UNTIL DEATH.
Carve not upon a stone when I am dead
The praises which remorseful mourners
give
To woman's graves—a tardy recompense—
But speak them while I live,
Heap not the heavy marble on my head,
To shut away the sunshine and the dew ;
Let small blooms grow there, and let grasses
wave,
And rain-drops filter through.
Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay
Than I; but, trust me, thou canst never
find
One who will love and serve thee night
and day
With a more single mind.
Forget me when I die! The violets
Above my rest will blossom just as blue,
Nor miss thy tears; e'en Nature's self
forgets ;
But while I live be true!
AR RRR,
A DAY IN TADOUSAQC,
of Freyteau, Wall et Cie, in Montreal
sent young Noel as their agent along the
lower St. Lawrenee, the other partners
grumbled loudly, They were shrewd
Americans; Noel a mere lad, Canadian-
French, gay, crochety, wordy, He had,
too, heavy sums to collect, and there
had been a professional gambler.
but his son persisted in taking him with
him everywhere, and paid him an ex-
aggerated respect. Wall et Ule, grew
very uneasy about their money, Blood,
they said, would tell at last. But Ml.
Freytean was obstinate in his likings;
he would not recall the lad. All they
could do was to send the younger Wall
to look him up now and then, and to
take a rigid account of his receipts.
It never occurred to Louis Noel that
he was suspected. Nothing ‘short of a
blow on the face would convince that
careless fellow that anybody was his
enemy. He made his headquarters at
the lonely village of Tadousac for a
reason, and he supposed the same rea-
son brought James Wall there.
The two men, one August afternoon,
met in the orchard of anrold pension
behind the village.
frosty, and Noel brought a bench out
from under the trees into the open
sunshine, for a young girl who was
with them.
James Wall sat down upon it beside
her, crossed his legs comfortably, drew
out the Quebec paper, and looked at
the quotations in lumber. Noel walked
away. He could not come near Hester
Page to-day. She had dropped a word
or two to him last night, a mere nothing
when one repeated it, yet very different
from the cool, amused criticism with
which she met him heretofore. He has
repeated the words a thousand times to
himself to-day. Conld it be—?
He could not speak to her before
Wall, He felt as if he must cry out
with the sudden madness of hope that
sent the blood through his body like a
flame. He wandered about irresolutely,
climbed a tree for some russet pears for
her, and left them lying on the grass,
lighted a cigar, smoked furiously, and
let it go out in his mouth, then began
clatter,
Mr. Wall shuddered, then laughed,
compassionately glancing at Miss Page,
and often sang together with that ac-
curacy and neatness of
peculiarly marked the words and move
ments of both,
and mind as grasshoppers.”
James Wall's thick tones grew com-
placent and iptimate with Miss Page.
Were they not both Americans?
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For two years he had followed her
faithful as a dog. It had been almost
now sand then,
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fellows—his comrades—on the pier
caught sight of Noel,
«Hi! bi! Louis!” they called.
Ae shouted back, waving his hat to
Pere Matthieu, who laughed and nod-
ded. Two Sisters of Mercy, pacing de-
corously in their black robes to the
church, glanced furtively up and smiled
to each other, The whole village knew
and liked the merry fellow and the old
father of whom he was so fond,
The gate olicked, Wall, tired of
waiting for him, had gone angrily
AWAY.
“Thanks to God!” said Noel. He
hurried toward Hester, then stopped
short in a spasm of shamé, Who was
he? To go to her to ask her to give
herself to him? The best man in the
world was not fit to touch her, Look
at. her sitting there, the sun shining
full on her, Her hands went with their
work, in and out, in and out, The
monotony of motion maddened him.
would drive him away.
Hester again? Never?
Wall? For a moment he could not get
his
about him,
triumph,
he loved.
less on the grass, Hester, amused,
looked down at his sensitive face and
burning eyes,
“I heard you
Noel,” she said, after a while,
“Oh! Did you like my voice?” eager-
ly. “My father does.
He is a great musician, Perhaps—you
would like me to sing to you now?”
“No,” Hester smiled. **You-—you can
talk to me instead,” she added shyly.
He did not answer.
and leaning sgainst a tree,
steadily down into her face.
how he trembled, though she did not
raise her eyes, The very wind was still.
looked
his well kept nails as though in embar-
assesment, “His returns to tho firm—
there 1s a defloiency of several thousand
pounds,”
Hester went quickly up to Noel.
There was something wholesome and
invigorating in her decisive step, in
the keen common sense lighting her
brown eyes.
“You can set this right, of course?”
she said,
“I have not spent the money. It was
in my desk yesterday.”
She looked at him a moment, then for
the first time in her life luid her hand
on his arm.
**Monsieur Noel, you are not your-
self! You have been robbed, Why
do you stand here? Why do youn not
make search? Arrest the servants?”
Noel avoided her eye. “I will not
do that,” he said, “They did not take
it."
“He does not understand of what
you accuse him,” she said impatiently
to Wall, who laughed contemptuously.
“I do understand. I will search for
the money again.” He turned to Wall:
“The boat will not be in for an hour,
(live me that time,”
The stupor was shaken off. Bome-
thing of his usual gusty, awkward ve-
hemence was in his manner as he went
Bat when Wall said, “He knows
he will not bring the money back,”
Miss Page secretly felt that he was
right, She took up her netting and
seated herself by the window.
and Wall
A
over,” she said, quietly,
justice for Noel. He could not go out
““Unfortunately,” he said, “suspicion
ed off the long minutes; far away
the church. Hester's fingers still went
they shook now—she could not see her
work. 1t seemed to her as if all had
been already said between them.
must have known it this long time!
suppose it seems like mad folly to you.
I know! I'm only Louis Noel,
headlong, good-for-nothing fellow! But
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it passionately in his cold fingers,
A thousaud pities!”
Hester's fingers steadily went 1n and
out of the blue web, but she remained
silent,
Noel, on the upper floor, halted at
the door of a chamber next to his own,
horn sounded a
wailing ory.
went in smiling. M. Noel, seated by the
ing down his instrument carefully, He
wore a velvet jacket, and cap on his
Nos! took as much
windows,
corous.
She did not forget to be de-
tumes for his father as a woman would
for her baby. His features were sensi-
nd fine as those of Louis, but the
eyes were shallow and glassy, and there
deprecating smile on
the mouth,
“It is time for our walk, my son,” he
naid, speaking the pure French of the
“Don’t send me away yet!
Americans think me flighty—a vaurien.
But I can work. I can make you such
a happy home here in Tadoussac. I
know you like Tadousae,
all your whims and fancies! I ama
Louis, with the smile still on his
face, placed a chair, “We will talk a
little firet, father.” Standing behind
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deliberately at Louis, then at Wall,
netting. What with her deliberation,
the pale blue net, the creamy gown
fitting close to her neat, rounded figure,
and her lustreless brown hair and eyes,
she made a center of calm, of delicate
color, which suited the faded hue of
the antumnal day.
Mr. Wall scanned her over his paper,
pursing his thick lips with gusto, He
had been calculating her merits and
defects for a long time, but his mind
was now made up. True, she had not
board bill, nor brilliant beauty to push
them on socially at Montreal. But
some indefinable, latent power in the
faint-colored, calm little woman had
conquered him,
as was not given up to the lumber iz
terest, or to worship of James Wall,
was genninely in love with her, He
was a poor man, greedy of money, yet
he meant to marry this penniless
tist minister's daughter, Why not tell
her so at once?
“Noel!” he called; ‘‘here, Noel!”
their relative positions, and that this
scampish fellow, whose infatuation for
her was the talk of the village, was
only the paid servant of the firm.) “1
wish you to finish that report. I start
for home to-night. By the way, I will
take all your collections with me.”
Noel did not move.
“I'ye hear? See to it at once,”
“Chat! chut! no hurry.”
Louis lounged over the low stone wall,
looking down the mountain, Below
him was the uneven street of Tadousac,
cut through beetling gray oliffs; the
old cottages, perched here and there,
ench sending out through its steep red
or yellow or tinned roof a sleepy drift
of smoke. Lights shone through the
windows of the little ancient church;
the door was open; he could see Grig-
nesux, the fat beadle, climbing into
his high seat, then came Father Mat-
thieu up the hill, half a dozen children
of the inhabitants, with their wax-like
figures and glittering black eyes, tug-
ging at his gown,
At the foot of the hill rolled the
silént, fathomless tide of the Baguenay
—that mystery of the North, black as
the line drawn by death through the
live beanty and comfort of the hills and
village. Just then the notes of a French
horn filled the air with a melancholy
sobbing. Louis gave a quick nod of
satisfaction, That was his father; he
always knew that the old man was hap-
py ss long as he was filling the world
with his melodious piping. Some young
I could keep trouble away from you as
I were God!”
Hester looked at him thoughtfully.
and she knew
answer the would give then, but she
was not going to be hurried out of her
Louis drew back. *‘You will not—
ove?’
His sud
tures annoyed her.
after all, of such wearisome, tragic
**] will see you again,” she said, very
coldly. *“We are not alone. Here is
Mr. Wall"
Wall stood within the gate, Noel
faces, Miss Page, as soon as she was
Yet if he frightened the old man he
could discover nothing.
indifferent matters, and then said:
“How did you amuse yourself to-day,
’
“With these also?” taking from a
child.
“They are not maine!
to me,
solitaire,”
They were lent
with yourself, sir —one hand against tha
other?”
“Why, I never tried that!” chuckling,
delighted, “I wager with Jaques when
we play. A trifle—bah!”
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her lips with a bright blush.
“Bring the reports and money here,”
said Wall, when they reached the
house,
to count it?”
left Hester startled Wall
his dazed face now with sudden suspi-
eion,
“Bring me the money!” he said very
sharply.
M. Noel nodded complacently,
“Trust me for that, Nobody will ever
find it, Why, there are places among
the rocks"
clock ticked faster,
“Father,” he said, coming in front of
him.
“My son! Who has hurt you?"
The gentle face was full of wild terror.
“What have they done to yon? You
never looked like that in your
“Never mind. It's all right
were steps overhead, then a pause, Ten
minutes, half an hour passed. Then the
door opened, and he stood on
threshold. He
“The money 1s gone, Wall,” he said.
“The money? Gone? What do you
mean?’
“The package. I sealed
I locked it in my desk
“*And it 1s gone?”’
it yesterday.
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The
hokir was nearly over,
desperate,
age in my desk, father. Itis gone. Do
you know where it is?”
The tenderness faded out of the blue
eyes. They grew by turns perplexed,
vacant, then cunning, “Ah, Louis!
You want to find out my hiding-places
e old
powerfully built man, and towered over
Louis,
“Bring me that money!” he said.
Noel pushed him away steadily.
“Keep your hands off ot me, I
must think--this means more to me
than to you.”
Wall drew back. There was a mo-
ment's silence,
“It means ruin to you. Look at me,
Noel, This will not surprise the firm,
They have long suspected you. Yom
cannot pass it off as an accident. Now,
listen. If that money is not within my
hands in an hour, I must return to
Montreal to-night, and will make all
known, Even it Freyteau will not con-
sent to your arrest, you will be dis-
charged.” Then he lowered hus voice.
“Miss Page will not be likely to marry
a penniless bond and a—thief,”
“What of Miss Page?” said a clear
voice behind him,
Louis stood up, Wall turned and
faced her, a slow heat of trinmph rest.
ing in his heavy jaws and half-shut blue
eyes. There had beeu some softening
of pity in his tone just now, but he re.
membered that this man was his rival
and was in his power, James Wall
was not the man to delay using that
power for one remorseful moment,
“Monsieur Noel is in difficulty,” he
said, gravely looking down and rubbing
clucking with his tongue,
Noel started up, * Oh, for God's
sake! You are my father! Be a man
again! Come back this once to save
mel”
A shadow of comprehension struggled
into the vacant face, like life galvanized
into a corpse. Then it died out, “You
frighten me,” he cried, I did not see
the money.”
Louis was no fool, He saw how he
could shelter himself by leaving the
erime where it undoubtedly belonged.
It would probably be condoned as the
aot of an imbecile, He threw his arm
with a shudder around the old man and
reverently kissed the gray head,
“Do not be frightened, father,” he
said gently; ‘*nothing shall harm youn,”
A moment later Hester hearing his
firm flaps without rose, “You have
found it?”
“Na,”
Noel, all of his life vehement and
prasiotint, stood now quiet and reso-
ute, while Wall swaggered uncertainly.
“You know the oconsequences, Noel?
You are accountable. I can do nothing
for you, I shall telegraph the firm
from Quebeo and return to-morrow.”
“The money,” said Louis, slowly,
aay vO fortheoming by that time.”
“Ho late a repentance will hardly
save you,” sneered Wall, “If it were
not for Freytean, I would order your
arrest at once,” He turned irresolutely
to Miss Page, bowed, and without
speaking left the room, going immedi
ately down to the little steamer that
lay at the pier,
Hester went up to Louis, ‘You do
not defend yourself,” she sald, with a
queer choking in her throat,
“No.”
“You do not even say that you were
not guilty?’
Their eyes met, There was a long
silence, Noel put his hand up to his
mouth uncertainly.
“I can say nothing.’
AWAY,
She stood still, her clear eyes fol-
lowed him, her unconscious finger tear-
ing the web she had netted bit by bit,
It fell ina Leap on the floor,
to his side with a little rush as Pere
Matthieu entered the room,
“‘I will speak for you, then,” sliding
her hand into his arm, ‘‘Ah, Father,
congratulate us! I have accepted Mon-
sfeur Noel. 1 must announce
betrothal, is our custom in the
States,”
The good father was shocked at her
want of decorum, Her cheeks burned,
her eyes shone with soft brilliance,
He turned
It
be in time to tell the news to our friend
James Wall,
voyage.”
She almost dragged Louis down to
on which a little crowd had gathered.
He held her back,
“You shall not blast your life for me!
Why do you do this?”
‘‘Because I love you,’ she sobbed,
At that instant Wall, stepping from a
little batteau onto the deck of the
steamer, looked up. He saw her cling-
ing to Noel's arm, staggered, and hast.
ily drew back; the battean rocked,
| boatman, was struggling in the water,
| The Indian, who swam like a fish,
| ensily gained the land, but Wall was
{ steamer, and then drifted down into the
| black, resistless current of the Bague-
nay.
Hester was a gentle creature, but she
| certainly did remember at that
| only witness against Noel,
On the
| ing, kicking off his boots,
“Why, Wall caunot swim,” he eried,
| plunging into the rushing flood,
| men disappeared in the night,
| whole village gathered on the pier, cry-
| ing, swearing, talking at once, Pere
{ one himself, which presently brought
| both men ashore,
and staggered to lis feet,
! his ear to his breast.
“He is alive,” he said, ‘Carry him"
one else did,
the prostrate body like a white pic
ita prey. “Stop!” she cried, wildly,
him,
Noel. Five thousand
Lonis! Louis!”
Noel put his arm around her and led
her away, Her passionate love filled
him with such a new, keen joy that he
did not fully understand the meaning of
pounds.” On,
{| what had bappened.
only said, humbly: “Then I wronged
father, God forgive mel
him, Hester.”
He was eager to tell him that the
| Amenoan girl of whom the old man
was 80 fond had promised to stay with
them in Tadousac and be his wife. Here
surely was heaven opened,
or two later, he found the three to.
gether chattering and laughing. They
| grew silent as he approached.
**They tell me i owe you my life,
Noel,” Le said, hoarsely.”
Louls turned away. It hurt him to
seo the man’s humiliation, It did not
hurt Hester one whit,
| ly smiling, tapping the package. “Mon-
| Montreal,”
Wall looked into the soft, taunting
| eyes ome breathless moment, *'I
it for you, woman,” he said, and turned
| away,
Louis Noel never mentioned Wall's
name after that day. Bat his wife often
| did, always adding: “There was much
| good in that man, after all.”
A Meek Trall,
“No more preaching for me,” said a
| young circuit rider in Arkansas, who had
| started out with bright prospects and two
| pairs of bome-kmt socks. I didn't mind
| persuading people to lead better lives, but
the fact 18, the walls were 100 thin where
| 1 boarded. I oould he in my room and
| hear everything that was said in the ad-
| joining room. I didn’t hike this. I don't
like to be an eavesdropper. The other
mght I was lying in my room, not trying
to listen, but 1 couldn't help but hear.
“ That's a fine preacher,’ smd the old
man. ‘Got » mouth like a stove door.
Got a devilish might more appetite than
religion. [hd you ree him make a pass at
that shoati Wonder the hogs don’t squeal
when he comes around.’
“ ‘You oughtenter talk about him that
way,’ said the old lady, “fur he’s doin’ the
best he kin. 1 didn’t like it, though, the
way he dove into that butter, Now, he
oughter know how scarce butter 18, Ido
believe he could eat two pounds at one
gettin’. Did you notice tonight when he
got down to pray? Had his eye on that
basket of aigs all the time. My stars, if
tha's the kind of preachers they are goin’
to send out, we'd as well open the smoke-
house and be done with it. That feller’s
hungry ail the time, and besides that he
can't preach. Talks like his mouth's full
of mush. He'll never be a success in
callin’ mourners; make a belier hand at
callin’ hogs. .
“Every night Iwas compelled to hear
such remarks, until I decided that my
appetite was a triflie too strong for one
follnwing a meek and lowly tral.”
assem A ——
Hravaonz almost always yields to
the simultaneous application of hot
Watut 10 he foot and the back of the
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| How Globes are Dulit,
This heading has no astronomical
meaning ; it refers to mechanical man-
ipulation, ‘Our library and school
educational globes have perhaps been a
puzzle to many an inquisitive mind
more like natural
than mechanical constructions,
The material of a globe is a thick,
from dicks, A flat disk is cut in gores,
removed and the others brought to.
gether, forming a hemispherical cup,
These disks are gored under a cutting
press, the dies of which are so exact
that the gores come together at their
edges to make a perfect hemisphere,
The formation is also done by a press
with hemispherical mold and die, the
edges of the gores being covered with
glue, Two of these hemispheres are
! then united by glue and mounted on a
| wire, the ends of which are the two
axes of the finished globe, All this
| work is done while the paper is in a
| moist state,
paper globe is rasped down to a sur-
| face by coarse sandpaper, followed by
finer paper, and then rece.ves a coat of
| smooth finish,
the world printed in twelve sections,
| same as though the peel of an orange
| equal divisions. These maps are
| obtained in Seotland, generally,
| although there are two or threo estab-
| ishments elsewhere which produce
! them,
very thing but tenacious, and is held to
| the globe by glue. The operator—
| generally a woman— begins at one pole,
pasting with the left hand and laying
the sheet with the right, working along
| one edge to the north or other pole,
curvature of the globe with an ivory
spatula, and working down the entire
paper to an absolutely smooth surface,
As there are no laps to these lozenge
sections the edges must absolutely
meet, else there would be a mixed up
mess, especially among the islands of
some of the grest archipelagoes and in
| the arbitrary political borders of the
nations, This is probably the most
exact work in globe making, and yet it
| appears to be easy, because the opera
| tor is so expert in coaxing down full-
nesses and in expanding scanty por-
tions, all the time keeping absolute
other sections and to their edges.
| metallic work —the equators, meridians
and stands——is finished by machinery.
| A coat of transparent varnish over the
paper surface completes the work, and
{ thus a globe is bulit.
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Changes in Holy Land.
| wear the oriental aspect it has main-
Dogs and Snakes,
Mr, Titsworth, living in what fs
| known as “the Ciove.” a delightful part
{of the roadway a short distance from
| Deckertown, N. Y., is the possessor of
| a large and powerful Newloundland dog
called Rover. Of large and command-
ing stature, Rover has a kindly eye,
and is one of the most intelligent beasts
in the eountry. Ope Bunday last winter,
| when the family returned from Decker-
town, where they had been attending
ehnrch, Rover did not greet them as
| was his invariable custom. The mem-
bers of the family were quick to notice
his absence, After they had been but
a short time in the house they were
| startled by the low baying of Rover,
| and on opening the door the dog rushed
{in on them, and going over to where
Mr. Titsworth stood he looked up ap-
| pealingly in his face, and gave utter-
ance to low sounds of distress and
tugged at his master's ceat, At Mrs,
| Titaworth's snggesiion a lantern was
procured and Rover was followed to the
stables, where five cows had been yoked
together in their stalls, A heavy beam
had fallen out of its socket and the
cows, when found, were prosirated with
this beam over their necks. A few
hours more and the whole number
would have perished, They were
speedily liberated from their perilous
position,
This is but one of the many instances
where Rover has displayed his rare in.
| telligence, When Mr, Titsworth is at
hone the dog seldom notices Mrs, Tits-
worth, but when his master is away
{ from home Rover follows her and
| watches ber every move with jealous
| care. A few days ago the lady planted
a few Virginia creeper vines down in
the lower end of her garden, for the
| purpose of having them cover an oid
water wheel that many years ago served
to do the churning on the large farm.
tecently she went to see how her vines
| were prospering, when she was horrified
| at seeing an immense blacksnake coiled
| up on the water wheel, apparently sun-
ning itself. ‘Lhe lady was startled, but
quickly regaining her coursge she called
for Rover, and the faithful beast was
soon by her gide. Pointing out the
reptile to the dog, without a single ut-
terance, Mrs, Tisworth stepped aside
to witness the fray. Although thirteen
| years old, Rover is still very game, and
in another instant he had attacked the
snake with a ferocity quite remarkable
for one of his age, and in a few minutes
it lay dead on the grass, Mrs, Tite-
worth was about to leave the place
when she heard a hissing nose, and,
looking around, she saw the mate of
| the dead enake coiled up and ready to
strike her, Rover, although pearly ex-
hausted from his combat, quickly at-
tacked the second snake and succeeded
{in dispatching it, In a few minutes
| countless numbers of small snakes
| issued from the mother spake and
| sought refuge in the grass. These
| small snakes varied in length from two
to four inches, and displayed great ac-
| tivity. The old snakes were measured
by a farm hand. One was found to be
six feet and a few inches and the other
nearly seven feet in length.
eames esis
Call on Dad.
| already the distinctive marks of modern
times and western progress. A good
| to Jerusalem, and thenoe to Bethlehem,
A telegraph wire runs from the seaboard
to the interior, offices being established
at ““Nablour, the old city of Bhechem,
where Jacob's well was, and where the
blessing and the cursing were read from
Ebel and Gerizim, also at
| Tiberias and Damascus,” Women
| grinding at the mill is now a spectacle
method, The puff of threc steam en-
| gines is heard in that city.
It is oni a little while ago that nothing
in the way of buildings was seen out-
| north and west of the city. “A Ger-
‘ephaim, which, for thrift and business,
Massachusetts.” On the outskiris of
| Society, The country about Bethle-
hem is quite recovered to the ancient
| fertility,
| fields and utilized as fences, and the
ground is well tilled, At Acre, Naza-
| Palestine, a quite thrifty congregation
| may be seen, worshipping in a good
| ehnreh building. Mechanics and other
| artisans, from Fogland, Germany and
| America, are found in most of the chief
| cities, Jerusalom has an orphanage
| for boys founded by the Germans and
orphanage for girls, in which about 100
inmates are supported, and trained for
some useful industry.
Clear Water,
At Laka George the water is so clear
and the sand at the bottom so clean
that the depth ean be appreciated, and
the ease of drowning is apparent there.
A mother of a six-year-old boy, while
averse to denying him the pleasure of
boating, sought to rob it of its perils.
She said to herself that he would be
safe if he couldn't fall overboard; and
#0, having set him carefully in the exact
centre of the broadest seat in the craft,
she fastened him down by driving a
series of tacks through the slack of his
trousers, flaving thus satisfied herself
of bis seourity, she returned to her
favorite book and corner of the piazza,
Soon there arose an outery that a boat
had in the lake, The scream
with which she received the news was
quite articulate. It oatled frantically
for a tack hammer with whioh to arm
the man who should dive for her boy.
“(Gracious me!” she remarked, after the
alarm was found to have been basoless;
“{ guess my inventive gonius isn't com-
PN enough to be reliable.”
Saver ron Puropixa,--Une t of
boiling water, two ta of
putter, a pinch of salt, one cup of sugar,
two tablespoons of flour to taste,
A man who had not been long in this
country was employed as a domestic in
a family, and upon one oocasion he was
sent to the express office to obiain a
package. He was about to leave with
it when the clerk called his attention to
| the three letters C. O, D.
Pat had po idea what the letters
meant, but he cleverly guessed at them.
“It's all night,” he said; “the owld
man’s good for the money.”
“But you know what these letters
| say, Pat?”
“Indade I do. Call On Dad,
| plain as the nose on your face.’
There is almost a pathetic truth in
the understanding conveyad in this old
story. Many a man is hounded to death
by the unreasonable calls made upon
him by the members of the family who
are educated up to this very end by
bimsalf, at first in that fond, slavish
| spirit of indulgence which the Ameri-
It's as
’
| can father displays towards his offspring,
as if it was some kind of an unthinking
mechanical pet, and afterwards on the
unfailing privciple that they who sow
| the wind will reap the whirlwind.
Call on dad.
Business is dull, notes must be met,
but appearances must be kept up. Mrs,
Shoddy is going to the seashore. ““Our
| girls” must go, the money is to come
| out of *‘dad.”
At first he refuses firmly, but as one
| reason after another is brought to bear
| on him like a battering-ram of persua-
| sion, ho gives way, New bonnets, new
| dresses are bought, a railway journey’s
| expenses defrayed, and that is only the
| beginning. Incidental expenses are
| always the straws that break the patient
| camel’s back, They scounmulate in
| heaps, stacks, and at last rise to the
| dignity of a monument, under which
| lies a pale, peaceful man, no longer pur-
saed by the legend: “Call on dad,”
Mexieoo,
The Director-General of the New
Orleans Exposition says that Mexioc
bids fair to redeem its promise
“astonish the world” with ite exhibits
fn that city next winter, A Mexican
architect has just completed details for
the Mexican buildings, which are to be
constructed of wood and glass,
In the centre of the Mexican Garden a
nal building will be
portico ia to be a specimen of silyer,
valued at $240,000, supported on ame-
thyst pillars. One palin tree for this
required the work of more than
200 natives to take up and trans it.
It is a source of satisfaction our
sister republic can show such indioa-
tions of progress and prosperity,