" clamied after the first outburst. "It do seem as if it was. only the other day when you and Miss Audrey used to steal up to the lodge window and shout out just for the fun of seeing me jump in my chair." # w. come, will "It wou‘A have been better if he hed never come back," she said. "Iâ€"I am engaged to Sir Jordan Lynneâ€"â€"* Byivia started. "Oh, poor Lord Lorrimore!" she mur. mured, the tears gathering in her eyes, "Lyone? Is heâ€"â€"* "Neville‘s half brother," said Audrey, "How strange! But, Audrey, dear," and she bent over her and smoothed her hair, "you must not be so wretched. You can‘t help loving one man instead of the other, lpt is not your faultâ€"â€"" Audrey shuddered at the word "love." "Yes, it is," she said. "It is all my fault. I have been cruel and heartless, as you said, and now I am punished." The servant came in to announce that the brougham was at the door. "I must go," said Sylvia. "You won‘t sunpay GoLr IN SCOTLAND. and before I could stop him or take it back he had gome. Men are soâ€"quick andâ€"and sudden, especially this one." "Yes," said Sylvia, in a low voice; "and it is well for us women sometimes that they are." And she thought of the way in which Lord Lorrimore had saved bher from Lavarick. "But why are you so unbhappy, dear? Is it because he has ‘notâ€"found Neville Lynnet" "No, it is not that. 1 don‘t care has become of him nowâ€"L don‘t â€" thatâ€"â€"" "I think I know what you mean, still I don‘t see why you should Lord Lorrimore has come backâ€" Audrey shook her head without ing it trom the cushicn. (To be continued.) you ®" what mean FAl ery But In the United States the coal raised per annum totals 350,821,000 tons, which One million tons of rock (allowing 14 cubic feet to the ton) can be illustrated by a cube having sides about 241 feet in length, The excavation in the construction of the Manchester Ship Canal amounted to 54 millions of eubic yards, of which 12 millions consisted of red sandstone rock. The total of 54 millions could be depictâ€" ed by a wall of material one yard square and 30,884 miles, this wall of excavatâ€" ed material would be sufficient to form a girdle round the world; or it might be represented by a cube of maâ€" terial having sides 378 yards long. One milMWon cubjc y:rd.'ol excavation is equivalent to a cube having sides 100 yards long, or it may be represented by a bank of earth measuring one yard square and 568.2 miles in length. The population of the United Kingâ€" dom consists of about 48,220,000 persons, and if an area of three square feet be allowed for each person to stand on, this great crowd could be accommodatâ€" ed on an area of 4.02 square miles, equal to a square of 2.15 by 2.15 miles; or, if standing shoulder to shoulder, would form a human wall 12,280 milas _ in length, which would extend haifâ€"way round the earth at the equator. Paris contain= 2,714.,000 persons, who could be accommodated comfortably on 0.20 of a square mile, or 0.54 by 0.54 of a mile; n:j the people of Berlin number 2,040,000 souls, who would cover an area of 0.22 of a square mile, and could be contained in a square having sides 0.47 of a mile in length. New York has a population of 3,437, 000 which would cover an area of 0.37 of a square mile, which is equivalent to a square having sides 0.60 of a mile long. The population of the County of Lonâ€" don amounts to 6.549,000, and, allowing 18 inches per person, standing shoulder to shoulder, it would form a human wall 1,680 miles long:; or the whole populaâ€" tion could be placed on an area of 0.7 equare mile, or on & square ha>‘ + sides of 0.84 of a mile. One _ million persons collected toâ€" gether in a crowd, with an allowance of three square feet per person, would covâ€" er an area of 68.8 acresâ€"say 70 acresâ€" or could be contained in a square having sides 577.6 yards long; or, if one allows 18 inches per person, standing shoulder to shoulder, on« million people would exâ€" tend a distance of 284.1 miles, or from London to Ainwick. If the national expenditure, taxes and rates continue to increase annually in the future as they have done in the past, the people of future generations will think in billions, or in millions of millions, In the United States of America and in France people already speak of bilâ€" lions; but a billion in these countries means a thousand millions. This is the age of millions and ,milâ€" lionaires. A few centuries ago people thought in hundreds of thousands, but now one thinks in millions, says the English Mechanic and World of Science. If one studies political economy, finance, astronomy, the atomic theory, the age of the earth, the vibrations oft heat waves, bacteriology, or even the water supply of towns, one must think in milâ€" lions, for each generation of mankind must be traincd to think on a higher scale than the preceding generation, in order to make progress, _ ... L. 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No more in print may any see Churchâ€"socialâ€"oyster jesting gay, Nor read how many men there be Who churchly dues with buttons gay ; ‘The didn‘tâ€"knowâ€"‘twasâ€"lorded jay In print no longer takes his aim; Bmart children seldom have their sayâ€" The jokes is dead; the fact‘s the same. L‘ENvOY. Prince, though you moodily inveigh The r?l'.hwn.’;.:- abou “uan:mm.-_' | t pay ; | The selfâ€"made man jest is passea. | But selfâ€"made men still rise to fame; The odâ€"maid joke is bent and grayâ€" | The joke is dead; the fact‘s the same. I had to find with the working classes was the meanness of their wants, the Em'erty of their aims, tastes and ideals. ducation was needed t ofire them. He himself was not a killâ€"joy, but he warnâ€" ed his audience against professionalized football, People said: “.Fohn Burns has got £200,000 for the unemployed;" and with that sum they expected him to make a new heaven and a new earth. Why did they not do it themselves with their three millions a week wasted on drink and gambling, and rise to the level of their responsibilities! We are glad that Mr. Burns has the courage to speak like this. The doctrine of the old economists, which we understand Mr. Burns to be repeating that the material welfare of the ;fl responds to the standard of conll::t which they set beâ€" fore themselves, is as true as ever it was, â€"London Spectator. Ballade of Ancient Jokes. Though stovepipes jokes sre now n. g., _ Yer stovepipes still cause wrath toâ€"day; At Burnley on Wednesday Mr. Burns delivered an admirable and timely & h on education and emplo t. Ap:e:egardl employment, the cfisJ diffiâ€" culty was that England has a larger number of casual workers than there were in either G or France. Unâ€" skilled labor ought to L "decasualized." ‘Ninety per cent. of those who applied for work to ristress committees were unskilled, casual or general laborers. Too often they were unedueated, resourceâ€" less, aimless and hopeless. The fault he C LOcuot V Peeperee were found 0,000 cubic cent!â€" meters of d;!,awi?ch r:ofguwm in size to a cube of 7 feet sides; but in the air of the streets of Paris 55,000 were found in the same volume of air; while, in the rain water in Paris, 33,800,000 bacteria were found in a cube having sides 7 feet in length. This is equivalent to about 57 bacteria to one cubjc inch. A gramme of street mud, which is equivalent to a small cube of earth hayâ€" ing sides oneâ€"quarter inch in length, conâ€" tains about 78,000,000 bacteria, _ which, if placed in & line side by side, would cover a length of _ 259.74 feet, and a gramme of earth from a cultivated field will contain about 11,000,000 lm which, if lai ide by side, ould ex n aistence o9 d go $0 00 * t Jn the Alpine Mountains no bacteria The amount of liquor consumed amr nually in the United Kingdom isâ€"as folâ€" lows: Wine equal to 15,281,000 gallons, rej)reoented in volume by a cube having sides 135 feet long; beer, equal to 1,270,â€" 828,000 gallons, equivalent to a cube with sides 588 feet in length; and spirite, equal to 44,078,000 gallons, which would form a cube with sides 192 feet source. One million blood corpuscles (which are each about 1â€"3200 inch in diameter), if laid in a row, topiching one another, would cover a distance of 26 feet, and 1,000,000 bacteria (which are about 1â€"5,000 inch in length and 1â€"25,00 inch in diameter), if laid lengthwise, end to end, would extend to a distance of 16.66 feet; but, if laid side by side, they would be 3.33 feet long. The quantity of water used annually for fires in the County of London amâ€" ounts to 14,000,000 gallons, equivalent to 62,500 tons. Of this amount, oneâ€"third is drawn direct from rivers, canals and docks and the remainder from the watâ€" er mains; the total of 14,000,000 is equal to a cube having sides 131 feet square. The total amount of water used anâ€" nually in the County of London for all purposes is 217,567,000 gallons, equal in bulk to a cube having sides nearly 227 feet long, or to a reservoir 622 yards square and 10 feet deep. The velocity of a rifle bullet is about 2,130 feet per second, or 242 miles per mirute, and that of the projectile weighâ€" ing 330 pounds, from a quickâ€"firing nine inch gun, is about 8,000 feet per second, or 34 miles per minute, so that the velocity of the earth is 32.3 times as fast as the latter. A million gallons of water, weigaing 10 pounds per gallon, is equivalent to 4,468.28 tons, and, allowing 36 cubic feet to the ton, this will be equal to a cube of water having sides 54.4 feet in length, or to a reservoir _ 126.7 feet square and 10 feet deep. or nearly 1,100 times as fast as a train going at one mile per minute. There fore a train traveling at this speed would require nearly 1,100 years to acâ€" complish the journey round the earth‘s orbit. The circumference of the ellipse formâ€" ing the orbit of the earth round the sn is about 577,760,000 miles in length, and the earth covers this distance in 365% days, traveling at the rate of 65,910 miles an hour, or 1,098 miles per minute, The distance of the earth from the sun is about 92,000,000 miles, and light travâ€" eling at the rate of 186,700 miles per seeâ€" ond in vavuo, traverses this distance in 8 1â€"4 minutes; but a railway train, goâ€" ing at a speed of 60 _ miles per hour, would take 175 years to reach the sun. Inconnection with the study of astronâ€" omy, it is difficult to realize the meanâ€" ing of millions of miles, but some idea may be gathered from the time that would be taken by an express train, or the shot from a cannon, to cover celesâ€" tial spaces. OUne million building bricks, if piled carefully together so as to form a cube, could be contained in one whose sides were_390.8 feet, or, say, 40 feet long, aiâ€" lowing 16 bricks to the cubic foot, laid without mortar, or a million bricks can be depicted by a wall six feet high, nine inches thick and 2.6 miles long. are equal to a cube having sides 714 y.rd:flong; and in Germany the quanâ€" tity raised is 119,349,000 tons, equivaâ€" lent to a cube with sides 231 yards in length. w (o e t peags Doctrine From John Burns. ONTARIO ARCHIVEsS TORONTO Soe ‘.l Condh AW. ‘g-g; Cl Aime PC 060. â€" It is said there is no the good in the mind but soon 1 the face. Heart qualities ar tNC TACe, â€" Heart qualiities are artists tha work, indeed, behind the screen, yet a last they strike through the canvas an, become manifest in the facial illumina tion. Contrariwise, in men long inure« to vice and crime, sinfu] though ts withi have so disposed of the facial tissu without that the countenance has in i someching of the imp, and something o fl":. crawling serpent.â€"Newell Dwigh Hillis come into our lives, For its remi that we are not the children of the « doomed to perpetual toil, but Thine immortals, bearing the stamp of the vine upon us, we bless Thee . May enter fully into the spirit of the â€" bath. May our vision, dimmed by dust of earth, be cleared so that we : see the deep things of God. May ears be alert to hear the voice of « and may Thy loving benediction o upon us that, as on the morrow we t up the burdens of life again, each < shall be lifted off.the secular into sacred, and our whole life be lived in environment of Thy presence. Ame that we are not the child doomed to perpetual toil immortals, bearing the & vine upon us, we bless enter fully into the spi bath. May our vision, dust of earth, be cleared see the deep things of « thirk of God, of ourselves, of our felâ€" lowâ€"men, and of the future of this world. It was put, not as similar quesâ€" tions are sometimes put, by men uncerâ€" tain of themselves, and whose ears itch to hear any words of praise which the public my utter, Christ _ was sure of Himself, He received not testimony from men, but He knew that the future of mankir4 and the success of the great work entrusted to Him by the Father depended on men‘s intelligent acceptance of Him as the Messenger of God, and upon their spontaneous adoption of Him as their sole King and Leader, _ The thoughts which Jesus had of Himself it is impossible to discover and vain to conâ€" jecture, Aithough His consciousness of being God‘s messenger and representaâ€" tive on earth never failed and never fal tered, there was doubtless enough _ of strangeness in His experience to enable Him to sympathise with all who found ditticulty in comprehending JMs real nature, He was unique, the only one of HMis kind, and whatever intelligent and carnest men had known beforehana of good and eminent statesmen and leaders, might only betray them into error reâ€" | garding this absolutely new and incomâ€" parable figure, So our Lord f“e men time. The patience He showed with His immediate followers is most instructive and most encouraging. * We necessarily think of Christ as the most important Person who has ever appeared in the history of this world. Our attention is turned to Him ineviâ€" tradition persons â€" His ma () Our Father who art in MHeaven, we hallow Thy holy name. We pray that Thou wilt get honor for Thyself among the nations of the earth. We thank Thee for the revelation Thou hast made of what God expects of man,. _ We praise Thee that it is possible for men +o have part with Thee in the work of human resette from sin. _ We pray Thee give to us a clearer sense of «> ty, and . a stronger sense «i responsib:; ty. Make us wise to win souls. Give us tact and courage to do personal work with men. Keep us true to our profession of faith in Christ. And enable us to live more nearly as we pray. For Christ‘s sake, Amen., What Think Ye of Christ? (By the Rev, Marcus Dods, D. D.) "Whom say ye that I am*" Matt. xvi., 15. No question is more worth putting or more worth answering than this, What we think of Christ determines what we Nn i.A mencts ntteats. ctsas. Sm low Thulxoh‘nrt of God, the pilgrim‘s pii L O Lord my God O spring of day! The vision bursts upon the way, As ravished pilgrims wait their stay. Q Lord my God! 0 Lord my God:! O Lord, my God, exaited high, Who came to earth for sin to die; Who late from God‘s own bosom ca To bear ‘the cross, the cross of shame Th{obleedin‘ wounds gave life to me, U Lord, my God, I worship Thee; And Holy! Holy! Holy! ery, O Lord my~God, exalted high! Toronto foldeth, Thou burdenâ€"bearer of the weary, Thou comfort in each moment Jrury, Thou anchor strong ‘midst raging bil. .0 story, Thou b:iygbtmu of the Father‘s glory, Thou Christ whose hand all things upâ€" holdeth, Thou Lamb whose love Thine own en Thou precious theme of wondrous contentment w impossible, aot and there moul ind through Him , but He has cre ion which beaut ns of manvy wh Cns i SgNPSY Rope Heart Pictures O Lord My God FATAL Praver is Creal beautifi of ourselves, of our felâ€" of the future _ of this put, not as similar quesâ€" A Prayer preser think it is pos at the same tin they know it. â€"Eva Rose York uzht tha th > is the is His throu has bosom came ) t in 1 )0G un win Di. Te af