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hct speal 1*r * AIF. rstep,. 1AN, "Oor ta Note MPT _note s not ‘ pag. 1se ho M *They‘ll hear you, sir. ‘Pon my mind, they‘ll hear you, and there‘ll be a pretty how d‘ye do! I wish I had a drop of brandy or something, just to pull you together. You lookâ€"well, you lookâ€"* "OUnt of mind," said Neville. ‘So I am, but it‘s with joy, Trale, joy. What is to be done*" "Come home with me, andâ€"have _ a pipe, Mr. Neville," suggested Trale, _ as one speaks to a child or a sick man in a delitinm, "You ean‘t do any good sitâ€" ting here. Ifâ€"if it‘s the lady you think, you can go to the Grange in the mornâ€" ing,. andâ€"oh, for goodness‘ sake, come home, sirt" A "Xo," said Neville, "Ill stay here. 1 eouldn‘t go if I wanted to, and 1 don‘t. 1 must see her somehow or other. There; I beg your pardon, Trale. I know you think I‘m mad, and _ that the whoie thing‘s a delusion; but I‘m not, and it‘s all true. 1 tell you that lady is the woâ€" man I love, ard from whom I‘ve _ been parted, and whom I must and will see within an hour." "Hush, hush! for goodness‘ saks, Mr. Neville!" pleaded Trale. "We shall be heard directly, and there‘ll be a deuce of a row. There are servants al labout, andâ€"â€"" He stopped _ and ducked his head. "There! Just what I expected! Here‘s one coming now. Come into the shrubbery, sir, pme on," and he dragged ut him. 1.y nn@," # If Trale had said, "The (freat Mogul," Lord Lorrimore could not have seemed more startled. "Mr. Who?" he exclaimed. s "Mr, Neville Lynne," repeated Trale. "IMere, Mr. Neville, here is Lord Lorriâ€" more, a friend of Miss Hope‘s" and be pulled at Neville. Neville advanced, and nodded impatiâ€" ently. Then he started and stared. for Lord _ Lorrimore, as if some exquisite joke had been perpetrated, flung himself down on the bench and hughzs grimly. "Neville Lynne!" he exclaimed, look:â€" ing up at bim. "That is my rame," said Neville, starâ€" ing at him. "I bave not the pleasure of knowingâ€"* _ * "By heaven! that‘s not my fault!" exâ€" claimed Lorrrimore, with sardonic irony,. "secing that I‘ve spent months and tramped thousands of miles in trying to make your acquaintance, Mr. Lynne." Neville put his hand to his head. "Iâ€"I don‘t understand," he stammerâ€" ed. "There is some mistakeâ€"delusion." "There is no delusion in the fact that I have been scouring a greater portion of the habitable globe in search of you." "It‘s all right," he said, still thinking the man was one of the Grange servants. "It‘s me, Trale, Inspector Traie, andâ€"â€"* "Trale!" said the voice. "What are you doing here? Don‘t you know me?*" Trale peered at him. "Clod bless my soul! It isn‘t Lord Lorâ€" rimore, is it*" he exclaimed. "Yes," said Lorrimore, coloring a' little. "I was going to call at the Grange. I‘mâ€"I‘m just starting for Afâ€" | rict, and wanted to say goodâ€"bye to Miss | Hope, andâ€" But what are you doing’ here?t Is there anything wrong?" "No, no," said Trale; "nothing wrong,. my lord." "Who is that with you, one of your men?" asked Lorrimare, nodding toward Neville, who stood still looking at the tirange and listening to the voice, and utterly and completely regardless of his companions. "That," stammered Trale. "Ohb, no, no, not one of my menâ€"oh, er, what‘s the use of trying to keep it dark? No, my lord; _ this gentleman is Mr. Neville pull him into the too late. Vootsteps were heard coming nearer, and presently a tall figure strode up to them, and a voice sternly demanded : "Who‘s theret" Irale pressed Neville‘s arm to keep him silent. The newcomer repeated the question and advanced upon their hiding place. "It‘s all up," said Trale, with a groan "We must face the music," and he step ped out. HON. WM. GIBSON, President S. C. MACDONALD, Manager A Trust Company Doing a Bank of Hamilton Building, â€" â€" â€" â€" Ramiton, Ont. MERCANTILE TRUST Co. THE USURPER allowed him to half lead, half shrubbery, but it was etrator, Trustee, Guardian. Assignes, Liquidator, + Transfer Agents, Registrar of Shares. AUTHORIZED To AcTt e. "Oh, no, no, er, what‘s the dark? No, my is Mr. Neville Strictly Trust and Agency Business he said. Lorrimore started . up, down. er to be wondered at, that I should be anxious to get away from the sight of your brother‘s happiness. I am going to Africa. It is a charming country, and presents all kinds of novelty to the jadâ€" ed traveler, andâ€"But I think it would be more interesting if we talked of yourâ€" self, Mr. Lynne, and first, if you will not deem me impertinently inquisitive, I should like to askâ€" whereâ€"theâ€"devil "You lovedâ€" Ah! And she â€"Jordant" "Exactly," said Lorrimore, laconically. "When I came back I found her eugaged to marry your brother, Mr. Lynne. Mind, I make no complaint. She was not enâ€" gaged to me; had given me no distinet promise,. Butâ€"but as I have the misforâ€" tune to lowe her still, it is not altogethâ€" â€"you have been these last three years? Down a coal mine, up in a balloon, _ at the bottom of the sea in a diving bell, or where??" * Neville looked at him. "I have been for the greater part of the time gold diggin? in Australia," he said, "in a place called Lorn Hopeâ€"â€"" Lorrimore swung round upon him, "I beg your pardon! Where?" "In a place ealled Lorn Hope," _ reâ€" "The young lady was so dear said Lorrimore, \ "Dear to me!" echoed Neville laughed a strange lavgh, "Sh always has <teen, desrer than Neville looked rather troubled uncertain. "It was beet," be said. "I did the best. When these scoundreis her and left me for dead, they me of every penny I possessed. retorted Lorrimore, grimly. . "How do you dot" and he held out his hand. Neville took it mechanically, and sank on to the seat beside Lorrimore. "Perhaps you‘ll explain, my lord," he said, in = bawildered fashion. "Nothing easier," said Lorrimore. "I only wish it had been asâ€" easy to find you. _ Iâ€"I am a friend of Miss Hope‘s" â€"bhis handsome face clouded darkly as he spoke her nameâ€""andâ€"and at her reâ€" quest I left England three years ago to find another friend of hersâ€"yourself." "Sheâ€"Audreyâ€"sent @ou to find me! (iod bless her!" said Nevillle, his voice shaking. "Amen!" said Lorrimore, fervently "She thought of her old playfellow, Yes, that was like her! God bless her!‘ "Amen again!" said Lorrimore. "Butâ€"but why did she send you, How came you to go," asked Neville, not unâ€" naturally. Lorrimore glanced at Trale, who had discreetly withdrawn out of hearing. "Becauseâ€"because I had the misforâ€" tune to love Miss Hope," said Lorrimore, grimly. plied Neville. 3 Loorimore stared at him. "You didn‘t bear your own name$" he said. "Lorn Hope! Why, 1 was there or near it. There was no Neville Lynne living there then." , "I didn‘t use my own name," said Neâ€" ville.. "I was called the young un, _ or ville.. Jack." "And vere d ad uld like to try to thank you VAULTS Leen, aearer than iile!" ou allowed her to think you said Lorrimore, gravely. ked rather troubled _ and P then sank to you?" then he is, and it for seized robbed Luck 48 "We‘ve got your friend, the famous Signorina Stella. in the house," said the viscount. "She‘ll be delighted to see you, I dare say, and I‘ll set her on to dissuadâ€" ing you from this absurd African idea; eh, Audrey ?" 4 P "Sylvia will be very sorry," she said almost inaudibly. The two left alone were silent for a wovent or two, Audrey‘s heart beating "I‘ll go and see about some wine," said Lord Marlow. Lorrimore said falsely that yes, he had d!nggij and accepted the sigar. "Please ask me another," remarked the viscount. "Most women think it the great aim and end of their lives to enâ€" slave some wretched, unhappy man for Hullo! who‘s this coming meross the lawa â€" By Jove! it‘s Lorrimore! Now look out for squalls, young lady!" and was dead against me. I heard she had fallen into the hands of a kindâ€"heartel lady and a nobleman who would take care of her, ‘and I1â€"I‘m a proud men, Lord Lorrimore, and 1 could not be a burden to her," and he hung his head. "Yâ€"es," said Lorrimore, "You are proud, I sze, But aid it never occur io you that the young lady might sufâ€" ier somewhat at the iuss of her brother, "~o," he said, "Poor Sylvia, did sheâ€" did she grieve much?" _‘ Lorrimore laughed grimly. "Great heaven, he asks me that?" he remurked, ironically. "Did she grieve? Why, my good friend, she nearly died; we had to tight death inch by inch, hour by hour, for days; and as to grieving, whyâ€"but I think I1‘d better stop. _A proud man‘s bad enough, but a conceited one is worse, and 1 should make you conâ€" ceited." Neville held his {face in his hands. "My dear, dear darling!‘ he murmurâ€" ed. "And she‘s in there!" he exclaimed, dropping his hand to Lorrimore‘s arm. "In there! Think of it, my lord! And 1 shall see her directly." Lorrimore sighed. "Yes," he said, hanging his head. "You are & hagpy man! So is the woman 1 love in there, and I shall probably see her directly; but it will be for the last timeâ€"the last time!" and with a sigh he roge. Hullo! who‘s this comin;gr;lcrnfi the lawa â€" By Jove! it‘s Lorrimore! Now look out for squalls, young lady!" and he whistled softly. "Lord Lorrimore!" said Audrey, and she blushed and looked over her shoulâ€" der as if she meant to beat a retreat. "No, you don‘t!" said the viscount. "No running away, Miss Audrey! Hallo, Lorrimore, where did you come from? How are you?" "‘There can be no hope for me, Mr. Lynne," he said. "Miss Audrey is enâ€" gaged to your brother." Neville groaned. "Look here!" he said, in his abrupt, backwoods fashion. _ "Don‘t you go off to Africa yet. You can‘t tell what may turn up. Look at my case! Here am 1 sneaking in this garden to get a glimpse of an old friend, Audrey, and 1 hear the voice"â€"his own brokeâ€""of the girl I love, the girl I‘ve been parted from forâ€" ever, as 1 thought. Take courage by my luck." *Yes! But your girl is not enfinged to arfother manâ€"at least, I don‘t think so; 1 don‘t know!" "There‘s Miss Audrey come out on the terrace, Mr. Neville," he said. "Nowâ€" now, I was thifking if his jordship wouldn‘t mind going and breaking your being here to her, you might go and see her. But you won‘t say anything about â€"aboutâ€"gou know what!" he implored. Lorrimore assented at once, "Wait here, Mr. Lynne, until 1 call," he said, and went toward the terrace. Sylvia had sung twice, and had then run up to see Mercy. "I‘l smoke my cigar on the terrace," said the viscount, "if you‘ll come, Audâ€" rey. The signorina will join us when she comes down, I hopeâ€"that is, if she is not afraid of the night air." ~I‘m afraid of nothing!" responded Sylvia, with a laugh, as she left the room. "Lovely night, isn‘t it?" said the count, as he lit his cigar. Audrey did not repl}', but leaned her head on hber hand and gazed into vaâ€" eancy dreamily. * "How strange it is that your young friend does not get married. If I were unattachedâ€"â€"" and be laugned. "It is very fortunate for you that her ladyship is not here to hear you," said Audrey, with a smile; then she sighed. "Nylvia is very young, much younger than she looksâ€" and why should she get married? Why should it be â€"considered necessary that a woman should marry ?" she asked, with barely concealed bitterâ€" ness and irritation. "What!" gasped Neville, at the mere idea of a doubt. "Sylvia engaged!" "You see!" said Lorrimore, with a sad smile. "You can imagine how 1 feel! Hopeless!" "Fling the other man out of the winâ€" dow," said Lorrimore, with a laugh and a sigh,. "Yes. that‘s all very well for the backwoods of Australia, butâ€"â€"" he shrugged his shoulders, "well, Mr. Lynne, though nothitg would give me greater delight than to fling Sir Jordan out of the windowâ€"I beg your pardon! 1 forâ€" got that he is your brother!" he broke off, apologetically. ‘Neville shook his h>ad and groamed: "Would to God 1 could forget it, too!" he said. Before Lorrimore could ask for an exâ€" planation of this singularly unfraternal sentiment Trale came up. "No, I ean‘t!" said Neville, his hands clinched at his side, his broad chest heayâ€" ing. "If I found Sylvia, my little Sylâ€" via, engaged. I‘dâ€"â€"" Neville, biting his lips, looked at him. "Iâ€"I wouldn‘t give up all hope, Lord Lorrimore," he said. Lorirmore faced round and started, then shook his head. we thought you. Nevilie started. Vis Perfidy often recoi‘s upon its author. ~â€"La Fontaine. â€""He may be a thafe, but he‘s no liar! â€"Philadeiphia Inquirer. â€" "Whatâ€"what â€"is it?" she panted, loking from one to the ocher, her face groyin_g~whiter each moment. A policeman saw a man acting rathe: suspiciously near a jeweller‘s one evenâ€" ing, and going over to him he demandâ€" ed to know who the man was and what he wanted. "I‘m thinking of oPcning a jewellor‘s in this neighborhood," replied the man, "ard I‘m watching to see if there is much trade." Next morning word was received at the station that the shop had been enâ€" tered and robbed during the night. The policeman who had accosted the mysâ€" terious stranger said, Areflr_'ctivrl_v.__ R "Yos, dear," she said, stealing her arm round her, "it is good news. Lord Lorriâ€" more has come toâ€"night with a strange, a wonderfu) story, so strange and won‘! derful as to seem unreal and impossible. Do you think you could bear to bear it. Sylvia." Her voice grew lower, tenderer, "Sometimes great joy is as hard to enâ€" dure as great sorrow ; eometimes to find that those we have lost, lost forever, as we though, are still liyâ€"â€"â€"*" Whereupon the policcman went on his way satisfied> She stop;ml, terrified by the _ look that came into Sylvia‘s face; it was a look as of one who hopes, yet dares not believe. PE _ "Such wonderful things happenâ€"truth is stranger than fiction," stammered Lorrimore, getting near her in case she should faint and fall. *We‘ve read storâ€" ies of people who‘veâ€"who‘veâ€"been supâ€" sed to Le killed onâ€"on the field of [;:ttleâ€"â€"you know, andâ€"and turned up sgain, safe mn{\s‘on!ld after allâ€"â€"* "Of mine?" said Sylvia, smiling. "Has anything gone wrong at the opera? Has the manager refused to give me anothe: engagement? What is it? Why do you all look so grave? You can‘t bring me very bad news, Lord Lorrimor, forâ€"for I have had all my bad news, you see, and all those 1 love, Audrey, and Mercy, and youâ€"if I may say soâ€"are here near me, and safe. What is it?" "It‘sâ€"it‘s good news," stammered Lorâ€" vrimore. but Audrey motioned him to "It‘sâ€"it‘s go rimore, but 4 keep silent. Sylvia â€" etarted, her eyes closed for a moment, and they thought she would fall; she swayed lightly, but she caught Audrey‘s arm. o "Out there in the shrubbery," he said. "Waiting for me to call him. Shall I do so?" "No, no; not yet. He must not come yet, in case she should come out sudâ€" denly and see him, without being pre gnr?dâ€"vah, here she is!" she broke off, as Sylvia‘s voice was heard singing _ as she came. "Here‘s Lord Lorrimore, Sylâ€" via," said Audrey, trembling a little. "Oh, I am so glad!" and her soft little palm clung round his. "And how unexâ€" pectedâ€"isn‘t it, Audrey?" "Yes," said Audrey. "Lord Lorrimore has come onâ€"on businessâ€"business of too fast to allow of her speaking at first, and Lorrimore wonderimg how on earth he should break the news of Neville‘s proximity. At last he said: J â€"*"I‘m afraid I have mfde an unconvertionally _ late Hope, but I meant starting "Yes, I may be a day or two later now. The fact isâ€"â€"" Then, like most men engaged in "bresking" the news, he blurted it out, "Audrey, I have heard of Neville Lynne." "Yes, I‘m glad he‘s turned up, andâ€" and I wish I‘d found him," and be turnâ€" ed his head away. Audrey‘s eyes fell. "But now we‘ve got to break the news to her." he said, "You see what a «plenâ€" did hand I am at that kind of thing, and I‘m afraid you wil have to do it." Sylvia utered an exclamation of plea sure. "You meant," she said, k voice steady by an effort. She started, but did not look overcome with joy. She was too much engaged thinking of another manâ€"the Earl of Lorrimore, to witâ€"to _ be very much moved, even by the return of her old fg‘end. "Neville!" "Yes! Heâ€"well, the fact is, that he is "Well," replied Lorrimore. "I should if Sylvia bad not keen here." hereâ€"â€"" _ "Yes," said Audrey, softly. "I will do it. Where is he?" f § "Sylvia! What has Sylvia to do with him or he with her?" demanded Audrey. Lorrimore was a bad hand at telling a story, and he looked round helplessly. "The long and short of it is," he said, "that they know each otherâ€"that they are both friends." "Sylvia and Neville Lynne!" -“Y".‘l' And in as few words as possible he told her the story, or as much as he knew of it, Audrey‘s eyes growing largâ€" er and larger as she listened and gazed at him. "All the while the poor girl was lying at Wildfall, as near death as she could bet and thinking him dead,. he was at Lorn Hope Camp, within a few miles of her. It‘s the most exasperating, aggraâ€" vating business aht the mind of man can conceive," he said, grimly. "Actually within a few miles of him and not to know of it." "Iâ€"I am so sorty," faltered Audrey. "If I had known the terribel trouble you would have, Iâ€"I never, no, never, would have asked youâ€"â€"* "I see," said Audrey, _ slowly _ and thoughtfully. "Yes, I see!" And she indeed saw more than Lorrimore had put to her. She understood, now, why Sy!â€" via was not married, why she received men‘s homage and admiration with such coldness and reserve. "Oh, the poor girl!" she muttered, "and to think it is Neville Lynne. Oh, I am so glad! So glad!" and in her joy at her prospects of her friend‘s happiness, she turned to him with tears glistening in her eyes, and looking so lovely that poor Lorriâ€" more‘s head swam. yours." "Here! Where! Oh!" and she looked round. "Yes," said Lorrimore. "I met him toâ€" night, by the most singular chance, and I have only iust left him." "Left him? Where? Ob, why did you not bring him with you*" said Audrey. "Oh, I wasn‘t thinking of myself, not at all," he said, simply, "but of poor Sylâ€" via. And now the question is, how am I going to bring him to her without scarâ€" ing her out of her senses? She thinks him deadâ€"dead, don‘t you see*" Not Aitorether Bad t‘Ta be continued.) my visit‘ at hour, _ Miss toâ€"morrow." eving We do not cousider a 7â€"day test conâ€" clusive evidence of the producing capâ€" acity of a cow for the entire year, alâ€" though it is good evidence of her capâ€" acity for six or cight months, and freâ€" quently indicates her capacity as a yearâ€" ly producer. We never have had an A. R. 1. cow that has not made yearly a large quantity of milk anrd butter, * » A yearly test of a cow under normal eonditions as ¢o the health, care and â€" Therefore we say without hesitation that Tâ€"day tests are of great value, inâ€" asmuch as they designate our best producers, and also furnish _ evidence of the producing eapacities of the Holâ€" stein cow. But, while we think 7â€"day tests are valuable, we think 30â€"day tests are more valuable, and that yearly tests are more valuable than 30â€"day ones. feed is infallible evidence of her proâ€" dvcing capacity, but such a tost under upnatural conditions, with too great A Description of the Working of the Wright Brothers‘ Aeroplane. In order to show the general reader the way in which the machine operates, let us fancy ourselves ready for the start. The machine is placed upor a single rail tracks facing the wind, and is securely fastened with a cable. . The engine is put in motion, and the proâ€" pellers in the rear whir, You take your seat at the centre of the machine beside the operator. _ He slips the cable, and you shoot forward. An assistant who has been holding the machine in balance on the rail, starts forward with you, but before you have gone fifty feet the speed is too great for him, and he lets go. Beâ€" fore reaching the end of the track the operstor moves the front rudder, and the machine lifts from the rail like a kite supported by the pressure of the air tunderneath it. ‘The ground under you :s at first a perfect blur, but as you rise the objects become clearer. At a height of one hundred feet you feel hardly any motion at all, except for the wind that strikes your face. If you did not take the precaution to fasten your hat before starting, you have probâ€" ably lost it by this time. The operator moves a lever; the right wing rises, and the machine swings about to the left. You make a very short turn, yet you do not feel the sensation of being thrown from your seat, so often experienced in automobile and railway travel. You find yourself facing toward the point from which you started. "To about a quart of clear water add a tablespoonful of good strong vinegar. In the solution saturate a soft cheesecloth and wring out as dry as pqgsible. With this rub lightly the surface to be cleaned and dry (always rubbing lightly) with a dry piece of cheesecloth, "If afraid of this at first, you might experiment on a section of the furniture that does not showâ€"the inside of the top lid of the piano might do if that is the article to be cleaned. In case of the first application not entirely removing the cloudy look, repeat the operation in about a week, and you will have the satisfaction of seeing your furniture look as fine as it did the day it left the facâ€" tory." Especially When the Surface Has a Blueâ€"Gray Appearance. "If others are troubled as I have been," says a writer in Harper‘s Bazar, "with a blueâ€"grey appearance on the surface of any of their highly polished furniture they may feel perfectly safe in using the following: e The objects on the ground now seem to be moving at much higher speed, though you perceive no change in the pressure of the wind on your face. You know then that you are travelling with the wind. When you near the starting point, the operator stops the motor while still high in the air. The machine coasts down in an oblique angle to the ground, and after sliding fifty or a hundred feet comes to rest. Although the machine often lands when travelling at a speed of a mile a minute, you feel no shock whatever, and cannot, in fact, tell the exact moment at which it first touched the ground. The motor close beside you kept up an almost deafening roar during the whole flight, yet in your excitement you did not notice it till it stopped!â€" From "The Wright Brothers‘ Aeroplane" in the September Century, nds Toronto Far Metallic Roofing Co. MANUFACTURERS, TORONTO and WINNIPEG ITS FIRE, LIGHTNING, RUST and STORM PROOF Yearly Tests Most Valuable. SEE THE mooet Bazn TO POLISH MAKHOGANY, (West End of Dairy Building). HOW IT FLIES. ty & *«‘ k m\ PA oi e ind AT Whaling Ship Home After 24 Years a supply of medicine and stimulating food is indicative of her ruin for fuâ€" ture use. Without doubt many of the great records that are made depend in large measure upon the long preparaâ€" tion, the peculiar skill of the feeder and the special food that is fed. We query whether the rules for the Advanced Reâ€" gistry should not be amended so as to require the supervisor to report the kind and the amount of food and drink that have been given to the cow during the time of each test, and also the w»irat and physical condition of the cow at the beginning of the test. â€"Burton W. Potâ€" ter, Rutland, Mass. a voyage around Cape II. and since has been engaged most of .e time in whaling in northern latitardes, The ship brings news that the whaling ships in the Atlantic are generally making heavy catches this season. The whaling busiâ€" ness seems to have experienced a revival, and with this New Bedford is developing new importance which presents some likeness to its old time activity as a whaling port.â€"Springfield Union. Twentyâ€"four years is a long time for a skhip to be away from its home port, but that is the zecord of a whaling barque that has just docked in New Bedford. The vessel left New Bedford in 1884 for A man may be blind to his own faults and be gifted with second sight where the faults of others are concerned. One of the largest private dsains in New York has recently been completed for the New York Central Railroad to drain the suburban and express yards of the new terminal station at Fortyâ€"second street, The yard for the suburban trains covers twentyâ€"four acres and is about forty feet below the surface of the street, while that for the express trains is twenty feet above the suburban, and has an area of fortyâ€"two acres. The drain has an eliptical section fortyâ€"eight inches high by thirtyâ€"two inches wide, as it crosses the yards to the Lexington aveâ€" nue wall at Fortyâ€"sixth street. There it changes to a circular section six feet in diameter. â€" This runs to the bulkhead line on ‘the East River, where it divides into two branches, each three feet in diameter. The entire drain is built of concrete, with a minimum thickness of twelve inches, reinforeed by steel rods, and the invert lined with a single course of hardâ€"burned red brick.â€"Cement Age. Chopped beef or pork _ cracklings are good to use in Indian bread, which is usually served warm, or they may be mixed with bread and mashed potato season and fried like sausage. Melted beef drippings or tallow can be used in the place of paraffine over the top of jelly. Be sure when cold to cover the space around the edge where it has shrunk away from the glass. tured. Cement pipe of large size, with socket joints, are now extensively used in wiermany, and they *withstand not only the effects of a severe climate, but the chemical action of sewage. Moreâ€" over, they show an extraordinary endurâ€" ance and remain perfect after a severe frost, when brickwork often fails. It is a material that can be worked and moulded in any form and maintains its form when made. It is also capable of repair, which is a point of no small imâ€" portance. These pipes improve materâ€" ially by age, and at the end of a year or two they ring when struck with a clear metallic sound. The modern sewers of Paris are constructed of concrete,. As early as 1869 thirty miles of concrete branch and main sewers had been laid in that city, and toâ€"day throughout Enâ€" rope both.pipe and large sewers are, to a great extent, made of this material. In America the use of concrete sewers is now beginning to assume magnitude, Since engineers have become mo conâ€" versant with the properties of concrete their hesitancy in establishing cowncrete is rapidly disappearing.â€"Cement Age. To make perpetual paste, dissolve half an ounce of alum in two teacupfuls of boiling water, beat in an equal weight of flour, add a few drops of oil of cloves and let boil, This will keep for months. An experienced and expert housekeepâ€" er of my acquaintance, a model mother and grandmother, makes it a point to knock on the kitchen door before enterâ€" ing This degree of privacyâ€"deference, if you pleaseâ€"she accords _ her domestic helpers, who give evidence of appreciaâ€" tion. Do telephones lead to politeness or otherwise? "When they first came into use the answer to this question would have been emphatically in the negative, but now that they are almost universalâ€" ly prevalent, an era of good manners and "thank you‘s" seems to be in full swing. In some communities it is not even possible to quarrel over the teleâ€" phone, although the two women who took part in the following conversation came near it: "Hello! Is this Mrs. Weston®" tl"“.'l "This is your next door neighbor, Mrs. Lawrence. I thought you might be inâ€" terested to know that at the present moment your son Thomas is sitting on one of the sheets which is bleaching on my lawn, and is building a large pile of mud on it." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Lawrence!" exâ€" claimed the mother. "And may I reâ€" turn the favor by informing you that your setter Rab has just rooted up my two new rose bushes, and that he seems to be chewing the buds?" "Oh, indeed! Thank you! Goodâ€"by!" "Not at all. Thank you! Goodâ€"by!"â€" Youth‘s Companion,. Here is a good use for leftâ€"over oatâ€" meal: Make a batter as for bread, add the oatmeal and beat in well. Put in a little lively yeast, and let stand overâ€" night. Add a little salt and soda and bake on a r.nenke griddle. An egg or two is an improvement. ‘The source of all intestinal troubles is the common house fly; his buzz is the first symptom of typhoid. Wilson‘s Fly Pad is the only thing that kills them all. TORONTO Larce Concrete Drain. Telephone Manners Cement Sewer Plipe. Worth Knowing "Did you arrest this man?" asked the police d’justice. "I did not, your honor," answered the officer, formerly a resigent of Boston, "Obviously 1 could not arrest him, for be was not in motion at the time, I merely effected his capture, your honor," His Wifeâ€"*"Would you marry again if I should die?" Her Husbandâ€""What nonsense, my ?:.:li!o J'm not that anxious for you "You may put that back in the showâ€" case," said the indignant Mrs. Lapsling to the milliner, "I wouldn‘t even wear, much less buy, a hat named in honor of that horrid murderess, Charlotte Corduâ€" roy!” The Variable Feminine. Dora (at the party)â€"Geoffrey, you mustn®. monopolize me, you know. Geoffreyâ€"Why, dear, 1 haven‘t been monopolizing you. Doraâ€"Well, why haven‘t you, you stuâ€" pid thing* Premature Explosion. "Madam," said the street car condu tor, "is this your boy*" "Yes, sir, he i=!" she snapped. "And am not going to pay any fare for hit either! He isn‘t five years old vet!" Rubyâ€"*"Well, I was suspended dear. I was in a hammock." Candid Confession. Pearl (in surprise)â€""What! You let that young man kiss you? Why, I am surprised. Don‘t you know the rules of our club firmly state that any girl who lets a young man kiss her will be suspended?" Mistressâ€"You seemed to be enjoying {ounelf last evening, Bridget,. 1 heard oud laughter in the kitchen, Bridgetâ€"Yes, mum, Me policeman couâ€" sin was after droppin‘ in to tell me of me uncle‘s death. â€"Harper‘s Bazar, Judgeâ€"What is your profession Witnessâ€"I am a poet. Judgeâ€"Tha‘t‘s not a profession; disease.â€"Judge, "Is Ghdf: pretty ?" "Why, old man, she‘s almost as pretty as her mothor thinks she is."â€"Harper‘s Chiefâ€"Why should we mix ourselves up in it? The citizens are going to give a homeâ€"coming.â€"Puck. "That is our new coatâ€"ofâ€"armsâ€"chaufâ€" four rampant, policeman couchant, jusâ€" tice of the peace expectant."â€"Montreal Standard. Ararchistâ€"Shall we dynamite the can» didave when he arrives? "Here is a book of love poems the loldl.nf lady, "I have kept the der my pillow for seven moons." cither! HMe isn‘t five "I didn‘t dream of fare for him, ma‘am. to tell you that he‘ handsomest little f« many a day." Then he passed on ing the l::tl.i dame : ing for + "What‘s that curiousâ€"looking charm you are wearing on your watch chain?" "How th ful!" laughed the ‘ow bomecy ought ugh "Thoughful ?" "Yes, you know they say all postry improves with age." Postmanâ€"Oh, the Getthere Correspon dence School is holding a reunion.â€"Bo hemian Magazine, Heâ€" down Lady (to overladen letter carrier)â€" What in the world causes such a heary mail at this season? Bheâ€"A week ago you told me my husband couldn‘t live, and now _ he‘s nearly well. "John! John!" called the excited little wife. "Wâ€"what is it Lucy*" muttered the big baseball _ player, as he drowsily turned over in bed. "Why, there‘s a man downstairs." "Wâ€"what‘s he doing*t" "He‘sâ€"he‘s trying to reach the plate." "Trying to reach the plate! Put him ovt, Kelly; put him out at third!"â€" Chicago News. Bheâ€"I always think of motoring as the poetry of motion, I want to tell you of an inquiry of my little S-Kelr-old Helen, She attends Sunday 1 regularly, _ Returaing home on Sunday, she said: "Mama, every Sunday the man reads how much money each class gives, and then he tells how much Total gives, and Tetal gives more than any one. He must be a rich man. Who is Total, Mama?"â€"â€" The Delineator, wg Wouldâ€"be heroâ€"Courage, my â€" brave man! Just wait until I get a rope, a measuring rod, a Carnegie application blank, two witnesses and a notary pubâ€" lic.â€"Bohemian Magazine, _ The victimâ€"Help! Help! I‘m drown ing. «Jyalke Doctorâ€"I can only express my regre Letting Well Enough Alone Lifeâ€"Saving a La Mode. he passed on down the aisle, 1 portly dame speechless and g Insisting on Accuracy ‘es, until the machine breaks Then it becomes blank verse. Righteous Resentment The New Heraldry ALL HE COULD Do The Supreme Test The Largest Giver Force of Habit Mean Insinuation Supererogation. Diagnosed. By Mail fellow BET years old y« asking you : 1 was only the brighte them un to pay o groing itU‘s & M A + x T 8P t