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Economy in its rich drawing freshness. 1 \ DON'TS FOR JUNE BRIDES Give a Man a Chance: By "A Woman With a Duster." Here are a few tips for June brides: Don't live in your emotions. Get * down to earth as a dally abiding place. You won't get so many bumps if you do. < Don't sit with your finger on your pulse, counting you heart throbs. Don't narrow your interests down to one person, even if he is your hus- band, so that if he fails you your world will be left empty and disolate. Don't think that because you would ., je for your husband it gives you a *right fo nag and deprive him of his personal liberty. Don't insist on go- ng out with him every time he leaves home. A man has just as much need of masculine soclety as a woman has of feminine. Give your husband an evening out, and no questions asked, every week. He deserves it. Take a Holliday. And take one yourself. There are no two persons such dull company as those who know exactly the same things, and haven't even a new story to tell each other. Don't argue. Argument never yet produced any results In the family elrcle, except rasped tempers, Don't burden your husband with all of your little worries. He has trou. bles enough of his own. Play fair with your husband. Be as nice to his family and friends as you expect him to be to yours. Don't tell your husband evrything you think you think, for sometimes you don't think it, Don't set up your awn standard of tastes and morals and expect your hus- band to accept them. He has just as much right to his opinion as you have to yours. Don't be one of the "I-told-youso women, When your husband makes a mistake, let him down easy and for- get the incident, He will remember it with gratitude. Learn how to yleld gracefully, It's a great art, and great is its reward. Never correct your husband before company, no matter how big an error he makes. It's bad form and will in- evitably make him hate you. Cultivate a sense of humor. There are many things in married life at which we must laugh or weep, and the ability to see the funny side of domes- tic life will keep you out of the divorce court. Don't be a spoil-sport and raise a million objections to every plan your husband suggests for a little pleasure. The reason that most neglected wives are neglected is because they have first proved themselves wet blankets | on every festive occasion. Try to learn to be chummy with your husband, so that when the flare of the fire of pagsion dies out you will have the steady glow and warmth of friend- ship and comradeship to fall back up- on. Learn how to be a good cook and an economical and thrifty housekeeper. That's just as much your obligation in matrimony as it is a man's to make the money to run the house on. Dont' forget that your husband is your biggest baby and the only one that will never grow up. Don't bewail the fact that your hus- band is not all your girlish fancy paint- ed him... What would a perfect man want with you? My Native Land. Ten thousand people now indulge in foreign travel, if only for a summer fortnight, where one left this island a *éentury ago. Though these summer travellers enjoy and appreciate the change of scene and customs, they are apt to say, on returning, that there is no place like Old England, or Bonnie Scotland, or Gallant Little Wales, or Ould Oireland. It is about a century since Sir Water Scott voiced this love of the homel land in the following fa mots Tnce: Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, 'Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand! It such there breathe, go, mark him well; ¥or him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. A Perpetual Task. The hard part of making good is that you must do It over every day.--Van- conver Sun. . E---- « -------- et ga -- War on Corn Borer. . Thirty-one agricultural counties in porthern Ohio have mobilized to fight the invading corn borer. lair its odor becomes pleasant, and It "I by the waves. ° 2 ahend of me in this, office," there's "Something be bei Prepared With Capers. Diner--"Was this mutton prepared with capers?' Waiter--'Yes, sir, indeed it was. The chef burnt three fingers when he took it up." psse pred Liniment for Sore Feet. --_--t Waiters' College Teaches Art of Folding Napkins. The ability to fold table napkins in thirty-seven different ways 18 one of the many accomplishments a German walter has to acquire before he can call himself a fully trained man. The best training school for waiters is one in Berlin. It was founded in 1892 and here dozens of pupils are be- ing taught the art of laying the*table, carving and serving faultlessly. Minard's Due regard is paid to all the niceties |; of the art of serving, which prescribes, for instance, that the edge of the plate must lie half an inch inside the edge of the table--no more and no less. The curriculum, which requires about eight weeks, includes a short course of law as affecting hotel and restaurant keep- ere and thelr servants. er see fprret eie Sailors' Gold. One of the most curlous treasures hunted by sailors in tropical waters is ambergris. This has nothing to do with amber. 1t is & zecretion shed into the water by certain sperm whales, and Is, metaphorically speaking, worth weight in' gold. : Curiously enough, k taken from the whale it has a most un: pleasant smell, when expoged to the is used largely in the perfumery trade. By. old tradition, ambergris is trea« sure trove, and the skipper and crew vid : Babulons fales are told of beach. combers who dozed in rags on tro sea-shores to find on awak lump of Ambergris washed to her Feet ---- ge nr When a Boy says: "There's sothing ind him--and' ue its! although when | 2 bee-hives stopped, and Filiette that the brown girl os seen her. {i slackened, and she was conscious 100 faint tremor of excitement and fear. As she came nearer, figure in pink, the memory of the: man in the ike. riding loosely, ; Fw! in the night, focused to a clear vision just ibid the Sin, ° Fillette squared her and hurried toward the Hives, The brown girl wiped her hands on her apron and smiled a greeting. "I heard you was up. You're some later this year, ain't you?" As Fillette took the girl's hand, she looked eagerly into her face. The brown girl had grown a little stouter, | and a clear red ran under the once sallow skin. Her strong body was eyes that gripped Fillette. From the deep, thick brownness of them the resentment of last year was gone. They no longer shut one out. They seemed to invite. They were like an open door--but a door that has been left open, hot opened deliberate- ly. Something had entered the soul of the brown girl and had not quite shut the door behind it. _ "Yes, we've been up three weeks. I meant to come over before, but the days slip by so." The brown girl's eyes were moving over Fillette's clothes--the soft felt hat, the short tweed skirt, the heavy brown tramping boots. "I thought mebbe you weren't com- ing this year." She seemed to be taking notes while she spoke. "Not coming! Why, I can't imagine not coming to Little Brother!" At the mere suggestion Fillette looked alarm- ed. "That's mostly what we live for, from one year to another." "You like it-that much? "It's glorious!" For a moment F.lette forgot the brown girl and her own reason for coming. She coud see only the cabin and the summer months alone with Puggins. "Ain't you ever afraid?' It was scarce.y more than a whisper forced from the deeps within the brown girl. "The black night& when the trees talk and groan, and the coyotes howl, and the sea--ugh!" She shuddered. "Oh, I hate it! Nights, when I'm alone--" She broke off. A dull red burned under the brown skin, and the strange- ly opened dcor of her eyes. closed, leaving Fillette alone with the terror of the brown girl on nights when she was alone. The buzzing of the bees, even the voice of the sea, had been stilled in the silence that rose from the very heart of the earth--rose slowiy like a tidal! wave to engu.f these two women with the vast, cruel indifferenc: (f the universe, "Don't!" Fillette whispered. It was impossible to speak aloud in this stiil- ness. "Don't! You mustn't feel like that. You musn't think. You musn't listen. Talk out loud--sing--pray-- do anything; only don't listen--to the stillness!" The girl caught at the word. "You're afraid, too! You know! "No, no, no! I'm never afraid now --never!" The eagerness disd in the brown girl's eyes. Again she looked at the well-shaped boots, the weli-cut skirt. She shrugged. "You only come in the summer, when it's sunny and bright. You don't know what's it's like in winter, when it rains and raing for days, and the ocean down there cries like it was dying and wanted to take me with Pou ain't tied here a'one, feeling like something was pushing behind and reaching up after you in front, and there was no piace to run, but you just had to stay and be dragged down--down!" "Can't you go away? Couldn't you well your house? There are less lone- ly places. Go anywhere!" The girl smiled wearily. "Sell? Pete wou.dn't. He likes it. He ain't afraid. He wants to get more land." Fillette turned to the ocean. Glut- ted with its own power, exhausted by a night of passion, it slept peace- fully now, a.l its dazziing beauty bar- ed in indiTerence to the sun. "Why is Pete away £0 much?" she Really?" asked. She wondered whether the brown girl was ever going to answer. At last the gir' spoke. "It was a bad year A last year, so this to¢ looks after the pigs and the litte stock we got, and I cave for the chick: i] ] home Sun- job.on the Morelos Ranch. Oid Seay : wan! could distinctly me see the naive, gy Sia Filette feit somet g. risis between herself and the er roms power that would separate them ph 5 yond the possibility of meeting unless she overthrew it instantly. The girl seemed to feel it, too, and stood as if waiting for something. Then, with a vague motion of accept- ance, she moved toward the house, "Come in and have a Bia of lemon-| ade, won't you?" Fillette put her held on the other's tightened and alert; but it was her |8rm. , "Won't you come over and stay with me for a few da; or to-night, any- how? It's going to be hot and terribly still to-night. I can't think of you all alone!" "No, no--I can't. Thanks--I can't." The words fan from; her like live things escaping from a ¢age; "I ain't as afraid as all that--not now, in sum- mer. It's in winter--" "Come! Please come! Come back with me now." Fiilette, too, spoke in} a low, swift tone, as if the other had not answered. "To-morrow Pete will be home. © We'll Mr. Martin. Perhaps there is some why to borrow the money, get some +more stock and new acHines¥ , and] hire a real helper. me pe | stay with us to-night!" The color rushed from the frown giri's face. "No!" she whispered. "I can't--not to-night. I can't to-night!" Fillette's hands trembled so that she dasped them tightly, but her voice was beyond her control. "You're 'not going to be alone to- night. He's coming--that good-160k- ing foreman of the Britt Ranch--just as he came yesterday, late in the afternoon, and went back at dawn-- the way he comes often now. You The brown girl's: hands clenched, and for a moment she held them above 4 'ette as if to trike, . Then they ell. Joe "Well, and what. bitsiness is it 'of yours? What do you know, anyhow, of a pain in here, inside, that gnaws, gnaws like a mountain lion gnaws a| bone? There's 'something inside me that wants to live before it dies, to laugh and dance and be young just for a little while. You---you been -ooked after and fussed over a.l your life like you was a china doll. What do you know ahout being lonely, so lonely? What do you know about love?" ' She shot out the word and it hit Fillette like a stone. Before the shame and anger in (he eyes of the brown girl, Fillette's dropped. p " "I suppose some meddling. Tusybody would find it out," the girl said dully at last. "I don't care, I don't care for anything any more. I tried hard --you don't know--for the.sake of litt'e Tommy, and for Peta's sake, too; but it's too much!" She looked slowly over the mountain, back into the deep gorge, dark, chil, mysterious even in the full sunshine, out across the hot, passion-spent sea, 'It's bigger'n me. It don't care. Ne'ther do I" Filiette dragged her. eyes to meet the brown girls. "Listen! I--" Theil it seemed that the hot, bare earth, the shadows of the gorge, began to 'push Filette strongly, persistently, silently, into the sea. "I--can't tak: here, let's go into the house." (To be concinded. 3: pe "ALiniment tor Rheumatism, - Skylight. I love a window that is ekyed Because it must be sgle eved, It cannot look spo ne sn sath, ; But it has ? legac) es froin Minard's Of gentle rein to. washe its, face, Of sun and moonjto, lend it grace; Of banked clouds to giv form, And rainbow scarfs to kelp it warm. Of bird, wings hover bless 5 And thank it for its eadfaginess tatk things over with |. "140 und 42 inches bust. ' Size Lav Brother Limited, Toron SMART FROCKS DISPLAY A PREFERENCE FOR JABOTS.. Fashion | is very fond of jabots this season, apd you 'must admit t subtle grags. As arranged on the frock shown here, their outlook on the world is. ajtogether one-sided, but is 'rather: charmed, than 'of with-their determination to. vise, a ine has cndeared fee ¥ is a becoming The sho.ders are a 'ong full sleeves whi {into narrow wristba which opens at the lefts the Jabots. Nu. 1183 is in sizes 24, 36,8 36 requires 3 yards 86-inch figured Soncmstiog i ' {And 1 am the older." pictures the simple design sof the I the free The cosmos "has come. That .ac- commodating autumn flower highway and byway and along railway' emb: ent, . White, red and' pink gular patterns. that please the eye. |, When the breeze ripples these flower | fields, it Is as-if a great Atlantic roller, were billowing through a sea of pink (foam. In {Te height of the cosmos sea- son the fading green veld as it sinks Into 'winter rest ie flushed by this cheerful rose-pink. As plentiful as a weed, the cosmos. it Aa said, came to South Africa mixed |among South American produce dur- ing the Anglo-Boer war, . From railway escaped and the veld, the little water- welcomed the stranger bloom, so that today one may look from carriage the eye with the bounteous spread. of colorful bloom. be aims ol iii Children. God to His children "Offers gifts, never meagre, Full of their little wants ~~ They come to Him, eyes eager: "Father, he has more. than. ¥; ¥ } Then they have a £950 On His chapel-should . "}'want a limousine, we , "I-want a palace." "I want my sweetheart; Her name is "Alice." ! Sometimes he grants thelr wish, Sometimes dries their tears With a dream-kKerchief Bored with the years, ! Sometimes he aonde. them children Who run to 'them and sob, © "My cake is smaller, Dadd neck Than what you gave Bob. 8 --Isabel Fiske Comsat. = That 'conservant oh oe naturally ey that spreads throughout the Transvaal blooms' cover the veld in long strips] "and circular patches, producinp frre- cottage garden the wind-driven seeds |: course, and cool patches under kopjes, | window or scudding motor and delight | | and she also lias to make A wife who loves her husband every day--sometimes ory : | the happiness: of with another, the cares and anxieties of each are borne by Doth, We incur debts of love. True, there are vossaiohs when the account rendered seéins e tionate, The following true incident points to. the. power and strength of love, yet: shows how reluctant a-girl may be to pay for the beauty of love after it has entered her life. : Fate's Demand Note. . Edna was the plain one of a family of three, and while the others married, she was left "on the shélf"" Most peo- | ple_expected her to remain there for. lite. Then she got a lover, and her i whole a] cl Iler eyes brightened; her smile became sweet; and. folks. wondered . how ever they could have thought her plain. © .| yet most of us pay upc "her "had © hated "A month, or so later [ foun | weeping and looking sulky. gone to & football match." She football, so wouldn't go. n Sire could: not understand that a couple of hours gracious martyrdom was what Fate called upon her to pay for the joy of love. She constantly declared that she would give the whole world rather than lose her lover's af- fection, yét when put to the test she was ready to give --practically noth- ing! : ei Where "British" is Best. The fact that' Amundsen's alrship, Norge 1, hurriedly replaced a foreign compass for one of English manufac ture,. 18 pleasing 'evidence that we are 'coming Into our own In the martes ture of -selentific apparatus, says an Poglish magazine, prominent. 'place in this industry. We geemed (0 be content--as we did 'in "| the realms of science itself --to do the: = reliminary work and then let the Si foreigner - "reap the benefit. | Not many years ago optical and. 'camera lenses were practically a Cer- man monopoly. The best laboratory "lapparatus came from the same source... Photographic. Alms had to be American = 4 before they were any good, It was the same. with nearly every variety of scientific instrument or apparatus. 'But during the war; and after," 'Before the war we did not hold a