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Phantom of the Opera BY GASTON LEROUX Ehe kn«w I was much too Binip!e a giri tu K>ve the devil a hold on me .My pro?r«s8, by the voice's own order, was kept a secret between the voice, Mamma Valerius and mysf'.f. It was ' a curious thin)?, but, outsidu the dre4«- ing-rooni, I sang with my ordinary, •â- â- very-day voice, and nobody notice:! j uiiythinK- I did all that the voice, iisked. It eaid, '>^'ait and see: we shall ; a.stonish Paris!' And 1 waited and lived on ill u sort of ecstatic dream, ft was then that 1 saw you for th« tirst time one evenintf, in the house. I was BO glad that I never thought of CHAPTER X. â€" (Cont'd.) Christina tripped over it as lis'illy concealinj; my delight when I reached Raoui returned the next day. But «» » shadow. Their eyes swept the my dressmg-room. Unfortunate'ly, the those two days of absence had broken ^ *--mpty space betwetn the thiye domes voice was there U'forc me and soon the charm of their delightful make- and the triangular pediment. She noticed, by my hair, that something believe. They looked at each other, in breathed freely over Paris, the whole Rad happened. It asked what w.is tho the dressinK-room, with their sad eya.s, valley of which was seen at work be- matter and 1 saw no reason for kc«p- without exchanging a word. Kaoul low. She called Raoul to come quite jng our story secret or concealing the luul to restrain himself ivot to cry out: C'Ofic to her and they walked side by place which you filled in my heart.} "1 am iea'ous' 1 am iealou»' i . b'*** along the zinc streets, in the Then the voice was silent. I called to ] am jealous'"' ' j leaden avenues; they looked at their it, but it did not reply. I begged and | „.,,â- . ... ,, ,, 'twin shapes in the huge tanks, full of entreated, but in vain. I was terrified! But she heard him all the same, (rt^^nani ^^t^,.^ ,vherc, in the hot lest it Had gone for good. I wish to u'n IH" % ' •!, 1 TV, • ^wcat^htT. the little boys of the ballet. Heaven it had, dear! . . . That night ..riUA J*^*. " ^^'"'â- *-' »"â-  «>• ^<''"'" ^*' «"''" """^ ^'^«- I went home in a desperate condition. p„l".i^K .f^r.i, ♦ 1, t . 'The shadow had followed behind J told Mamma Valerius, who said, Raoul thought that she would pro- ^h.-m. dinging to their steps; and tb3 "Why, of coTTrse, the voice is jealous!' f^ r,.il^ L IK^ A^? ."""i ''â- "'"two children little suspe<-ted its pres- ; And that, dear,, first revea'ed to me that bui Wing which ho detested as a ^.^^.^ ^j,^.„ th^y „t i^st sat down, that 1 loved you." ,. . .. tru-stingly, under tho mighty protec-j Christine stopped and laid her head ^ine jai.er tion of Apollo, who, with a great on Raou.'s shoulder. They sat like bronze ge-sture, lifted his huge lyre to that for a moment in silence, and th«y the heart of a crimson .sky. I did not see, did not perceive the move- It was a gorgeous spring evening, ment, at a few steps from them, of Clouds, which had just received their the creeping shadow of two great ' gossamer robe of gold and purple black wings, a shadow that came from the setting sun, drifted slowly along the roof so near, so near them by; and Christine said: that it could have stifled them by clos- f>rison whose jailer Ih> could feel walk- ng within the walls Erik . . . But she took him to the stag'.? and made him sit on the wooden curb of a well, in the doubtful peace and coolness of a first scene set for' the evening's performance. On another day, she wandered with him, hand in hand, along the deserted paths of a garden whose creepers had been cut out by a decorator's skillful hands. It was as though the real sky, than the c.ouds, to the end of the the real flowers, the real earth were world, and then you will leave me, forbidden her for aC time and she Ra«u'- But, if, when the moment oondomned to breathe no other uir,'^o'"es for you to take me away, I re- than that of the theatre. An occa-i^"-*^ to go with youâ€" well, you must sional fireman pa.sst'd, watching overi<^arry me ofi^ by force!" their melancholy Idyl from :ifar. And | "Aro you af rai<l that you will she would drag him up above the change your mind, Christine?" clouds, in the raagiiificont disorder of' "I don't know," she said, shaking the grid, where she loved to make him iher head in an odd fashion, giddy by running in front of him demon!" And she "Soon we shall go farther and faster ing over them. (To be continued.) 9 Whistler and His Mother. Few modem pictures are more fa- miliar to the general public than Whistler's portrait of hia mother. The subject of that famous portrait, Anna M. Whtetler, was a gentle, affectionate and deeply religious old lady, conven- tional in her habits and outlook upon party frocks for tho young girl of six . „fp ^^^ ^^^^ ^^ ^., ,jj^ ^j„^ ^f parent to fourteen years of age, lending itself | ^^^ ^^yu ^ave expected to belong to a to movement and activity. Developed ; brilliant, eccentric sharp-tongued and Japan Is of threefold interest io us. motrif cu^^oS't^tv^ftt h^d ^ r'"""""' ^f"'"^' i''"' "'' 'f'Tj In urt chn ot»r„ia hiM, c!ii.£. -yi-io our ^ "*«° ; between mother and son, as depicted _„..., in",'t/^^atw.ranf«hris the !"'â- '* ^"'^ '^'''' kimono-sleoves with i i„ ^,„,, of Mrs. Whistler's letters re- i H«i?» l\^JL!!^^51":1L"t'^:.L°^".!lVL';!;!;«h^^^^^ publtehed m the Atlantic; wer® of the happiest. The i .American, though she had I New Year's Day in Japan. A PARTY FROCK OF CHARM Taffeta is a charming material for Where Hilb AriM. Take a btlt before « win, Uu»t upon the yellow plain, .\r'l the sombre waltinr firs: Take a hill when rain baa passed And the s«rrled pine are massed Spear points wU«re a breathing stirs. There Is sometblDX In a bill ISver eager, always still. In the deep heart of the UUs Ai a hundred hidden courses, And their plunging waterfalls Are like dliver running horses. While on windy days above, Tliough the valleys have no sound. Where the gentian holds the light. Movement seems to ttli the ground. I was born where many waters are, I have seaen them at their source, and later. Watched them when the floods were high. Crossed them when the geese flew by; Many a sea^'ve known, but never Water like a blll-born river. â€" Struthers Burt, In "When I Grew Up to Middle Age." S9^ WHAT "OTHER PEOPLE*' SAY shivered ^.r.d nestled oi^'^ non-Christian nation that holds :^^„„j ^^ ^^^ ^^^^^^ ^ ^^^ shir-Uio",ti.Iv wei , moan. "I am afraid f Po«it«>n «' lnfluent;e among the na-l^^j ^^j^^ i,^^^,.^ j^j ^^^ ^^ the „ °e oH kI .k to live with h.m; onsono-d«>;0^^^^ dress. L^L natural along the frail bridges, among tho , in his arms with a thousands of roiwa fastened to the pul- : i:ow of going bac leys, the windlaspos, the rollers, in the ... in the ground!" I to bring herself in line with the West, ! ^^'â- 'j,"^*^ jg j^^ ^j^^^^ 6 8 10 12 and 14 midst of a ix'gulur forest of yards and ' "What compels you to go back, [wa.s the adopting of January 1st as ' ' " > . • •nasts. I Christine?" | her New Year's Day, but on It she The precious dayF sped in this way; ! "If I do not go back to him, U-rrible keeps up all her own quaint customs, and Raoul and Christine, by affecting misfortunes may happen! . . But 1; exces.sive interest In outsidvi matters, can't do it, I can't do it! . . . 1 know some of which are very beautiful, and one at least Is veflr good â€" the idea that all debts must be settled before ' the New Year. So on New Year's Eve years. Size 8 years requires 2% yds. 3(;-inch, or IV* yds. 54-inch material. Price 20 cents. Many styles of smart apparel may be found in our new Fashion Book. Our designers originate their patterns strove awkwardly to hide from each one ought to be .sorry for peop'Jo who other the one thought of their hearts, live underground. . . But he is too One fact was certain, that Christine, horrible! And yet the time is at '•'"' '""^"' "="'• »=" "" 'â- '"'" »«=^'" » '^•d, j^ ^j^^ heart of the style centres and who until then had shown herself the hand; I have only a day left; and, if , ther^are great fairs at which Practi- 1 ^.j^^j^ creations are those of tested strong^'r cf the two, became suddenly I do not go, he will come and fetch me . cally everything of metal or woven , „„„„,, .j^,, i, '„„t,f ,„:*;,;„ tv,^ ,„^<.«e inexpres.«ftly nervous. When on their with his voice. And he will drag me fabric- is offered -for sale. All are | P°P"^'"^' '''^°"Snt wiimn ine means expeditions, she would start running with him, underground, and goon his. second-hand and all brought there by i ° the average woman, fiice ot the without reason or else suddenly stop; kneas before mo, with hi.s death's head, people in debt who at this last minute I ° cents the copy. and her hand turning ice-cold in a And ho will tell me that ho loves me! | ^vill BaoTidce one after another of their HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS, moment, wou.d hold the young man And he wi.l cry! Oh, those tear.s, | j,„yggj,^,^ treasures until they have back. Sometimes hcr'oyes .weinod to Raoul, these tears in the two black pursue imaginary .shadows. She cried, «ye-sockets of the death's head! I can "This way," and "Tfcis way," and not .see tho.se tears flow again!" ''Thi.« way," laughing a breathless: "No, no, you shall never again hear laugh that often ended in tears. Then him tell you that he loves you! You Raoul tried to speak, to ([uestion h«r, .shall not see his tears! Ia-I us fly, In spite of his promises. But, even Christine, let us fly at once!" before he had worded his question, she I And he tried to drag her away, an.swercd feverishly: then and there. But she stopped him. 'â- Nothing ... I swear it is no- "No, no," she said, shaking her head tninR. I sadly. "Not now! ... It would be Once, when they were passing \ye- too cruel! . . . let him hear me sing fore an open trap-door on the stage, to-morrow evening . . . and then we Raoul stopped over the dark cavity. will go away. You must come and "\i>u have shown me over the upper feteh me in my dressing-room at mid- part of your empire, Christina-, but „ight exactly He will then be wait- longs to him!" Raoul looked her in the eyes and fvAti roughly: "S»i he lives down there, does hâ- ^ bliall take me away. . . . Y'ou must liremisc me that, Uaoul, even if I re- fuse; for I feel that, if I go back this « ',.,/ w n , f T ^ •, l»'. the first time 1 saw him! . . . Ij Kaiine, wonder If >o, are qu.te ,h„ ,,,t ,h„t ho was going to die." t f " h'-'i -t. •^" ^"''^ "Why'.'" a.sked Uaoul, .4lly fright-' ^1'. n„^ " :mpo.s=ib.e way . . .' .^^.j J ^^^ ^ ^^i^jjj^ this strange ' there are strange stories told of the lower part. Shall we go down?" She caujrht him in hor arms, u.k ihotiirh sha feared to .see him disap- pear down the black hole, and, in a tr<!?,ibling voice, whispered: jtinw, 1 shall perhaps never return." thfr^'r'''' â-  H„L'^!\"°l^rZ^''''' *-'"! "Jt is too terrible," she confes.sed, i I,"- â-  • !^h • • % Vk • "t" I'c "iways trembling like this! . . . ♦everything that is underground be-j^,,,, y,.^ „,^^ ^„„ „„ ,,1;,,^^.,. ^^,.,.. ^^.^, .•ire at lioma, in thi' sky, in the open air, in the light. , and niglit-liii'ds can not bear to look at ,, „ .. ., „,, , ,, the sun. I have never .seen him by „ tii^; ' 1,'" ft % â-  r ^^"^ ^^<iyo^, daylight ... it must be awful! L,^ •»,/;!. nl , •/?'"*â-  "'^"''' •, l'>>. the first time 1 saw him! sorrnrtiines wonder if you are quite sane, ^ thing ^ Come aiong And .she literally dragged him . away, for he was obstinate and want- ed to remain by the trup-door; that hole attracted hlin. I Suddenly, the trap-door was closed ' and so quickly that they did not even !«;e the hand that worked it; and they runviined quite dazed. "Perhaps' he wa.s there," Raoul said, .^ at last. "No, no! He has shut himself up, he is working." "Oh, really! lie's working, is he?" "Ye.", he can't open and shut the trnp-d<K>rs and work at thi? same time." She shivered. "What i.s he working.at?" "Oh, something terrible! . . . But It's all the Uitter for u.s . . , When he's working- :it that, he sees nothing; he (kies not cat, drink, or breathe for days and nights at a tinn> ... lie be comes a living dead man and has no ii?,.if'.""'',!,'i' dZs'' "'""â- * '"""''•^ ''"*' '^^^^r>-'p.ldoTy â- oom, whereas it went o„ She ^hivered again. She wa. still t^;"1;'^..:T.''t- '^'"* ''""* ""'^ '""*' holding him in her arms. Then she sighed and said, in her turn: "Suiipof-e it were be!" "Are you afraid of him?" "X(,, I'd, of cour.-.e not," she said. treasures until they raised enough to clear the account against then; so- that they enter the New Year happily. Then comes New Year's Day! An arch more or leos elaborate according to the means of the owner, is placed at evei-y door; it is usually of bamboo and grass rope, and the Idea of the arch is to prevent evil spirits from en- tering. Then above it will bo a scarlet lobster, in an evergreen wreath, a:i emblem of gootl luck; with the (lag of Japan â€" red sun on white ground. Sometimes tJiere is the ship of the Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carsfully) for each number, and address your order to Pattern Dept., Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laide" St , Toronto. Patterns sent by return malL ing for me in the dining-room by the ^'*^w Year -a decoration which we lake . . . we shall be free and you might use confide lice w!is taking. "Because I had seen him!" This time, Raoul and Christine turn- ed round at the same time: "There is some one in pain," said Raoul. "Perhujis some one has been hurt. Did you hear?" "I can't say," Christine confessed. "Even when he is not there, my ears are full of his sighs. Still, if you heard . . ." They stood up and lookwi around â-  them. They were quite alone on the I imnu'Mse IcatI roof. They sat down ; ag.-iin and Ruoul said: "Tel! nie how you saw him first," "1 had heard him for three months without seeing him. The first time 1 heard it, I thought, as you did. that that adorable voice was singiig in an- other loom. 1 went out jiiul Ujoked everywhere; but, as you know, Raoul, my dressing-room is very nuudi by "I could not find the voice but it spoke to me and answereil my I questions, like a real man's voice, with ; this difference, that it was as beauti- , I ful as the voice of an nngel. I had i 'never got the Ange! of Music whom for our tables on New YtKir's Day; it is a tiny ship of iwlsted yellow straw laden with all that we hope for to make a happy Now Year. There are wee bales of grain; tiny representations ot vegetables and fruits, etc.; and other pretty and dainty uriiclts. or oriiamonts. as may ,„, â-  J, â-  suit the ideas of tile one loading the .'^^.''/.""„'^''';'"',"^'''ship. Ill the streets and even perched on the roofs, parents and children alike piny games. Hall and Uile-tlying are among the most popular. Then i Japan make.? calls anil gives presents ; â- '"'' *'"' on New Year's Day. and. of course, there Is the usual feasliiig that be<o;.gs to all luilulays In :ill countries. For Short. The laird of a »inr.ll estate in Scot- land went to a hiring fair to engage a manservant. .Vfter some bickering he engacd a likely man. and afterwards asked him his name. ".\lexander Scott Brown Grahr.m." rpplle<l the man. "Tut tut!" said the laird, "tlial's far doubts of the solid value of her son's artistic London friends, gifted and charming though they were, endeavored to prove herself adaptable and understanding, and acted succees- fully as hostess for her beloved "Jemle" when he entertained them. She tried hard to understand and appreciate his art and took a true mother's pride and delighf in his suc- cess. Of the famous portrait Itself she wrote: "Just now a neighbor and friend in- terrupted my writing. She has just told me what some of Jemle's friends said ot the portrait of my unworthy self. An artfst said to her, 'It has a holy expression. Oh, how much senti- ment Whistler has put Into his moth- er's likeness!' Your sister will tell you how wonderful'ly the three cases of portraits were preserved from flre on the railroad train, though many packages of valuable luggage were en- tirely consumed. The flames had ] reached the case in which my portrait was; the lid was burnt, a side of the frame was scorched, yet tho painting | uninjured." Suppose the picture had been burn- ed. Could or would Whistler have re- placed it? It was u narrow escape In- deed for one of the really great an works of our time. "It Is more encouraging to my hopes too long a name for me to remember, j of Jemle," continues his mother In her be?" queried Sandy, ^'And. noo. what michi your name be?" qiicrier Sandy. "Nicholas Duff iior.Uin." replied the lalrd. pomiiously. ".\ch'. '1 said Sandy, "•that's far too long n name for nie lae mind, so I'll ve â- .•\iili1 .Nick"! Rattlesnake flefih is edible an.l nnich reseiiil>leis frog leg^ And Ohii^tine's eyes stared wildly "'^' P"""" '""th^"' /'"' l"'.niised to send '- â-  "â- .«..> „„, jij. j.,jyn jjj, |,(, ^^,.|j. ,|,„„d. I really think that Mamma Valerius was a litfe bit to blame. 1 told her about it; and she at once said, 'Ft must be the ' Angel; at any rate, you can do no h.-irMi liy asking him.' I did .>io; and the man's voice replied that, yes, it wart the Angel's voire, tho voice which I was exiiecting and which my father I had promised me. From that time 'onward, the voice and I became great I friends. It Hoiked leave to give me I agreed and never tlie sumiiMt , iniuii 111 Ktf(i mi- appointment when And, despite the care which si took to look iK'hiiid her at every mo •.t everything around her "I will ri-niove you from his power. Chii.itine, 1 swear it. And you shall not think of him any more." "fs it possible?" She allowed her.sc'f this doubt, which was an encouragement, whilo dragging the young man up to the topmopt floor of tho theatre, far, very far fiTiiii the trap-doors. "Higher!" was all she said. "Higher still I" .'it gave nie in my dreit^ing-room. You have no idea, though .von have heard the voice, of what tho.«e les.sons were mri.t, fihe fulled to see a shadow wlilch followed her like her own sha dew, which stopped whon she stopped, which start<-d again when sh» di<l and which mado m> more noise than n wwl'l- ronducted shadow should. A" for Raoul. he saw nothing eit4ier; for, ' L^ . "" Ji i •^. when he had ChrisUne <n front of him I ^'"' .r'^'' T"^ >'.nderstnn.l ..^i,!.^ i..t.....^.j L.i_ .u . 1. J exac ly, t â- > know prec se.y who i,oth ng iiitererted Wm that h.prmwl f^^^J ^ad left ofr teaching m •'• niiin, _ - ^_i.„i .t I I I'.. 1 hapy iHAPTER XI, APOU/l'a IVHK. :iiis way, they reached the roof. like." "Ko. I have no idea." said Kaoul. "What was your accnmpaniment?" "We were aenmipanied by a music which I do not know; it wa.s behind tJie wall and wonderfu.ly accurate. I mine ro my father had left off teaching me. In a few weeks' time I hardly knew my- .*elf when I sang. 1 was even fright- ened. 1 H(-eiiied to dronil a sort of witchcraft behind it; but Mamma Valerius reassured me. She said that leter, "that at this time, when the World 1.5 offered hiui. iie siKiuld con- fided in me voluntarily hi^ desire to unite with me in the highest of all at- tainments. His is natural religion; he thinks of God as the diffusive source of all he enjoys. In the glories of the tlrmamont, the lovolinesB of flowere, the noble studies of the humiui form. The Creator of all!" FIERCE ATLANTIC STORMS CONTINUE Tor 111!' past month there lias been litllc let up iu*lhe heuvy gales run ning. and many liners have been delayed on their schedule. The aboire photo .-hunii the Aqultnnia fighting her way along with the waves breaking over her bow. Winter Warmth. . Twinkling flames dauced beneath the mantelpiece. Bronze andirons car- ry the figures of dormant lions, sym- bol.s of soft subservience to the flames, asleep like gentle cats under the spell of tho lire. l,lchen-covere«l logs, col- ored a sage green, with young moss I and earthy siuella clinging to their I rouud and knotted suriuce. crackle I merrily in .the wide fireplace, etched j with polished tiles. Grandmother isits contenlodly In a Windsor chair and I reads. 'â-  This Is a modern home! Trans- I planted beauty of the ages abounds within the four walJs of the living I room wbo.se hardwood floors radiate from the Chinese de.^ign on tho taupo Wilton rug. The fireplace is only evidence of u!d-fashlonid enjoyment of winter In northern lands. The blaze Is bringing anew a blnsh to grandmother's cheek*;. As the living llanie leaps from the log a glowing Hlmosphere Ls left, which fornw the 'essence of the foyr to ths French; the hearth, without its cricket, to the HnglUh. ^ . ! The tirejlacB Is tho link with win- 1 ter days of yore. Memories mid dim pIctureH aro In the fireplace frameâ€" | pictures that live and breathe and i vanish with the ever-changing music | of the crackling logs. j .Ml pervading Is the warmth, the! winter warm which boars no kin to j the vagabond days ot suiniuer. Ont- side. the Tliwn Is snow strewn. lit by tho glow from the window where fringe of chade leaves a bar of flick- ering light and shadow above the sill. OdoiA of the forest fill the Urlog room. Phanliisle3 of spring leap fron qulekenlng logs, us the rich aroma arises from red and purple tlames that make only one step to the vanls-hlng point in the somber shadows of the ehininey aiwl go out over the roof top into the night as a veil of smoke. A young woman tells me that sba considers she has a right to live ber^ own life in her own way and do exact' ly as she pleases. So she lias snapped) her Angers Lq the face of Mrs. Orundy.' Now she finds that her reputation Is' bebig torn to tatters and thinks ttasiti she Is being treated unfairly. "How hard, and cruel, and uaJuaC people are!" she says, and then asks: "Don't you think that gossip Is the ua^ pardonable sin?" Not at all. Gossip la one of the most powerful Influences in the world for good. It Is the invisible, omnipre- sent policeman that enforces law and order. It Is the scourge that keeps the trembling wretch in order and makes the weat-kneed and the wobbly walk the straight and narrow path. Cowards Alll, We can stifle tho voice of cousclenoe, but we cannot silence the voice ot owr neighbors. We can beileve that we have a right to make our own code of conduct, but we cannot force other people to take our point ot view, or to make any exception on our behalf to| the standards that society has set up for good behaviour. And it Is this tear of what "they'll say" ihat makes us keep up at l«a»t an outward show of decency. For noj matter how vain and egotistic we are;, no matter how self-complacent and self-eatlsfled we are; no matter howi independent we think we are, we are^ all cowards who grovel In the dust be-. fore public opinion. It Is the lifted eyeebrow. It Is the cold, measured, appraising look that weighs us In the balance and finds us wanting. It Is the turn of a shoulder away from us and the little hu.sh that; falls on a group as we approach that' tells us that we have been the aubject of unfavorable discussion. It is the knowledge that she will b« gossiped about if she Indulgee In any, flirtations that keeps many a bored jxiung married woman with romantio yearnings from Indulging In little af- fairs with good-looking bachelors. She knows that there might really be no liarm In her having lunch with Mr. A.' or going to the theatre with Jlr. C' but she could never explain It to the woman whp lives next door. Protect Your Good Name, Many an Indiscreet girl Is easy-gi5!ng, and good-natured, and warm-hearted and affectionate, and she ses no barm to letting boys she likes kiss her, but It makes her flesh creep to think of the Amalgamated Scandal-Mongers'. Union getting out their hammers and going for her if she doeo. If we could only do as we pleased without comments from our fellow- creatures there would be many more philandering hu.=bands and wive.? than there are, many more ne^j,li:cte<i child- ren, and^l-kept bougies. It Is th« knowledge that, tf they give way to their natural impulses, tliey will be talked about that gives many the strength to re,slst the tonvptatlon to. be as bad as they would like to be. Thofle who are down ou gossip and feel that the world should cover up their ehortcomlngs with a blanket ot: silence are unreasonable. Why should' other people bo more careful of your! reinCatlou than you are yourself. It you do not caro encmgh for your good name to protect it, why demand that service from the general public? Fowlish and vain expectation! Porj the gossipers keep on their good work, aaid the only w-ay you can csi-ape be- ing talked about Is to be .so exemplary that you are aTduU subject for coiiver-! satlon.- Dorothy Dix. K.ovoii cubie feel of w.nter. when ifS^en, makes twelve cubic feet of ice. Pyramids. WouWst build a gorgeous pyrumld, _ .•\s Egypt did of old. And ivolnt It upwardd to tiio sky. Yoitr name 'gain-st time to hold? Nay, do not build your monument Of stones or jewels rare. But build it up of luvinglTteds Potsterlty may shave. Stone pyramids are futile things. At best the stones may stayâ€" But men wlli soon forget the name Of him who i)as8e<l that way But he who builds that others may lie helped by what he wrought, Hullds marvelously. a monument. Of ever "Hvtng thought. -George K111et«».| A Tense Moment. .\t a performance of an anxateoT dramatic cUib an amu8in»> incident oc-» currcd through tho uervousnesa ot on*] of the iierformera. The local band wa.s a leading feature of the production, and pralfie for UmI music W.I.'! hoard all over the luill. , In the third act a youth who was playing the rart cf a page had to rush on the stage whilst the band was play*' ing and cry: "Stop the music: The king is de«id!"{ The critical moment arrived, and the excited and highly Ktrui\e; pag*' made his entrance. "Slop the music!" he cried, dramati- cally. "It has killed the king!" Chasm Yawns in Field. During a recent night a subsklenoe, which caused a hole 30 feel deep oo- rurred In a field sown with wheat at; Newlands Farm, Lutou, Snglund. Selling Ganges Water. The water of the Gangers river Is a cou.-;iderablo article of comnierc* In the remote parts of India. â-  â- ^'**'*""'-"'"-ii-