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3 SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAP- I'BRS:â€"Rex Lyon noteuy manic! Ihiny Brooks. They are unrated by tattoo of ‘oircnmatnnoes 'on their wedding day. Daisy thinks that Rex bu cast her 0“. He is true but be». “even flat the in deed. According to his mother. d in: wish he engages himself to P on» Hut-Inuit. the 990811“! by .the _ first mngincg _ot me. his dying boost-keeps} ooh!“- I“ th‘t his child did not die. but .1"!- Stolen. He lets out to find her. the meter of Whitentone Hell. “I. Hurlhnret'l lecond wife. when he loved better than the first. died and her child in (apposed to heve died with her. After seventeen year! gil- ‘ Wu responsible for Dniny's rec mom]. Lester Stanwick, her tool, threaten: to expose her if the will not marry him. She defies him. Daisy after many visoisoitudel de- termines to visit her Uncle John,but (.113 ill and is cured (or by Detective Tudor whose aid is aought by Mr. Hurlhurst in search {or his missins daughter. Inlay sets out to atop the marriage 0! Pluma and Rex. ’ CHAPTER XXXVI. The shade of night was wrapping It: dusky mantle over the earth as Daisy, flushed and excited, and trom- hling in every limb. alighted from the train at Allendale. Whiteatono Hall was quite a dis:- lance from the station; she had quite 1 walk before her. ’ Not a breath of air Seemed to stir the branches of the tract, and the inky blackness of the sky preaagad the comb)! worm. __.‘-‘__ LA‘A _-“ Since dusk‘the coppery haze seem- ed to gather itself together; great purple masses 0! clouds piled them- selves in the sky; 3 lurid light oflr- epread the hen wens. and now and then the dense. oppressive Iilence was broken by distant peals of thunder, accompanied by great tierce rain- drops. ‘ She remembered. with a little sob, the last time she had traversed that toadâ€"she was seated by John Brooke's side straining her eyes to- ward the bend in the road. watching eagerly (or the tint glimpse of the magnolia-tree. and the handsome young husband waiting there. Daisy drew her oloai closer about her. struggling bravely on through the storm and the darkness. her heart beating so loudly she wondered it did not break. Poor child! how little she knew she was last approgchinc the crisis of her lite! v Coy blushes suffused Daisy's cheeks 5 as she struggled on through the pour-.l lng rain. She forgot she was a wretched. unpitied, forsaken little bride. on 9 mission of such great im- portance. She was only a simple child, alter all. losing sight of all the whole world. as her thoughtsj dwelt on the handsome young fellow, her husband in name only, whom she, saw waiting for her at the trysting- place, looking so cool, so handsome and lovable in his white linen suit and blue tie; his white straw hat, with the blue-dotted band around it. lying on the green grass beside him, and the sunshine drifting through the green leaves on his smiling tacqnnd brown. curling hair. “1! Rex had only known I was. inno- cent. he could not have judged me so harshly. Oh. my love-my love!" she cried out. "Heaven must have made us (or each other. but a (ate more cruel than death has torn us asun- der. 0h. Rex. my love, it you had only hcon more patient with me!" She cnept carefully along the road through the intense darkness and the down-pouring rain. She knew every inch of thd‘ ground. She could not lose her way.‘ She teach- ed the turn in the road which was but a few feet distant. from the magno- liaâ€"tree where {lat she had met Rex and where she had seen him lastâ€"a lew new more and she would reach it. A blinding glare o! lightning light- ed up the menu for one brief instant: there was the tree, but, oh! was it only a “no, of her im ination? she thought she - saw a 11's figure kneeling under it. Daisy was a shrinking. timid lit- tle creature; she dared not move a utep further, although the golden moments that flitted by yvero as pre- cious as her lite-blood. "Who was he. and what was he do- ing there?" she wondered. She stood rooted to the spot. "Perhaps he had taken refuge there from the fury of the storm." ' She thew back. taint with fear, among the protecting shadows of the trees. Another flash of lightâ€"the man was surely gathering wild flow- ers from the rain-drenched grass. . “Surely the man must be mad." thought Daisy, with a cold thrill of horror. Her limbs trembled so from sheer (right they refused to hear her slight weight, and with a shudder of terror she sank down in the wet grass. her eyes fixed as one fascinat- ed on the figure under the ,tree, watching his every movement, as the lurid lightning inumined the scene at brie! intervals. The great bell tram the turret of Whiteatono Hall pealed the hour of lawn, and in the lichtning's flash the «W the man arise from his knees; in one hand he held a small bunch cl flowers. the other was pressed over his heart. Surely there was somethmg Itranxcly {amiliar in that graceful torn: then he turned his face to- ward her. In that one instantaneous glance Ihc had recognized him-it was Rex. her lumndâ€"as he turned hastily (to. t! not. hurrying. rapidly away )3 the direction 0’. Whitestono Ball. ‘1'” van In there alone on hi. Heiress and Wife? vv â€"‘ She remembered how she had walk- .ed home from the rectory with Rex in the moonlight, and thought to her- self how funny it sounded to' hear Rex call her his wife, in that rich melodious voice of his. Septima had said it was such a terrible thing to be married. She had found it just the reverse, as she glanced up into her pretty young husband's face. as they walked home together; and how well she remembered how Rex had taken her in his arms n‘t the gate, kissing her rosy. blushing face. until rshe cried out for mercy. wedding-night under the magnolia- trce in the terrible atorm1"'she asked herself, in a strange, bewildered way. "What could it mean?" She had heard the ceremony was to be per- formed promptly at half past eight, it was seven already. “What could it mean ‘3” She had been too much startled and dismayed when she found it was Rex to make herself known. Ah. no, Rex must never know she was so near him; it was Pluma she must see. She never remembered flowers to grow on that spot. There was noth- ing but the putt carpet of green grass, she remembered. “Why had he come to the magnolia- tree '5’” she asked herself over and over again. A moment later she had reached the self-same spot, and was kneeling beneath the tree. just as Rex had done. She put out her little white hand to caress the grass upon which her husband had knelt, but it was not grass which nether touch. but a bed 0!. flowers ; that was strange, too. One or two beneath her touch were broken from the stem. She knew Rex must have dropped them. and the poor little soul pressed the flow- ers to her lips, murmuring passion- ate. loving words over them. She did not know the flowers were dais- ies; yet they seemed so laminar to the touch. A sudden, blinding flash of light- hing lighted up the spot withalurid light, and she saw a little white cross. with white daisies growing around it, and upon the cross, in that one meteoric flash, she read the words, “Sacred to the memory of Daisy Brgoks." She din not faint. or cry out. or utter any word. She realized all in an instant why Rex had been there. Perhaps he felt some remorse.for casting her of! so cruelly. If some tender regret for her, whom he sup- posed dead, was not stirring in his heart,- why was he there, kneeling before the little cross which bore her name. on his wedding-night? She arose from her knees and made her way swiftly through the storm and the darkness. toward the distant cotton fields. She did not wish to enter the Hall by the. main gate; there was a small path. seldom used, that led to the Hall. which she had often taken from John Brooke's cot- tage; that. was the one she chose to- night. Could it be that he had ever loved her? She held out her arms toward the blazing lights that shone in the distance from Whitestone Hall, with a yearning. passionate cry. Surely, hers was themaddest late,that had ever fallen to the lot of a young girl. ‘ _ A gmat thrill of joy filled her heart, that she was able to prevent the marriage. Although the storm raged in all its fury without. the interior of \V'hitestonq Hall was ablaze with light, that stgeamed‘with a bright, golden glow from every casement. The crimson satin curtains, for some reason. were still looked back, and she could see the trim little maid arranging her long dark hair; she wore a silver-white dressing-robe. bordered around with soft white swan's-down and her dainty white ‘satin-slippered feet rested on a crimson velvet hassock. ‘ “How beautiful she is!” thought the poor little child-wife. wistfully gazing at her fair, (also enemy. “(I can not wonder Rex is dazzled by her peerless. royal-beauty, I was mad to indulge the fatal,‘ foolish dream that he could ever love me, poor, plain little Daisy Brooks." Strains of music. mingled with the hum of voices, fell upon Daisy's ear, as she walked hurriedly up the path, The damp air that swept across her face with the heating rain was; odor- ous with the perfume of rare exotics. The path u _ which she walked com- manded a ful View at Pluma Hurl- hurst’s boudoir. Daisy drew her cloak closer about her, and her thiek veil more securely over her face. As she raised the huge brass knocker her heart beat pitifully, yet she told herself she must be brave to the bitter end. One. two, three minutes passed. Was no one ' coming to answer the summons? Yesâ€"some one came at last. a spruce little French maid, whom Daisy never remembered hav- ing seen before. She laughed outright when Damy falteringly stated her errand. "You are mad to think mademoi- selle will see you to-night,” she ana- wered. contemptuously. “Do you not know that this. is her wedding- night?” “She is not married yet?" cried Daisy. in a law, wailing voice. I must see her!" With a quizzical expression cross- ing her face the girl shrugged her shoulders. an aha scanned the little dark, dripping figure, angwering mockinglyz, Her courage and high resolve seem- ed to give way, and she weptâ€"as woo men weep only once in a life-timeâ€" but the heart. at the French maid was obdnrate. "Mademoiselle would only be angry." she said; “it would b3 as much as my place is worth to even men- not: you to her.” “But my errand can brook no de- lay," urged Daisy. "You do not realize," she gasped, hrokenly, while her delicate frame was shaken with 50b3, and the hot tears fell like rain down her face. . “All that you lay is useleSs," cried the girl, impatiently, as she purposely obstructed the passage-way, holding the doorknob in her hand; “all your speech is in vainâ€"she will ,uot see you. I sayâ€"I will not take her your message." "Thén I will 30 to her myself," cried Daisy, in desperate determina~ tiom. rodeâ€"lighted stairway; "what in the world keeps you down there so long? Came here instantly." _4 'Diaisy knew too ' well the hand- some, impatient face and the im- periqus, ggnganding v_oice. Hut. a LC" ”1301. Wm-uuuo “No an instant." cried Pluma‘, scornfully; “shut the door, Marie. and send that person from. thehguee." “What's the matter Marie?" cried a ishrill voice from the head _of the F1; haughty beauty; stamping her alippered foot impatiently. .. “Misé Hurlhurst. '7 she called out piteously, “I must see you for a few minutes. I shall die if you roque "â€"wâ€"v' me. My errand is one of almost lite 9nd death; it you knew how vitally Important it was you would not re- fuse me.” $10 pantod. “What would a hundred lives. or deaths mean to me?" ,she said, con- temptuously. “I would not listen to you ten minutes toâ€"night If I actually kmew it was to save your lite,” cried “It is for your own sake.” pleaded Daisy. "See. I kneel to you, Miss Hurlhurst. If you would not com- mit a crime. I implore you by all you hold sacred, to hear Incâ€"grant me but a few brief moments." ‘ “Oh. what shall I do!" cried Daisy, wringing her hands. “I am driven to the very verge of madness! Heaven pity Inc-the bitter consequence must fall upon your own head." Plum’ Hurl’hurst laughed a little hard Alaugh ttggt hgd n_o quqic in it. She turned away with a low, bit- tcr cry. as the maid slammed the heavy oakcn door in her face. “There is no other way for me to do.” ghe told herself. despairingly, “but to ace Rex. I do not know how I am going to live through the ordeuli of entering his presence-listeniug to. his voice-u-knowing I bring him such a burden of woeâ€"spoiling his life (or the second tim-r." reopen. “I have heard all that has just passed. young lady," said a kind voice clause bt-side her. “I am extremely sorry for youâ€"your case seems a pitiful one. [am (sorry my daughmr refusod to see you; perhaps I ca_n be of some assist'anoe to you. Iam Miss Hurlhurst' .i father." For a moment Daisy stood irreso- lute. “Follow me into my study. and tell mo your tlouble. You say it concerns my daughter. Perhh aps I can advise you.” Ah. yes! he above all others could help herâ€"he was Pluma's fatherâ€"he could Htop the fatal marriage. She would not be obliged to face Rex. Without another word Daisy turn- ed and followed him. Although Daisy had lived .the greater portion at her life at John Brooks} cottage. on the Hurlhurst plantation. this was the first time she had ever gazed up- on the face of the recluse master of Whitestone Hall. He had spent those years abroad; and poor Daisy's ban- ishment dated from the time ‘the lawn fete had been given in honor of their return. ‘Daisy glanced shyly up through‘hor veil with a strange feeling of awe at the noble face, with the deep lines of suffering around the mouth. as he opened his study door, and. with a stately inclination of the head, bade her ente‘r. She arose and stood before him. clasping her trembling little white hands together supplioatingly. ~ He Iould not see her face. for she stood in the shadow, and the room. was dim- ly‘llghted; but he knew thatvthe sweet, pathetic voice was like_ the sound of silvery bells chlming‘ some halt-forgotten strain. _‘,_ â€"â€"vâ€"â€" “His face is not like Pluma' 3," she thought, ,with a strange flutter at her heart. “He looks good and kind. I am sure I can trust him. Daisy was quite confused as she took the seat he indicated, Mr. Hurlhurst drew up his a‘rm-chair op- posite her, and waited with the ut- most patience ior her to_ commence. “I came to tell you this wedding can notâ€"must notâ€"go on to- night!" she said _excitedly. “I do not understand," he said, alowly, yet gently. “Why do you, a Itranger, come to me on my daugh- ter's wedding-night with such words as theset What reason can you of- fer why this marriage should not proceed 9" _ Basil Hurlhurst' certainly thought the young girl standing before him must be mad. He could not tell whether she had heard his words or not, she‘stood be- fore him,so silent, her little hands working nervously together. She looked wistfully into his face, and she drew her slender figure up to its full height, as she replied, in a low, passionate, musical voice; “Mr. Lyon can not. marry your daughter, air, for he has a living wife." “Mr. Lyon has a wife?” repeated Basil Hurlhurst, literally dumfound- ed with amazement. “In Heaven’l name, explain yourself!" he cried, rising hastily from his chair and facing her. ' The agitation on his face was al- most alarming. His grand old face was as white as his: linen. His eyes were full of eager. painful suspense and excitement. With a violent ef- fort at self control he restrained his emotions. sinking back in his arm- chair like one who had received an unexpected blow. “You will fiat blame Rex," she pleaded, her sweet vo'we choking with emotion; “he believe: me dead." Basil Hurlhurst did not answer; his thoughts were too confused. Yes, it was but too trueâ€"the marriage could not go on. He reached hastily £01 ward the bell-tall)e To Be Continued. Daisy never remembered in what words she told him the startling truth. He never interrupted her until she her! quite finished. She did not 'hear the door quietly CHAPTER. XXX”. An old Scotch’ laird, when on his death- bed, laid to his son; "W'hen ye has naething else to dot ye may be aye atickingin a tree; it will be growing. Jock, when ye'te Bleep- ins." An admonition to which we may .well give heed; not; altogether for the reason given by the canny Scot, but for the stronger and bet- ber reasons that we benefit both ourselves and our tellow men. and increase the value at our property by the improvement. The fact that tree planting is of direct bene- lit to ourselves and our neighbors is little understood by most of us. for the simple reason that the in- terdependence. of animal and veg- etable lite and tree life is not knownâ€"as it would be well for us that it" should be kmown. Trees take their food from the soil and the air. The earthy constituents of the trees are held in solution in the water which goes up from the roots to the leaves, and in the leaves the most important process of feeding takes place; this process is the assimilation or taking up and breaking up. by the leaves, of car- bonic acid gas from the air. All plants breathe. and plants, like animals. breathe in oxygen and breathe out carbonic acid gas. This process at breathing goes on both day and night. but it is far less ac- tive than assimilation. which takes place only in the light; consequently more Carbonic acid gas is taken in- to the tree than is given out,and the surplus carbon remains to be used in the growth of the tree. Ev- ery one knows that it is cooler in the shade of trees than in other shade. but we do not all know that this agreeable coolness is due to the water vapor given off by the trees. principally by the leaves. in fran- spiration; this throwing off of the iwater vapor being simply the get- ting rid of the surplus water which has brought. out mineral food (rem the roots. In this transportation of water- vapor, which agreeably cools the air, the absorption of carbonic ac- id gas, which purifies the air, trees- are directly beneficial to us, and yet, in the wholesale destruction of forests. we have been working against these beneficent influences, and it would be well for us; to con- sider tree-planting solely upon this economic side. If all trees, bushes and shrubs were swept from the earth all animal life would become extinct, hence it is. easy to under- stand that the destruction of even so much tree life has had a detrimental influence upon our climate, making animal life (our life) less easy and comfortable than it might be. Accept- ing this“ premise it follows that the planting of trees would help to rev move the present climatic condi- tions, hence self-interest, the bene- fiting of our neighbors and our- selves, should prompt us to be “aye sticking in a tree." Not only will it be growing while we are sleep- ing. but it Will, possibly, be grow- ing and shedding its blessings abroad long after we have gone hence. “'0 can make the world pleasanter for ourselves while we stay in it. and a better home for those who come after us by planting trees as we have op- portunity. "BE AYE STICKING IN A TREE." CAN PIGS BE FINISHED TOO YOUNG. There is a medium in everything. This would appear to apply as well to the feeding of young pigs for bacon production as to most other matters. In some experiments which have been in progress in Canada,during the past season it had been found that in or- der to obtain the finest Quality of bacon, not only must certain foods be used, but the animals producing it must be allowed to reach a certain stage of maturity before they are slaughtered, If, through the use of specially suitable rations. the ani- mals are forced in growth at such a rate that they become fit for slaught- ering at a particularly early ageâ€" say five or six monthsâ€"it has been found that the quality of the bacon produced is somewhat soft in texture and in other ways defective in some of the points usually regarded as es- sential to a high-class cure. No definite conclusions can yet be drawn from the experiments Which are be- ing carried out! _on this subject, but, so star the results go to show that it may be found advisable to de- precate the production of baconer at an age of from six to twelve months instead of the nine or ten months which has heretofore been the com- mon practice. Here at home the aim of breeders always is to have their pigs in a fit condition for the bacon curer at the age of between seven and eight months, and we have never heard any complaints on the score of “softness’ because of market- ing the pigs at such an age.â€"-Agri- cultural Gazette. Ireland. . FEEDING cows. One of the all important works in the care of the dairy is the feeding, and it should always}. if possible, be done under the eye of the owner, as it is next to an impossibility to hire a man that will have the interest to feed and look to the animals as sharp as the owner. There are many dif- ferent methods of feeding. But, all will equally agree that regularity is the main object to be obtained, the cow knowing breakfast, dinner and supper time as well as the horse or the master and owner. If not fed at regular time the cows become un- easy and are not as comfortable as they should be in order to get the best results at the pail. : - Next to regularity comes-u change of feed. ‘ A change with In cows, like the human family. it! always de- sirable. Coarse fodder can be large- ly ted where a liberal. quantity of grain is used, but should be fed’ judi- ciously and seen to that it in" all eat- en up. It too much is given at one, Onthc Farm. feed to be eaten clean. take can that less in given the next time. No trouble need be experienced in feeding corn fodder. or even some meadow hey, it ted carefully and no waste need be allowed. But after be- ing fed either morning. noon or n' ht, don't disturb the cows. and it t y once get accustomed to the reguler houra they will nut even get up, while you are in the barn doing other work. but lie in their places quietly until the mext feeding _time. \Vater should also be given regu- larly and plentifully. But cowu Should not be compelled to go to the brook to break the ice; but. should have water fromawell with the wa- ter far above the freezing point. Ice water is a little worse for cows than for human beings. Unlucky Sheep Gal. flash by Melt“: The latest idea at the agricul- tural expertisto fatten sheep by‘ms- chinery. Mr. A. D. McNair has just tried the experiment at the Lansing. Mich, Agricultural College. and it was a great success. This lambs got fat all right . but were not killed quick enough, and they died. In ,pursuing his experiment Mr. McNair constructed a movable bottomless DC!) 161- 2 feet long and 8 feet wide. Poultry netting made the sides. can- vas to protect the sheep from sun and I rain was placed over the top. and eight-inch rollers at each corner, Two wires were attached to the pen and run to a small electric motor at the other side (if the field. By this means the pen is drawn slowly across the field and the sheep graze on the growing alfalfa without trampling down and thus partially destroying the .rest of the crop. Water was provided for the sheep. and a piece of rock (salt was also placed on ashelf in the pen. An effort was made to train the sheep to the same regular habits that make men grow gray and die young, but the sheep persisted in only eating when they were hungry and sleeping when they were sleepy. If it had that been. for their dumb brutal perverseness in this respect the experimenters would have been able to keep the pen going according to a regular time table without hav: ing to stop when a sheep took a no-. tion to lie down and sleep and thus block the machine. If the inventors of the unique plan can only breed a variety of sheep that will learn to eat, drink and sleep when their hu- man guardians think they are hun- gry, thirsty and tired. and give the signal for these functions. sheep farming will become a pleasant and profitable business. which will need only electric motors and alarm clocks as. the tools of success. Frances, said the little girl‘s mam- ma. who was entertaining callers in the parlor, you came downstairs so noisily that you could be heard all over the house. You know. how to do it better than that. Now go back an_d come down the stairs like alady. Frances retired, and, after tie lapse of a few minutes re-ent‘erod the parlor. No, dear, I am glad you came down quietly. Now don’t let me ever have to tell you again: not to come down noisily, for I see that you can come down quietly if you will. Now tell these ladies how you managed to come down like a lady the second time, while the first timo' you made so much noise. ' Did you hear ma come downstairs this time, mamma? TOO CLASSIC FOR THEM. A resident in a small suburban town had a visit from a German friend who knew very little English but played the violin well. One of this resident’s neighbours gave a musical evening" and, of course, he and his visitor were invited. The German took his violin, and, when his turn came, he played one of his best pieces, from one of the great masters. The last time I slid down the ban- istors, explained Frances. , When he had finished there was an awkward silence and no applause. The people were still looking expect- antly at the German who looked die- appointed end {metered The silence grew painful. Finally the hostess, quite red in the face, edged over to the side of the German’s friend. Can’t you get him to? she whis- pered. . What do you meant Why, now that he’s got tuned up, isn’t he going to play something! ° Before I register, said the rural guest. 1 would like. to know a few facts about this hotel. Did anybody ever blow out the gas here! No, responded the clerk; I am glad to ady that no one ever did. Anybody ever try to hang them- selves with a sheet ? No. sir. ‘ And nobody ever tumbled out of the “'ide.’ Never! You can register now and feel satisfied. I reckon not. young fellow. It you never had any case like that this must be an new hotel. I only otOp at old-established ones. .In a Lancaehire town 9. big collier over six feet in his stockings, hada very small wife. who, it was report- ed, thrashed henhusband at timeu. A friend met the husband one dey and said to him: They tell me your wife beat; you; is it true, Jack! Oh, aye, replied Jack with good hug mour. . .What do you mean by lettlng a wo- man like your wife thraeh you! A his fellow like you. an strong ass lion, what a blockhead you must be! Well, well, Jock replied, it is this way; it please. her to do it,and it don’t hurt me. . PATTENED BY MACHINERY. CAME DO‘VN LIKE A LADY. ‘HE WAS PLEASING HER. NOT ESTABLISHED. Notes 0! have“ About I... of tho Gnu People 0! lie Woe-H. Lord Salisbury no}; holds the rec- ord as having been Prime Minister longer than any other statuman since the Reform Act wee pueed. ot everybody being sinners. When his tutor told him. that all men were sinners he saw; u my papa. then. a sinner I" On being answered in the attirmative. he exclaimed. with warmth. “But I am sure my mum-- mo. in not I" All the eight ladies who acted u train-bearer- to the Queen on her wedding day thirty-eight years ago. are still alive; all save one are mar- riad. The Lady Victoria Howard is the one exception. The Crown Prince of Germany,whcn younger, did not at all like the idea Few even among his many friend- remember that Sir Howard Vincent wu at one timo a practising barrin- tor of considerable promise. Cnrioua- ly enough. he was e fellow-law pupil of Sir Evelyn Wood. a still more em- inent soldier-barrister. Sir Howard achieved the rare distinction 0! ae- curing sixteen brief: the tint time he went on circuit. There in no more ardent admirer, among foreign Royalties. of England“ and all things English than the Em-‘ press of Japan who. with her hue- hand. has done so much to deveIOp her country on Western lines. The Empress. who has been married thirty years and has a family of five chil- dren. is etill as eeeentially young and vigorous as any of them. Every day she spends an hour in her private gymnasium in the palace at Tokio,and she is said to he on at the. moat skiltul horeewomen in Japan. M. Benjamin Constant. bu been giving his impreulone of Queen Al- exandra an a sitter. “Your Queen." he told an interviewer, “ can never grow old ; she hae perennial youth and perpetual beauty. Ah, what a Sover- eign!" And then, with a great laugh, he added. " Sometimes. when I visited Buckingham Palace. eheokept me wait- 108 for a quarter of an hour. and I was glad of it. for her apology wan so charming and her manner on de- lightful that I could never have had the heart even to look cross." a Literary people are evidently not in need of holiday. so long as they have pens, Ink. and paper. and ac- cess to a library. they can write their books anywhere. end many choose to write them in the quiet seclusion of a country house. Mr. Rider Haggard enjoys the seclusion of a Norfolk (arm. Mr. George Meredith" leads a reclusive life among the Surrey hills, Mr. G. A. Booty writes all his boys' books on board his til-ton yacht, and Dr. Gordon Stables has for his study a gipey caravan in which he wanders at will for a halt of every year. " The public are very fond of offer- ing me advice," Gen. French told an interviewer. "One fellow wrote. 'Why don't you collar their horses I" And then I also have my little correspond- ente who take me after their own lashion. 'My dear French.’ came from :1 Rugby boy. ‘I want you to send me your signature. but mind you don't let your secretary write it ;' and a little girl. expressing herself as very wishful to nee me back in Lon- don. pointed out an immense number of ink crosses she had traced on the paper. and said she hoped I would take them (or kisses." Lord Salisbury speaks best when he rests his elbow on something. In the House of Lords he usually finds the support he needs in two or three books placed one above the other. Somebody one day removed one of these, it was some book of reference, and Lord Salisbury missed it imme- diately. His eloquence was checked, he (laundered in his speech. and did not resume it until the book was returned. On another occasion at hfs own house. where there was a poli- tical meeting, he began to speak ra- ther lamely end after considerable hesitation he walked across his draw- ing room to where there was a rather high fire screen. He got inside this, with his back to the fire, and facing his audience, with his elbow onthe screen. proceeded to make a most elo- quent harangue. ' 'AN EMPHATIC PROMISE. She wasn't feeling very well and had been making him go two or three times to the Chemist's. At last he 80[ comfortably settled in front of the fire with a newspaper. George. dear. want. We have been very happy together. wife to you} haven't If Uh-hub. George. Well I If I shouldâ€"it I should not be spar- edtoyou. you will not marry main! Not if I know it! replied George. with such alacrity and emphasis that she rose from the sofa and went to her room. haven't we! claimed one of the combatants. And he called me e lazy loafer, cried the other. .Iâ€" ‘._ BEALISK. Ethelâ€"Ya. 'w'é blay’éd hulk-d and wife. I kin-ed him and said no VII the handsome“ man in the world. tot! he said. Kaye‘s forty dollau, ‘0 and Shy soda clom. MAYBE BOTH WERE RIGHT. I wouldn't tight my good men. a: the pacemaker. I've always_ been a_truo and loving PERSONAL POINTER!» called me a thief. sir. ex- fillâ€"m mum 31mm; THE OUTLOOK [I ONTARIO A8 A [III- coonanm OIE mu. m Am a nu luau a! be Vaccinatedâ€"lacs! lard- ot loud loo Dunnâ€"L- Interview "It. Or. The people of Ontario are not (all! alive to the danger! which throtto en to result in a widespread nmllo pox epidemic. Within three month. nearly 500 caaea have existed in thi‘ Province, scattered over a large area, it i: true. but in many cases ll isolated manna. where prompt ao- tiao by health authorities was not Round. and yet affording amplo mean! for its spread into other red giona. The (act that new centre. are lound every (cw dayI. and that the border State! are inteated with the dimeae to a tar greater extent than Ontario. the danger: Iron which will be greatly intensified. with the rush ct cummer travel. producee c condition of attain which ahould put health authoritiei and individual! alike at their guard. . “'HAT DR. BRYCE SAYS. ! .' A neprencntative o( The Globe in- terviewed Dr. P. H. Bryce. Secretari. ol the Provincial Board of Health. who it at once the bercmeter and the chief protective agent on thil cubject. The doctor had juat return. ed from a visit to the latent small- pox centre. which ha: developed on the Trent Vafley Canal, works in Car- den 'Townlhip. Victoria County. “The facts regarding this epidemic." laid Dr. Bryce. “at ouce illustrated the difficulties“ dealing with thediseage and the danger to w hich the Province at large us exposed. at present. and hal been increasingly no [or the past few. monthe.'1‘he dangers of the spread d the disease may be. summarized a] tour: â€" “Fintly. and above all others. the mild character at the disease in maul instances. and Board: of Health in dealin with suspicion: can”. and on the put at the local Board of Health tha con- ntant consideration of expenditure of a small amount of money tempor- arily, hoping no more will be rei quiroclu "Thirdly. the remarkable absence in all part: at the country of vaccina- flu in the younger population that ha clown up within the last fifteen yeu'o. “Fourthly. the constant mennce increasing with the summer trcvoi from the neighboring States. which mm to be simply hot-bed: of Oman- pox in many instances. It has be- come so common that flute officer: have apparently given up trying to count the number of cases or to give [intact municipalities in their State], in which the disease. existl." . AI an instance at the latter-occur- rence. Dr. Bryce mid that the last bulletin from Ohio stated no more than that "nmallpox continues to prevail." while in reality the. aim» tion Ieemed hopeless no {at an at. tempting to stamp out the disc: was concerned. while in Clevelan alone at least 600 cues are known‘ to exist. and probably more than that number (which are not known. INDIFFERENT T0 VACCINATION. Regarding the difficulty of get- ting people vaccinated. Dr. Bryce re- marked that everyone is engaged in his duties or his pleasurea. and per- sistently inclined to ignore peraonal danger from smallpox. or indeed any other cause. He then referred to an alarming outbreak in Port Arthur a year ago. which caused almost every- body in town to rush to be.vaecinated, once they appreciated the danger? Similarly the death of a aincle un- vaccinated [physician in Toronto the other day mpreased the fact that vaccination has during the past cen- tury robbed the diaeace almost whole ly at it: terrors. The extent of the outbreaks. which would be repeated during the present year. would de- pend. as they always _had depended. 5063‘“ any more cases was concern- ed. The appointment by the Local Boarda of Health of an officer in vach county. trained in the diagnosis 0! would in his judgment be not only g, masons at public NEW. 3?!!! ‘- would prove in the end a nut... marked economy. even from t5. municipal standpoint. while (to. 1:5 commercial standpoint [to vain. could hardly be calculated. . .‘ hp; Lie nimber ' of unvacolnated persons who by accident are exposed to the first case. WHERE SMALLPOX EXISTS. The last returns at smallpox in tome of the American States showed the following number of canes; 00lo- rado. 1,768; Illinois. 819; Indiana, 557; Kansas, 3,785; Michigan, n-portcd at 38 plaoen. 49 cases; Minnesota. 2.7(6; New York. 543; Ohio, 766; l’cnnsylo vania. no; Wisconsin. 564. ‘ According to the latest returns re- ceived. smallpox exists in the fol- lowing centnes in 0ntario;-â€"l.ittle Current. Butchewuna. Stable Mine. Copper Cliff. Blind River. Thessalon. Sudbury. London. London Township, Cramhe Township, Haldimand Town- ship. Collingwood. Tay Township. Garcon Town-ship. Elder Township. Toronto. York Township. Mntawat- ohan Township. Admaston. MrNab, Griffiths Township. Bngot‘ Township. Pembroke. Nipissins, North Bay. Eauclairt‘. Bmdfield. Oneida Town: ship. Btachvillc. Sweaborg. “Waterloo Township. Lakofield. A DISCOUBAGING OUTLOOK. The outlook. Dr. Bryce. remarked, in conclusion. so far as the sum goes. with an ever increasing move- ment at excursionistl and visitors to the Pan-American. tn 3 discourag‘ as 5045; no far a our hopes of im- mediately freeing the Province at smallpox. or preventing the occur- "_Secgndl)j. the_iqgrtia_ of physician. Germany'l Natimldebth C” lil- Mu, that of Matt“. marl] ”gag