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*% "Who is here? Whom do you mean?" asked the solicitor, almost dropping his knifa and fork in his surprise. "Ohb, I‘m in no hurry," said Mrs. Crawford. She had dismissed the serâ€" vant, and had herself waited to attend to Mr. Barnett‘s wants. He bad scarceâ€" Iy begun to do instioe to the supper, however, when she sudden‘y bentpfgr- ward and whispered almost into his ear: "He‘s here." CHAPTER I. "Who should I mean but Henry Monkton, of course? Came here in the "Who is this letter from, Jenkins?" | middle o‘ the aftermoon, and intends "I dom‘t know, sir. The man who g;u!n: till after the tun_er&l. ltm sfe: brought it is waiting in the front office | L onymtl"gq;el?uhgg?ell h:pe.?f” e for an answer. He looks like a workâ€" | _ "But how did he come to hear of his Ingâ€"man dressed up in his Sunday | brother‘s death so speedily? It will dlothes." I not ':Mi.!l the newspapers till t&mm'{ Mr. John Barnett, solicitor, cut opon|m h-ll‘n!no‘t‘i:l:le"y surely did. no «=â€"«But I need not keep Ivtm out of your bed, Mrs. Crawford ; 1 can attend to m{:elf. I know the way to my room. I have been often bere before, .. you "Because she didna ken I was com( ing. I‘m stayimg in London wi‘ my son Peter now, and I came dow n hbere this mor.nin%l on a visit by chance. I found everything at sixes and sevens, and that puir lassie froet'mg like to break ter heart ; so 1 just stayed on till ye would come." t _ "You were 1uite right. I would have been here earlier, as I told Miss Ashâ€" ley in my letter, but I was detained. Moredun House, Eldergate, Friday, 6 a.m. PDear Sir.â€"I am in great trouble. Mr. Monkton was found dead in the library last night about nine o‘clock. . The cause of death was heart disease. Codul you come down hbere toâ€"day and remain till after the funeral and advise me with regard to the funeral arrangeâ€" ments and bther things. It is & great deal to ask, I know ; but you see I have mno right to interfere in thesa matters, as I am no relative of Mr. Monkton‘s and I do not know what to do. You Brere always his chief friend as well as bis legal adviser. I am afraid of hbis brother coming here when be hears of the death. I enclose notices which I will thaink you to get inserted in the various newspapers.â€"â€" I send this letter by our gardener, who will bring back your replyâ€"Yours truly, i Mr. Barmett followed the loquacious old lady into the room, where supper was immediately brought in. "I am surprised to see you Mrs. Crawford," he said, "I did not know you were here. Miss Ashley did not mention you in ber letter this morning." _ â€" no family of his own, and Miss Ashâ€" ley had lived at Moredun House for the past ten years. Her aunt, Mrs. Monkton, had died, afew years beâ€" fore. By the terms of Mr. Monkton‘s wiii, worih Mr. sarnett nimseit hbad drawm, the latter knew that he, along with Sir Andrew Dawson, a wealthy neighbour of Mr. Monkton‘s, was a.g- pointed an executor, and a joint guardâ€" ian of Miss Ashley until she should attain the age of twentyâ€"one. This she would not reach for nearly three years yet; and in the interval, some arrangement must be come to with reference to her. Mr. John Barnett, solicitor, cut open the envelope carefully, as was his habit, took out the enclosure, and "Confound Morgan!" he said to Jenkins, who was his beadâ€"slerk, and who had waited behind the others, in case of anything being required. s could mot get away earlier. It will be after ten before I get to Mr. Monkâ€" ton‘s house, for I will have to wait till the eight o‘clock train now, L must go bome first. 1 shall not be back at the office till Wednesday ; but if there should be anything particularly pressing, I might take a run up.â€"You can let me know how things go on, Jenkins." "All right, sit," anmswered Jenkins; and then Mr. Barnett departed. He left Euston Station at eight o‘clock en route for Eldergate, which was distant from the Metropolis about two hours‘ journey by rail. Mr. Monkâ€" ton‘s carriage was in waiting at the station, and he wrs soon being driven up the avenue to the house. was one," he said to himself. "He will give us some trouble, if he can. Howâ€" ever, be need not try to dispute the will; although I believe he would do it in a minute, if he thought he had the ghost of a chance." A footmian wiho apfi:erod to be the only one awnke in the house, opened the door to him. But as he entered an old lady, whem» Mr. Barnett recogâ€" nised as a distant cousin of Mr. Monkâ€" ton‘s met him in the ball. She was a sturdy old Acotchwomian, hale and hgarty. though upwards of sixty years "Ye‘re very late. I was thinking ye mightna be here the night now ; and I advised Miss Asbley to gang awa‘ to ber bed, and I would look after ye if ye came. Ye‘ll be rea(g for some supper, I‘m thinking.â€"Come this way into the diningâ€"room.". The note despatched, Mr. Barnett sat down to think over matters Mr. Monkton and be had been friends of many years‘ duration, and having been often at Moredun House, Mr. Barnett was well acquainted with Miss Ashâ€" ley, who was orphan niece of his friend‘s late wife. Mr. Monkton had Here Mr. Barnett‘s meditations were interruK}ed by the entrance of his client, Mr. Morgan, who had come to keep his appointment ; and in a short time both left the office together. It was after five in the afternoon when Mr. Barnett returned. "I hope that brother of Monkton‘s doesn‘t come upon the scene, for he is a thorough scoundrel, if ever there FOILED BY HIMSELEF. The Japanese do not take to fiction. Of 27,000 books published in the Milkâ€" ado‘s empite last year on.l{ 462 beâ€" longed to that class. â€" Works on philâ€" osophy, â€"the pirts aind science and reâ€" ligion stpod the highast in the list. cides is higher in the last four days of June, and lowest in February ; more common among Protestants then Roâ€" man Catholics, and rarest among the Jews.. It increases with education,. and spreads with railways and teleâ€". graphs. _ More men than women a.re‘ swaye.l by its influence, and the averâ€" ‘"No; she didma. She‘s ower frichtâ€" ed for him to do the like o‘ that. She‘s keepit her room ever since he came, or else she would hae been waiting hl"re to see ye. But ye’llhlse?:l ber lnt the morning ht enough. He me Blake the Bardrs:er by ecident at the London station this forencon, and got the news frae him. He hbhas a gude stock o‘ impudence to come bere at the fiemt time, when he kens brawly daurna hae showed his nose hbad his brother beem living.â€"Dear, dear! sic a change as bils death will mak in this house !â€"What‘s to become 0‘ that La-““’ i’“S‘“'Gl? be would mind her in is will." C w oi i £20 0 ELCE CACC, CHC WPe 2C CEm ago of suicides is set down at 12 in every 100,000. credited with the following curious inâ€" formation on suicides: The rate of suiâ€" "Thank you. I know my way, Mrs. Crawford," he said, taking the bedroom candle frotm hber hand as they stood together in the hall. "Goodâ€"night. I am sorry to have kept you up so late on my account." ‘"Was he supposed to have beeinlong dead before he was found? Who was the first to discover him? Was it Miss Ashley ¢" "Ay; she was the first. He . had fi’m into the library at seven; and iss Ashley, who had been out at her tea at Sir Andrew Dawson‘s came hbome about nine o‘ciock. When . she went into the room, he was sitting dead at his desk." 4 RBES ‘"Yes. Miss Ashley‘s is next to it. The housekeeper is sleeping wi‘ her in case she should feel eerie. Young peoâ€" ple are aye feared for death, ye ken. Preceded by Mrs. Crawford, Mr. Barnett made his way to the library. This had been his dead friend‘s favourâ€" ite room, where he spent most of his time. ‘The top of the desk was strewn with letters and documents of various kinds, among wiiich Mr. Barnett disâ€" cerned a small bundle of titles, part of those commected with the purchase of Moredun House. He got a newspaâ€" per, and bundled all the papers toâ€" gether. "We will put them in the safe till toâ€"mprrow, when 1 will look them over," said he. "His will must be in the safe or in one of the drawers of this old cabinet." "Dear me, I thocht ye would have had his will," said Mrs. Crawford. *‘"When I made my wuil, though gudeâ€" ness kens I hadna much to leave, my lawyer, Mr. Simpson, tell‘d me that it was usual for lawyers to keep their clients‘ wills." "So it is; but Mr. Monkton liked to keep his own, and his titles and other documents also. But the will won‘t be difficult to find, for I have an idea where he kept it. I will go off to bed now. I shall see Miss Ashâ€" ley in the morning, and Mr. Henry Monkton, too, I suppose. He has not been interfering in the bhouse in any way since he came, has bhe?‘ _ _ "I am glad to hear he is so peaceably inclined. You know the reason of his lnst?quarrel with his brother, I dareâ€" my »# "Yes ; and after that he ordered him out of his house, which he should have done long before. But, as you say, he was far too good to him. They have never spoken since. Were you in the house when Henry Monkton arrived ? He did not come tiil the afternoon, 1 think you said ?" ( "No; 1 was out when he came." "How is he jooking? Does he seem sorry at hearing of his brother‘s death ?" "He was looking kind o‘ strange like, I thocht, amd seemed kind 0‘ startied when I came into the room where he was. I don‘t think he had heard me coming till 1 opened the door. He was civit enough, though, I dinna ken when I saw him behave sae weel. But of course he could searcely act ony other way and his brother lying a corpse 1‘ the house." ‘"Where is the body? In Mr. Monkâ€" ton‘s own room ?" Barnett." ‘"No; he has been keepit himsel‘ very quiet. He maid ye would look after things when ye came. He didna want to meddie wi‘ enything." h ‘"Deed do I. I ken that Henry Monkâ€" ton has been a ne‘erâ€"doâ€"weel a‘ his days, and that his brother was aye far ower gude to him. He paid _ his debts ower and ower again; and to think that after al‘, he would try to rob his brother o‘his ain moneil beâ€" hind his back.â€"I reckon Mr. Monkâ€" ton caught him in the very act o‘ belping himsel‘ to his money out o‘ the safe" ‘"What had he been doing? Reading or what ?" "If you light the gas in the library, I will have a look at them before I go to bed. They will be better locked up, Aat anyrate, if there are any deeds amongst them." y s . "Well, well. I must see after things in the morning. â€"It is a little awkward Henry Monkton being here.â€"Who has charge of the keys of Mr. Monkton‘s private drawers? Miss Asbhley, I preâ€" gume ?" "I hae got them just now.. She wasna fit to look after anything. I locked up some o‘ the drawers mysel since I came." o "Amd the papers that were on Mr. Monkton‘s desk, what was done with thiem ?*"* "They‘re just lying as he left them. I was feared to touch them, and let them lie till ye would see them yerse!.‘ 1 suppose it will be ower late the nicht now. Ye can put them in the safe, if ye like, for I hae the keys here." JAPS LIKE SOLID LITERATURE. er room is m‘ ready for ye, Mr FACTS ABOUT SUICIDES. The late Sir iB. W. Richardson is (To be Continued.) The next morning at sunrise Lord Rippingdale declared with his last ‘"Ha," said my lord, with a wicked smite. "a new violet in the king‘s garâ€" den'" His companion turned on him swiftly. « j mige e . *"My lord," said he, "this is the second time toâ€"day you have slandered this lad{." & y The other lifted his eyebrows. "Is it a slanderto say that the king finds a lady charming at any hour 0‘ the clock‘t P Sir Richard slapped him across the cheek with his glove. _ "I take a pleasant duty from John Enderby‘s shoulders, my lord! I will meel you at your pleasure!" Nor King Nor Country ‘"Were I Mordecai I could better answer that question, your majesty," was my lord‘s reply. "Perhaps â€" my Lord Rippingdale could answer for Haman, the," said his majesty. ) 1 "I am twentyâ€"seven years old," she answered frankly. "Quite old emough to be a countess," he said charmmg‘l{.‘ ‘" and _ young figugh to enjoy t honors thereâ€" So raying, he bowed again, and with a gracious smile dismissed her. She went so quickly that she did not see two gentlemen almost at her elbow as she left the gallery. One of them was Lord Rippingdale. _ _ The answer pleased the king. For he ever turned life into jestâ€"his sorâ€" rows aind his joys. He rose and moâ€" tioned towards the door, and Lord Rippingdale passed out just behind him, followed by Bir Richard Mowbray, who stole a glance at the young chromicler as he went. She saw him, then recognized him, and flushed scarâ€" iet. She did not dare, hewever, to let him come to her. He understood, and be went his way after the king and Lord Rippingdale. | ‘"My Lord Rippingdale," said the king, slowly and bitingly, "what shall be done to the man whom the king delighteth to honor?" _"M)'vimégination is good, but not fifty cubits high, your majesty." In all the years that had passod since the night he had helped her father and hersel{f to escape from Enâ€" derby House, since he aided them to leave their hidingâ€"place on the coast and escape to Holland, sha had never forgotten his last words to her, the laughing look of his eyes, the pressure of his hand. Many a time since she had in hber own mind thought of him as she had heard bher father call him, ‘"Happy Dick Mowbray!" and the reâ€" membrance of his joyous face had been a belp to her in all her sufferings. His brown hair was now streaked with gray, but the light in the face was the ‘"My father would not let me, your majesty. He is only returned to Engâ€" land these few months." + "He is here, toâ€"â€"t" "To be near to me, your majesty." The king bowed low over her hand. "Mistress Enderby," said he, frankly, "we are honored by your presence in this place. _ Toâ€"morrow morning at eleven your father shall come to us. You are still but a child in face," and said; "and yetâ€"eh?" "He saved the life of the kin%," she said; then boldly, confidently, "your maljesiy, for conscience‘s sake be lost allâ€"what can repay him for his dishonored years and his ruined home?" + As she stood watching the departâ€" ing figure she scarcely knew that the queen was preparing to go to ‘her ‘bedâ€" chamber. She became aware of it deâ€" finitely, by the voice of her majesty, now somewhat petulant. Two hbours fater she was walking alome in one of the galleries when, bearing a gentle step behind her, she turned and saw the king. She made an obeisance and was about to move on, when he stopped her, speaking kindly to her, and thanking her for the great pleasure she bhad given him that afternoon. ) 3 "If your majesty secured him estates suitable to his rank he could have no reason to refuse. He was solicitous and firm then for hisâ€"his sonâ€"but now!" ‘"Ah a â€" moment, sweetheart," he said. ‘"No, no," said Charles, kindly, "not ?loxée" while Charles is king of Engâ€" and. Her reply was soarcely above a whisper. 4 ‘"His only child, your majesty." "Upon my soul! _ Upon my soul!" was all Charles said for a moment, and then be added: "Why did you not speak before?" She felt the sincerity under the inâ€" dolent courtesy, and spoke as only a woman can speak for those she loves. ‘"Your majesty, he should have the earldom promised him by Wolsey, and his estates restored to him as he left them." The king langhed dryly. "He might refuse the large earlâ€" goml. as be scorned the little knightâ€" ood." Her reply was as diplomatic and suggestive as it was sincere, and Charles loved such talents. "I must go to the queen," she anâ€" swered hurriedly. "Oh, your majesty, your majesty!" she repeated. ‘"Would you ruin me?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Until the queen welcomed me bere L have had nothing but sorâ€" row. I am friendless and alone." "I am little more than an orphan here," she said, "for my father is now o_nly a common soldier, your majesty, ‘"My father is in your majesty‘s househbold guard," she answered. "He was John Enderbyâ€"alas! none would recognize him now as such." The king stared at her a moment. ‘‘"Youâ€"youâ€"Mistressâ€"you are John Enderby‘s daughter?" f 7 ‘"What should be done for this quasi knight of Enderby?" asked hte ‘"‘What think you, mistress, should be done with him? _ Speak freely of the man whom the king delighteth to honor?" _Jh, youTr m‘::{jesty. your ma'jesty." she said, "I had not thoughtâ€"" She moved on distractedly, but he put out his hand and stayed her. . fiapct "A common _ soldier!" _ repeated Charles a little stiffly; "they told me he was a genmtleman of England doâ€" ing service in Italy." * * same; there was the same alertness and buoyant health in the figure and the same row of laughing white teeth. liip_g_. "Upon my soul, dear Mistress Falkâ€" ingham, I love your aleverness," said the king, "and I will} go further, Iâ€"" He stooped and whispered in her ear, but she drew back in affright and anxâ€" ‘Oh, your mn‘jesty. your majesty," w sipess Eol s+Fo n d mick Aliner bels * @LA TORONTO ‘"‘For years I have paid 15 cents a week insurance. It won‘t be very much I will get; not much more than to pay for a decent funeral. Then I :hgll go back to work, glad that wha earn can be used for the comfort of myself and the three children who are lot{." than the widow. ‘"I don‘t want to be heartiess," she* said, "but is it unnaturalt I can go to bed toâ€"night knowing that m lfie is safe and that my ch‘ldren wifi not be abused. EL know where he is now. L was not going to bu,r{ hiim, but for his children‘s sake, I will give him, who was their fathar, decent burial. For the first time in his life Albers obliged. _ The wh.iske[y;e bhad ruined his heart, and some time between the night and morning he passed away. . There was no happier woman in New York Alber‘s last trip to the jail was for six months. (He was no better whan he came out and his wife _ REFUBED TO LIVE WITH HIM. any more. He came home Friday very drunk and sat in the sitting room of their neat little home all the afterâ€" noon. He quarre.led violenily with his wife and she sent out his ch.d for a policeman, but he was gone when the officer arrived. Late that night word came from Bellevue Hospital that he was dying there. * ‘*What is that to me?" cried the woman, fiercely. "I pray to God that he will die. Then I and my children will feel safe after all these years of terror." Sir Richard came in upon the king at the moment that his majesty was receiving John â€" Enderbyâ€"a whiteâ€" headed oid man, yet hale and strong, breath that be did not know the lady was John Enderby‘s dauighiter, and he begged Sir Richard to carry to Enderâ€" by an apology for all past wrongs. _ ‘"You are welcome to our court, Squire Enderby. You hbave been abâ€" sent too long. You will honor us to accept a tardy justiceâ€"without _ a price," he added in a low tonme. _ : and wearing the uniform of the king‘s guard. The fire of Enderx's eye_ was not quenched.. The king advanced toâ€" warnds him, and said: § _ _ Your majesty," said Enderby, "for (‘3]‘?‘ dusm;o comes too late, but for my idaâ€"â€"â€"" 1 ~% ‘The disease of idleness grew upon him as it always does. ‘He had lost his se‘fâ€"respect, his manhood and decency. He abused his wife when she did not make money enough at the washâ€"tubs for his idleness and his vices, abused her though maternity came, appealing silently to hbim; abused hber though five chidiren came one after the other into the world, each one tryling to enâ€" kindie a spark of manhood in â€" ‘the breast of the drunken brute. But there was no spark left in him. ly. K6 Nee wl "For me your majesty,, all comes too late, exceptâ€"â€"" his voice shook a littleâ€""except the house where L was * Charled lookbd t N 1 Jharles 100 at him gravely. â€" "Upom my soul, Enderby," said he, you age a man to be envied. _ We will not gob you of your good revenge on ourp houke, nor of your independâ€" ence. But still we must have our walv. Your daugh:ter"â€"he turned _ lightly towards Felicityâ€""if she will not re{use me, she camnot upon the ground that you re{fused fatherâ€"she shall be Countess of Elll:gerby in her own right; with estates in keeping!" _ for hiim than to work himsel{. He told her that in this country a man could force ‘his wife under the law to supâ€" port hiim, and she, poor fool, believed bhim. He only worked now when it suitâ€" ed hiim to do so, spending most of his time in the saloons drinking beer and stronger things and playing pinochle with his cronies. "For fifteen years he never brought home one penny to the house, never did a stroke of work," continued the wife. "And oh, how he abused the children, Icould not stand that, and I had him put in jail. When he came out he threatened to kill me and 1 nad him put away again. He had hbeen +n jail several tumes. When he came out be woud come back here and I would wash for hbim again. I did not know my rights under the law." ‘"An earldom can never come too lateâ€"eht" asked the king, smiling gayâ€" "I did not have a month of happiness sinceâ€"not a month," she said the other day. ‘"He would bring home only $4 a week, and when I objected and said that was not enough to live on, he told me to go out and work if I wantâ€" ed more. And within a month [ was working for him, fool that I was. That was my first mistake,. I have had to pay deariy for it." In sourse of tims she met Albert Alâ€" bers, a pianoâ€"maker, who earned $18 and sometimes $21 a week at his trade, sums which seemed princly in the eyes of the poor, peasant maid. He wooed and won her, and eighteen years ago they were married. t it Death Ends a Reign of Terror~â€"For Eighâ€" teen Years She Had rotled For Mim and He Repaid Her With Abuse,. A goodâ€"looking, â€" flaxenâ€"haired girl went to New York city from Germany twenty years ago and went out to serâ€" vice. She was a hardâ€"working girl of the people, and had no trouble in findâ€" ing places or keeping them. "Lord Rippingdale, your majesty," answered Enderby. \ ‘"Yes, yes, my Lord Haman! _ We have already semt for him. It is long past the time." His brow darkened. Womanlike, Mistress Féficilf'gvhad no logical argument against an honor so miunificenily ordained. arc t & ‘"Aind now for your estates, who holds theim?" asked the king. _ _ _ _ Sir Richard Mowbray stepped forâ€" ward and said: # % JOY IN A BEREAVEMENT HER HUSBAND IS DEAD, BUT NO GRIEF FOR THE WIFE. A month later Mowbray was permitâ€" ted to _ return to court, and with him came John Enderby and the Countess of Enderby. When Charles was told how matters had gone between the younger two, he gave vent to a mock indignation, and in consequence he made Sir Richard Mowbray an earl also, that, as he said, they might both be at the same nearness to him; for eliquette was tyrannical, and yet he did not know which of them he loved better! P ‘"Your majesty, Lord Rippingdale is beyond obedience or reparation;" and then he ]gave the message of the dead man to John Enderby. 5 As for the miin so long dishonored, Charles swore that since John Enderâ€" by came not to the king at cou‘rt, the king would go to him at Enderby. And Fo he did in good temper and in great riendship for many a year. (The End.) It was not long before Albers found LET miS WIFE WORK In case of infantile constipation, the following is useful: ‘One tablespoonful of unbolted flour wet with cold water; add one pint of hot water and boil twenty minutes,; add, when taken up, one pint of hot milk. If the stomach seems delicate and irritable strain out the bran. but in ordinary cases retain it. The little tots will not crave meat, and it is unwise to force it u'Pon ‘them while they are very youxfi. he blood of children is richer in solid constituâ€" ents than that of adults, and as animal food increases its richness, their blood is, as it were, set on fire, and the tHocâ€" tor must frts}lllluu;l{1 be sent for to quench the fire with drugs, until the mother learns to regulate their dist. ‘ King Oscar of Sweden is on of her admirers, and especially likes ber singâ€" ing, which he has often heard, and since she has been in Eng‘land the compliment has been paid her of asking her to sing before the Queen. She is a stanch backâ€" er of her adventurous husband, whose departure on his perilous errand cost hber anxieties and misgivings as to which she said little at the time. Since her bhusband‘s return she has sometimes spoken in conversation of her fears, and has said that careful comparison of Dr. Nansen‘s diary with ber record or reâ€" membrance of her own sensations bears her out in the beiief that the times when she was the most concerned about him were the seasons of his greatest peril. That implies a telepathic comâ€" munication borne of intense sympath and solicitude, the possibility of whlcg g‘cienoe seems no longer disposed to Sash and Door Factory. Having Completed dfir New Factory we are now prepared _ _Of Dr. Nansen‘s wife, not: much inâ€" formation has found its way into print. She seems to have a very imperfectly developed taste for publication, but what is known of her is interestâ€" ing, and indicates that she is an unâ€" common woman, both in talent and character. It is recorded by Dr. Nanâ€" sen‘s biographers, Brogger and Rolfsen, that his first meeting with his future wife was in the woods about Frogner Beator, where one day observing the soles of two feet sticking up out of the snow, he approached them, with naturâ€" al curiosity, in time to see the head of Eva Sars emerge from a snow bank. Dr. Nansen was married in .1889, after his return from his successful expediâ€" tion across Greenland. When he startâ€" ed in the Fram, in 1893, his wife, left at home at Lysaker, near Christiana, with one child, turned for occupation to the development ana use of her gifts as a singer and with noble success. Lumber, Shingles and Lath always + In Stock. _ to FILL ALL ORDERS PROMPTLY. â€" ~ We keep in Stock a large quantity of Sash, Doors, Mouldings, Flooring and the differâ€" ent Kinds of Dressed Lumber for outside shecting. Our Btook of DRY LUMRE is very Large so that all eeders CONSTIPATED TINFANTsS MRS. NANSEN. N. G. & J. McKECHNIRB can be filled. CosTLY FREE SCHOOLS. Immigrant (with large flock of chilâ€" dmn)-fclune Lo this country because I heard that education here was free. 3 Nativeâ€"l? poor man, you were misâ€" informed. To educate tgat family g! chil;inen in this country will bankâ€" rufi you. My goodness are the terms so hight Nothing is charged for the teaching but you will have to ouy about half a tomn of new, standard, revised, improv» ed, and otherwise mutilated school books every month or two. Another plan for turning to account forces of natare as yet dim‘ly udderâ€" stood as is reported from Scandinavia where a savant has discovered a methâ€" od of converting turf into coal. The turf is placed in retorts and graduâ€" ally heated to 250 desrees. The retorts are then closed and the temperature kept up for seven hours. â€" The tar and gas prodiucts are thus retained in the coat mass to the extent of 80 per cent. and the resultant is said to contain 65 Eer cent. of garbon, 6 per cent. of ydrogen, 3.7 water and 5 per cent. of ashes. ‘Turf coal gives about the sams amount of heat as seconds, and has been tested both to Krupp‘siron foundry and for domestic purposes. One thousand kilos are sold for 7s., the cost of preâ€" paring it being about 3s. In "Much Ado About Nothing" is an unmistakable allusion to a characterâ€" istic St. Andrew‘s @gesture in the words, "I know you by the waggling of your head," while in "Titus Anâ€" dronicug"‘ is encountered the pertinent query, ‘"What subtle bole is this?t" In "Richard NIL" again one meets the line, "Put in their bands the bruiz~ inf irons of wrath," and in "Henry VL," Part L., the statement, "I‘)l call for clubs." ~Falstaff‘s ruling gassion was eviâ€" dently golf, for on his deathbead he ‘"babbled of green fields;" and there were certainly links on Prospero‘s Isâ€" land, else why the question, "Why hath the Queen summoned me hither to this short â€" grass‘d green ?" Some ‘commentators _ prefer the reading, ‘"To tee or not totee, that is the quesâ€" tion." _ But arart from this disputed passage, in "Hamlet" there is a referâ€" exoe to the fault of "striking too short. Extracts That Seem to Prove That He Know His Badminton Thoronghly. New golf links have just been open» ed at Stratfordâ€"onâ€"Avon, and an enâ€" deavor is made to establish a conmecâ€" tion between Epakespeare and the royal and ancient game. ~It is said that Shakespeare‘s works mabound in the most direct and explicit reference to the game, several of which have been collected in Miss Wood‘s recent volumse of "Quotations for Occasions." DID SHAKESPEARE PLAY GOLF ? COaAL FROM TURF We onl maste‘s a1 nopele of t 1, If an; tinued, he publisher i mentis aa whether it There can paymenti 8. Aay j the post mame or a sgoribed or 8. If a« gtopped at sontinues . *%o pay for: ofice. Th hat a man 110%N @1 vey an Loans arrac prouy NoTA at Â¥ BUSI nexe® ® I "~P one d Of the 3« First UNDER *‘ County and at rons sls _ of dressed to mitended â€" Township Hor ALL Deputy £. Im. to MONE OFFiOE JA 8 still four tbt’ Bâ€"USR JCFN J A. ICEN Jeb