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thought, .product of the present, and the
present, as I have explained to yon, my
dear aunt, ceases to exist when you have
entered Bo. Did I tell yon that
Bo is sentiment? Yes, but jet not
k being; though there are manifesta
tions mysterious and ecstatic; and the dis
ciples write to each other on the first day of
each month, and tell each other What
trances they have been in and what spirit
ual joy they have received. These reports
are sent to Madame Mikucsek. and tbev are
published in a journal that circulates
among the initiated; but the phraseology is
hieratic, the outside world could make
nothing of it. As lor her, she is not ex
pected to reveal anything what she
experiences transcends human speech, and
even human thought "
"I saw the woman mopping up gravy
with a piece of bread," said Mrs. Ellison,
with frowning eyebrows.
"Bo," continued this young man, very
teriously, "as far as I have been ableto
make it out, consists of s vast sphere; ellip
tical in form, however; the zenith contain
ing all human aspiration, the base consist
ing of forgotten evil. When you once en
ter this macic circle you are lost, you are
transformed, you are here and yet not here;
to be does not signify to be, but not to be,
and not to be is the highest good, except
sot to have been. Bo, when once you have
received the consecration, and b'athed in
the light, and perceived the altitudes aDd
essential deeps and cognizances "
"Ought to be written Bosh," said she,
briefly. "I will not hear any more of that
nonsense. And I believe you are only hum
bugging me: "Madame What's-her-name
looks more like the widow ot a French
Communist. Now listen to me, Yin, lor I
am going away to-morrow. I am glad I
was mistaken about the actress; but take
care: don't get into scrapes. I shan't be
happy till I see you married. Ordinarily a
man should not marry until he is thirty or
five-and-thirty if he is five-and-forty" so
much the better bntevenatfive-and-thirty,
be may have acquired a little judgment: he
may be able to tell how much honesty there
is in the extreme amiability and unselfish
ness ana simplicity mat a young woman
can assnme, or whether she is likely to tnrn
out an ill-conditioned, cross-crained, and
sulking brnte. Oh, you needn't laugh
it's no laughing nutter,as you'll find out, my
young friend. But you you are different
you are no schoolboy you've seen the
world too much of it, tor you've learnt
disrespect for your elders, and try
to bamboozle them with accounts of
sham systems ot philosophy or
religion or whatever it is. I say yon ought
to marry young; but not an elderly woman,
as many a young mac does, for money or
position. Good gracious, not You'll have
plenty of money; your father isn't just yet
going to sell this silver dinner service
which I detest, for it always looks more
greasy than china, and besides you leel as if
vou were scoring it with the edge of your
knife all the time I say he isn't going to
sell his silver and distribute unto the poor
just yet. As for position, you've got to
make that for yourself: would you owe it to
your wi e? Very well," proceeded his
pretty monitress, in her easy and prattling
fashion; "come down to Brighton fora week
or two. I will ask the Drexel girls; you
will have them all to yourself, to pick and
to choose from, but Louie is my favorite.
You have no idea how delightful Brighton
is in June the inland drives are peilect, so
cool and shaded with trees, when vou know
where to no, that is. She is the only Ameri
can girl I know who has the courage to be an
American girl; the rest of them seem to
out-Euelish the English girl in their man
ner, and then, o' course, it becomes self-con- I
scions and an anectation. It you come
down I'll make up a party and take you all
to Ascot. Mrs. Bocrke nas offered me her
house for the week isn't that good natured,
when she could easily have let it? and I
have to telegraph yes or no to-morrow. I
hadn't intended going mysel; but il you
cay you will come down, I will accept; and
I know I can pet the Drexel girls."
"It is so kind of you, aunt; so very kind,"
he said, "but I Teally can't get away. You
know I don't care much about racing "
"ButLouie Drexel isn't racing."
- "I'm very sorry, but you must excuse me,
aunt.,' he said contritely.
"Oh distribution of wealth supply and
demand sugar-bounties and blue-books is
that it? Well, well, what the young men of
the present day are coming to "
She could say no more; lorat this moment
her neighbor, an elderly and learned gentle
man from Oxford, addressed her. He had
not hitherto uttered a word, haying paid
strict attention to every dish and every wine
(albeit, he was a lean and famished-looking
person); but now he remarked that the
evenings were hot for the middle of June.
Be spoke ot the danger of having recourse
to iced fluids. Then he went on to compare
the bathing of the Greeks and Bomans with
the ablutions ot the English until he was
offered strawberries, whereupon, having
helped himself largely, he fell into a business-like
silence again.
"When at length the ladies had gone up
stairs liord Musselburgh came and took the
teat just vacated by Mrs. Ellison
"1 have a commission irom your father,
Vin," said he. "I am to persuade you of
the sweet reasonableness of his projecfr-that
yon should for a time become the private
secretary of Mr. Ogden."
"The private secretary of a man who
hasn't an hi" retorted Master Vin, with
scorn.
"What has that to do with it?" the young
nobleman said, coolly. "No. After all,
there is something in what your father says.
He believes that the next great political
and social movement will be the emancipa
tion of the wage-earner the securing to the
producer his fair share of the products of
his labor. If that is so it will be a big
thing. It will be years before it comes off,
no doubt; but then there will be a great
ware of public opinion; and if yon are pre
paredif yon are there if you are identi
fied with this tremendous social revolution,
why, that magnificent wave will peacefully
and calmly hit you into the Cabinet. I
think that's about his notion. Very well.
If ybu are willing to take up this work, how
could you begin better than by becoming
private secretary to Josiah Osden? There
you would come into direct touch with the
masses; you wonld get to know at first hand
what they were thinking of; subsequently,
you could speak with authority. Then there's
another thing, Vin. If you want to become a
figure in public iife in England, if you
want to build a splendid monument for
yourself, you snonld begin at the base.
Capture the multitude; be as redhot a Radi
cal as they can desire; and they won't mind
what you do afterward. You may accept
office; you may be petted by royalty; but
they will rather like it they will look on
it as a compliment paid to one of themselves.
Apd that is where Ogden would come in.
He, too.is one of themselves though he
has his hired broucham when he comes to
town, and his dinuers at the Menagerie
Club. What have you got to do with his
h's? If I want to back a horse, or order a
pair of boots, or have my hair cut, what
does it matter to me whether the man has
an h, or a superfluity of h's? You mate him
useful to you; jou get what you want; isn't
that enough?"
"Oh, no, it is not." Vin Harris rejoined
but respectfully, for he never forgot that
Lord Musselburgh was his senior by very
nearly five years. "You see, you
don't go into partnership with your hair
dresser, and you don't put your name over
the bootmaker's shop. And I shouldn't
learn much from Mr. Ogden, for I don't be
lieve in his machine-made politics every
thing to be done by committees, and resolu
tions, and majorities. 1 expect to and him
starting a Society for the Suppression ol
Punch and Judy shows, so tnat the infantile
. mind of England may not be corrupted by
exhibitions 01 brutality."
"He is a very able man, let me tell you
that," said Musselburgh, with decision.
'And a capital speaker a slogger, ot
course, but that is wanted for big crowds.
And sometimes he turns out a neat thing.
Did you notice what be said at Sheffield the
other day telling the workingmen not to
be too grateful for rich men's charities for
recreation grounds, free libraries, and the
like? What he said was this:
"When the capitalist has robbed
Peter, it is easy for him to
calve his conscience by throwing a crust to
Paul' not bad. I think you might do
.worse, Yin, than become Ogden'i priyats
secretary. Pretty hard work, of course; but
the modern yonng man, in politics, is sup
posed to be thoroughly in earnest; if he isn't,
.he will have to reckon with the evening pa
"pers, for they don't like to be trifled with."
The subject was not a grateful one, appar
ently; Vin Harris changed it.
"Do vou remember," he said, with some
little diffidence, "that that I was in your
house some few weeks ago when an old gen
tleman called and and his granddaugh
ter?" "The perfervid old Scotchman oh, yes 1"
"How did you come to know him ?" the
young man asked, with downcast eyes.
"I hardly remember. Let me see. Oh,
yes. be wrote to me, enclosing a note of in
troduction he had brought from a friend of
mine in New York a brother Scot Then
he called and told me something further
about a book be is going to bring out; and I
gave him some little assistance I don't
think he is above accepting a few sovereigns
from anyone to help him on his way through
the world."
Vin Harris flushed hotly and he raised
his head and looked his friend straight in
the face as he put the next question.
"But but he is a gentleman I his name
his family even his bearing "
"Ob, yes, yes, I tuppose so," Lord Mus
selburgh said, lightly. "Poor old fellow, I
was glad to lend him a helping hand. I
think his enthusiasm, his patriotism, was
genuine; ana u is a thing you don t often
meet with nowadavs."
"Yes but but "Vin Harris said, with
a good deal of embarrassment, nd yet with
some touch of hall-indignant remonstranoe,
"the money you gave him that was to
aid him in bringing out the book, wasn't it?"
"Certainly, certainly I" the other said
he did not happen to notice the expression
on his friend's face. "Something about
Scotland Scotch poetry I think when he
wrote he said something about a dedication,
but that is an honor and glory I hardly
covet."
"In any case," observed the young man,
"you have no right to say he would accept
monev from from anyone from a stran
cer."' Then Lord Musselburgh did look up
struck by something iu his companion's
tone.
"Did I say that? I'm sure I don't know.
Of course it was on account of the book that
I ventured to give him some little help
oh, yes, certainly I should not have ven
tured otherwise. If 'he had been offended,
I dare say he would have said so; but I
fancy the old gentleman has had to over
come his pride before now. He seems to
have led a curious, wandering life. By the
way, Vin, weren't you very much impressed
by the young lady I remember your saying
something "
Fortunately there was no need for Vincent
to answer this question, for now there be
ran another movement on the part of the re
maining guests to go up stairs to the draw
ing room, and in this little bit of a bustle he
escaped Irom urther cross-examination.
When at the end of the evening all the
people had gone away, and when Mr. Har
ris had shut himself up in his study to
finish his correspondence for he was going
down the next morning to a congress of co
operative societies at Ipswich Mrs. Ellison
and her nephew found themselves alone in
the drawing room;and the (air young widow
runs-, needs return to the subject she bad been'
discoursing upon at dinner namely, that
this yonng man, in order to guard against
pitfalls and embroilments, should get mar
ried lorthwith.
"You seem anxious that I should marry,"
said he, bluntly; "why don't you get mar
ried vourseli ?"
"Oh, no, thank yon I" she replied, with
prompitude. "1 know when I have bad "
Apparently she was on the point of saying
that she knew when she had had enough;
but that would not have been complimen
tary to the memory of the 'deceased; so she
broke off.
"Do you know, aunt," he observed,
gravely, "what Mr. Ogden says of you?
He siys that, having robbed Peter, you try
to salve your conscience by throwing a crust
to Paul."
"When did I rob Peter? what Peter?"
she said, indignantly.
"You are a capitalist you have more
than your own share you possess what you
do not work for therefore, you are a rob
ber and a plunderer. I am sorry lor you,
nunt; but Mr. Ogden has pronounced your
doom "
"Mr. Ogden !" she said, with angry
brows and then she stopped.
"Yes, aunt?" he said, encouragingly.
"Oh, nothing. But I tell you this. Vin.
You were talking of the proper distribution
of wealth. Well, when you come to marry,
and if I approve of the girl, I mean to dis
tribute a little of my plunder of my all
gottemgaius in that direction; she shan't
come empty-handed. That is, if I approve
of her, you understand. And the best thing
you could do would be to alter your mind
mind and come down to Brichton for a week
or two; and I'll send lor the Drexel girls.
and perhaps one or two more. If you can't
just at present, you may later on. "Now I'm
going off to my room; and I will say good
bye as well as good night, for I don't sup
pose I shall see you in the morning."
"Good night, then, and good-bye, aunt!"
said he as he held her hand for a second;
and that was the last that he saw of her for
some considerable time.
Fora great change was about to take
place in this young man's position and cir
cumstances, iu his interests, nmbitiouB,
and trembling hopes. He was about to
enter wonderland that so many have
entered, stealthily and almost tearing that
so many remember, and perhaps would fain
forget. Do any remain in that mystic and
rose-hued region? Some, at least, have
never even approached it: for its portals are
not easily discoverable, are not discoverable
at all, indeed, except by the twin torches of
imagination and abolition of self.
When he went up to his chambers the
next morning he was surprised to find a
card lying on the table; he had not expected
a visitor in this secluded retreat. And when
he glanced at the name, he was still more
perturbed. What an opportunity he had
missedl Perhaps Mr. Bethune had brought
an informal little invitation for him the
first overture of friendliness. He might
have spent the evening in the hushed, small
parlor over the way, with those violin
strains vibrating through the dusk; or,
with the lights ablaze, be might have sat
and listened to the old man's tales of trav
els, while Maisrie he now knew her name
was Maisrie Maisrie Bethune would be
sitting at her needle-work, but looking up
from time to time each glance a Grid's
wonderl And what had he had in exchange?
a vapid dinner party; some talk about
socialism; an invitation that he should de
scend into the catacombs of North of En
gland politics and labor mole-like thereto no
apparent end; finally, a promise that if he
would only marry the young lady of Mrs.
Ellison's choice presumably one of her
American friends his bride should have
some additional dowry to recommend her.
What were all these distant schemes, and
even the brilliant future that everybody
seemed to prophesy lor him, to the be
wildering possibilities that were al
most within his reach? He went
to the window. The pots ot
musk, and lobelia, and ox-eye daisies, in
the little balcony over there, and also the
Virginia creeper intertwisting its sprays
through the iron bars, seemed fresh; no
doubt she had sprinkled them with water
before leavine with her grandfather. And
had they gone to Hyde Park as usual? He
was sorely tempted to go in search; but
something told him this might provoke sus
picions; so he resolutely hauled in a chair
to the table and set to work with his books
and annotations though sometimes there
came before his eyes a nebulous vision, as of
a sheet of silver-gray water and a shimmer
ing of elms.
In the afternoon be went out and. bought
a clothes-brush, a couple ot hair-brushes,
some scented soap and other toilet requi
sites of which be had not hitherto known
the need in these chambers; and about fi
o'clock or a little thereafter, haying care
fully removed the last speck from his
coat-sleeve, he crossed the way, and rather
timidly knocked at the door. It was
opened by the landlady's daughter, who
appeared at once surprised and pleased on
finding who this visitor was.
"Is Mr. Bethune at home?" he demanded
with soma vaeuely uncomfortable feeline
that this damsel'i eyes looked too friendly. J
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She seemed to understand everything to
have been expecting him.
"Oh, ves, sir."
"May"l go upstairs?"
"He gave no name; but she did not hesi
tate for a moment. She led the way up
stairs; she tapped lightly; and iu answer to
Mr. Bethune's loud "Come Inl" she opened
the door, and said
"The young gentleman, sir," a form of
announcement that might have struck Vin
Harris as peculiar if he had sot been much
too occupied to notice.
"Ah, how do you do how do you do?"
old George Bethune (who was alone) called
and he pushed aside his book and came
forward witb extended hand. "Nothing
like being neighborly; solitary units in
the great sea of London life have naturally
some interest in each other; you would
gather that I looked in ou you last night "
"Yes," said the young man, as he took
the proffered chair. ""I am very sorry I hap
pened to be out I had to dine at home last
evening "
"At borne?" repeated Mr. Bethune. look
ing for the moment just a trifle puzzled.
"Oh, yes," said his visitor, rather ner
vously. "Perhaps I didn't explain. I
don't live over there, you know. I only
have the rooms for purposes of study; the
place is so quiet I can get on better than at
home; there are no interruptions "
"Except a little violin playing?" the old
man suggested, cood naturedlv.
"T wish there were more of that, sir,"
Vin Harris observed, respect'ully. "That
was only in the evenings; and I used to
wait for it, to tell you the truth, as a kind
of unintentional reward after my day's
work. But of late I have heard nothing; I
hope that Miss Bethune was not offended
that I ventured to to open my piano at the
same time "
"Oh, not at all I can hardlv think so,"
her grandfather said, airily. 'iShe also has
been busy with ner Dooks ol late it is
Dante, I believe, at present and as I in
sist on her always reading aloud; whatever
the language is, she goes upstairs to her
own room, so that I haven't seen much of
her in the evenings. Now may,I offer you
a cigar?"
"No, thank you."
"Or a glass of claret?"
"No, thanks."
"Then tell me what your studies are, that
we may become better acquainted."
And Vin Harris was about to do that
when the door behind him opened. In
stinctively he rose and turned. The next
instant Maisrie Bethune was be ore him
looking taller, he thought, -than he had, in
Hyde Park, imagined her to be. She sa
luted him gravely and without embarrass
ment; perhaps she had been told of his arri
val'; it was he who was for the moment,
somewhat confused, and anxious to apolo
gize and explain. But, curiously enough.
that was only a passing phase. When
once he had realized that she also
was in the room not paying much
attention, perhaps, but listening when she
chose, as she went to and fro engaged in her
own affairs all his embarrassment fled, and
his natural buoyancy and confidence came
to his aid. AVhen she appeared at the door,
she was carrying a small basket of brown
wickerwork; and this she now opened, tak
ing from it a heap of rich-hued poaouies,
which she proceeded to place in a flat glass
dish on the middle of the table, sprinkling
some water over them thereafter. She
seemed to consider that she was of no ac
count; that she was not called upon to inter
fere in this conversation between her grand
father and his vuest. When she bad fin
ished with the flowers, she went to the open
window, and took her seat, openinc out some
needlework she had carried thither. The
youne man could 'see she had beantiful
hands rather long, perhaps, bnt exquisitely
formed: another wonderl But the truly ex
traordinary thing the enchantment was
that here he was in the same room with her,
likely to become her friend, and already
privileged to speak so that she could hearl
For of course he was aware that he had
an audience of two; and very well he talked
in his half-excited mood. There was no
more timidity; there was a gay self-assertion
a desire to excel and shine; sometimes
he laughed, and his laueh was musical. He
had skillfully drawn from the old man a
confession of political faith (of course be
was a conservative, as became one of the
Bethunes of Balloray) so all chances ot
collision was avoided ou that point and
indeed Vin Harris was ready to have
sworn that black was white, so eager was
he to make an impression, ou this his first
and wondrous visit.
The time went by all too quickly; but the
young man had become intoxicated by this
unexpected joy; instead of getting up and
apologizing, and taking his hat, and going
away, he boldly threw out the suggestion
that these three the solitary units
in the great sea of London life, as
George Bethnne had called them should
determine to spend the evening together. He
did not seem to be aware of the audacity of
his proposal; he was carrying everything
before him in this high-banded fashion;
the touch of colour that rose to Maisrie
Bethune's cheek what of that? Oh, yes,
maiden shyness, no doubt; but of little con
sequence; here were the golden moments
here the golden opportunity; why should
they separate
"You see," said he, "I don't care to in
convenience our people at home by my un
certain hours; and so of late I have taken to
dining at a restaurant, just when I felt in
clined; and I have got to know something of
the different places. I think we might go
out for a little stroll, as the evening will be
cooler now, and wander on until we see a
quiet and snug looking corner. There is
something in freedom of choice; and you
may catch sight of a bay window, or of a re
cess with flowers in it, and a bit of a fount
ain, that tempts the eye "
"What do you say, Maisrie?" the old gen
tleman inquired.
"You go, grandfather," the girl replied at
once, but without raising her head. "It
will be a pleasant change for you. I would
rather remain at home."
"Oh, but I should never have proposed
such a thin?. Vincent interposed hastily,
"if it meant that Miss Bethune was to be
left here alone, certainly notl I I decline
to be a party to any such arrangement oh,
I could not think of such a thingl"
"You'd better come, Maisrie," said the
old man, with some air oi authority.
"Very well, grandfather," she said, obe
diently; and straightway she rose and left
the room.
Master Vin's heart beat high; here were
wonders upon wonders: in a short xnace he
would be walking along the pavements of
London town with Maisrie Betbune by bis
side (or practically so), and thereafter be
and she wonld be seated at the same table,
almost within touch of each other. When
the door opened again ana Maisrie Bethnne
reappeared (her eyes were averted from him
and there was a self-conscious' tinge of color
iu her pale and thoughtful face), she seemed
to have undergone some sudden transforma
tion. The youthful look leut to her appear
ance by the long, loose-flowing locks and her
dress of blue and white linen had gone; and
here was a yonng lady apparently about 20,
tall, self-possessed (notwithstanding that
tinge of color) and grave in manner. A
miracle had been wrought and yet she had
only plaited up her hair, tying it with a
bit of blue ribbon, and donned a simple cos
tume of cream-colored cashmere. She was
putting on her eloves now; and he thought
that long hands were by far the most beau
tiful of any.
It was an Italian restaurant they entered
at last; and Vincent was so fortunate as to
find a recess compartment which he knew of
vacant. They were practically dining in a
private room; but all tbe same they conld
when they chose glance out upon the large
saloon, with its little white tables, and us
various groups of olivc-complexioned or
English-complexioned guests. The young
man assumed the management of this small
festivity irom the outset. He ordered a
flask of Chiauti for Mr. Bethune and him
self; and then he would have got something
lighter some sparkling beverage for the
young lady, but that she told him that she
drank no wine. Why, he said to himself,
he might have known!
For In her veins
Ban blood as pure and oold at summer rains.
And as this modest little repast went on,
perhaps Vin Harris was comparing it with
the banquet of the night before. Ah, there
had been no enhancement, no enthralling
testacy turd delight, about that entertain
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ment, sumptuous as it was. Here wassome
food he hardly looked at it he did not
know what it was, and did not care which
would have to be paid for at the rate or3j6d
per head; but as compared with this frugal
lestivity, the splendors of the preceding
evening the masses of roses, the pyramids
of ice, the silver candelabra, and all the rest
shrank into insignificance.
As for the old man (for the world was not
created solely for young folk) he was at once
gay and oracular.
"These little breaks and diversions," he
was saying, as he stirred his coffee lor the
time ot cigarettes had arrived, "are useful
things useful things; an affair of the mo
ment, truly ; but the wise man makes of the
passing moment as much as he possibly can.
Why, the, real curse of modern life the in
eradicable disease is the habit of continu
ally looking before and after. We none of
us think enough of the present moment; we
are anxiously speculating as to the future,
or, what is "worse still, fretting over the
memory of past injuries and past mistakes;
That is where the uneducated, the unimag
inative, have their consolation; we are not
half so happy and content as the stolid
ploughman or the phlegmatic bricklayer
who thinks only of the present heat, or the
present cold, or, at furthest, of the next pint
of beer, and the prospect of getting to bed,
with the knowledge that he will sleep
sound. The actual and immediate things
before them are tbe things that interest
them; not tbe unknown future or the use
less past. But I have schooled myself,
thanks in a great measure to Horace and
my granddaughter knows her Horace, too
and I think I keep as stout a heart as most.
Dum loquimur, ofcourse, fugerit invida
etas; but even while I know that tbe night
presses down upon me, and the shadowy
fathers, and the empty halls of Pluto, I put
the knowledge away from me; I am con
tent with the present moment; I am more
than content, lor example, with this very
excellent cigarette "
"Would you allow me to send you a few
boxes?" interposed Vincent, at'once and
eagerly. "I think tbe cork monthoiece is a
great improvement. I know where they are
to be got. May I send you some?"
"I thank you; but they are notmnch in
mv way," the old man said, with a certain
loftiness of demeanor. "As I was remark
ing, tbe time has gone by lor unavailing re
grets over what has been done to me and
mine. I think I may say that throughout
we have shown a bold front. 'Stand fast,
Craig-Koystonl' has not been out watchword
for nothing. And as for the future why,
'to the gods belongs to-morrowl' The antic
ipation oi evil will not remove it: the re
calling of bygone injuries provides no com
pensation. The present moment is ourain;
the neist we never saw;' and so, as we have
had a pleasant evening so far, I think we
may as well get away home again; and,
Maisrie, you will get out your violin, and
we'll have some Scotch songs, and mv young
incuu uuu j. win laaie just a urop oi ocotcu
whisky; and if there's any better combina
tion than that in the world, I do not know
of it."
But here a very awkward incident oc
curred. Old George Bethune, in his grand
manner, called to the waiter to bring the
bill. Now Vincent had intended to steal
out and arrange this little matter without
allowing the young lady to have cogniz
ance of it; but of course the waiter, when
summoned, came up to the table, and pro
ceeded to pencil out the account.
"I think, sir," put in the young man,
"you'd better let me have that. It was my
proposal, you know."
"Oh, very well," said Mr. Bethune. care
lessly; and as carelessly he handed over tbe
the slip of paper he had taken from the
waiter. .
But the quick look of pain and humili
ation that swept over tbe girl's face stabbed
him to the heart.
"Grandfather!" she said, with a burning
nusn.
"Oh, well," her grandfather said, petu
lently; "I havejust discovered that I have
left my purse behind. Some other time it
is all the same it is immaterial the
next time will be my turn"
"Here is my purse, grandfather," she
said; and she turned with an air of quiet
firmness to her younger neighbor, and
merely said, "If you please!" He was too
bewildered to refuse; there was something
in her manner that compelled him to accede
without a word of protest. She pushed her
purse and the slip of paper across the table
to her grandfather, and then she rose and
turned to seek her sunshade, which Vin
cent forthwith broucht to her. The curious
mingling of simplicity and dignity with
which she had interposed impressed him
striugely; perhapslshe was not so much of a
school girl as she bad seemed when he first
saw her walking through Hyde Park? Then
the three of them left the restaurant to
gether, and quietly made their way home
through the gathering twilight.
nut ne would not go in when they ar
rived at the door, though the old man again
Sut Scotch music and Scotch whisky before
im as an inducement. PerhaDs he dreaded
"to outstay his welcome. He bade them
both good-night, and 'Maisrie Bethune, as
she parted Irom him, was so kind as to say:
"Thank you so much!" with the briefest,
timid glance of her all-too-eloquent eyes.
He, went across to his own rooms merely
for form's sake. He did not light the gas
when he got upstairs. He carefully shut
the window; theu he sat down to the piano;
and very gently and quietly he played a
graceful little air. It was "Dormez, dor
mez, ma beilel"; and it was a kind of fare
well message ior the night; but he had made
sure that she should not hear.
To be Continued Next Sunday.
The Sinn Who Makes Pans.
rWBITTEK POB TUB DIBrATCU.!
The man who does murder, with rope Is sus
pended, The press that prints libel the damage must
pay:
The man who manslaughters, unless well de
fended, Must languish in prison a sad life away.
Detectives all kinds of transgressors aro track
ing. The lightest of debtors Is loaded with duns;
Yet the law of the country is terribly lacking.
For nothing Is meted the man who makes
puns.
This caitiff regards not the feelings of others,
The fiend who can't floe is the victim most
choice;
He will not spare even his sisters or brothers.
So fierce bis delight in his asinine voice.
He never says anything worthy the saying;
So brazen is he tbat his impudence stuns.
He labels himself by persistently braying:
We class him instauter the man who makes
puns.
The horrible villain scorns hedges and bashes,
And yet he waylays us by day and by night.
Into every meeting he wedeea and poshes.
And grins in our faces with fiendish delight.
When others are sleeping he's planning to
bore us.
With verbal contortions his speech overruns.
At the sound ot his footsteps a shudder comes
ojer us;
He's worse than tbe nightmare the man who
makes puns.
He excites in tbe softest of hearts animosity)
Leading the best to think murder no sin.
While launching at people a lingual atrocity;
Never dreams he" of tbe peril lie's in.
We look at the idiot longing to shoot him:
The jokes that be cracks would be scorned
by tbe Huns.
Will no kind philanthropist offer to boot him?
How fitting tbe fate tor the man who makes
puns.
Oh, what shall we do with him? Would we
could barter him.
Hideous creature that cumbers the earth.
Oh, for a savage to draw him and quarter him.
Roast him and cat him In cannibal mirth!
Wonld wo could rid us of every hair of him
Whom e'en the dregs of humanity shuns;
Mankind bath borne all that mortal can bear
of him.
And old Kick is too good for the man who
makes puns.
SAMUEL MUfTURN EECK.
Anavrera to Correspondents,,
A. The easiest way to rent a dress coat ii
rip it up the back.
B. One of the greatest contractors of
Pittsburg is the girl who laces tightly.
An Enemr with the Rhcumntlaci
Maybe safely pooh-poohed. He Is seldom
active. Look out for htm, though, when he
has used Hostetter's diomach Bitters fora
whlle,forten ohances to one that beneficent
restorative will make him well enough to come
down upon you like a thousand of bricks when
you least expect It. Dyspepsia, constipation,
neuralgia, kidney complaints and inalirial
maladies are among tbe bodily afflictions
completely "knocked out" by the Sitters.
SUNDAY, JULY 27,
THE TALLEST SHRE
That Eises in England Makes Quaint
Old Salisbury Famous.
OVEETOPS ST. PAUL'S, OF LONDON.
A Walk Through the Massive and Awe
Inspiring Cathedral.
HISTORIC INTEREST OP THE CITT
iwxrrrxx tob tub dispatch.
Some 25 miles down the old Boman road,
away to the southwest of Winchester, the
onco royal city of England, in the midst of
swift, clear streams and rich, grassy mead
ows, lies the quaint and quiet old city of
Salisbury, or, as some old-fashioned people
still love to call it, "Sarum," in memory of
a still older city, on the hilltop two miles
away, where King Alfred once built his
rocky fortress against the Danes. The ruins
of this mighty stronghold still remain, in
vast massive mounds and giant blocks of
stony concrete, on the hillside; but where a
FROM A WATER COLOR
noble cathedral once stood, amid many a
noble building, and where Briton, Boman,
Saxon and Dane once held sway, there now
are wide fields of waving corn, there the
shepherd tends his wanderingflock of sheep,
and the song or the skylark is the only
sound to break the quiet of the lovely scene.
The view from the hilltop, across the wide
valley watered by the Avon, is striking and
beautiiul, and the silver winding of tbe
river may be traced for many a mile through
the bare, open downs which seem to undu
late in large waves as far as the eye can
reach on all sides. Lookinc eastward, one
may make out, far away amid a clump of
thick trees, some of the scattered houses of
New Sarum, above which towers the grand,
gray spire of the Cathedral as il to pierce
the bank of sunset clond that hangs oyer the
quiet city. A brisk walk of 40 minutes, all
the way by the river side, brings ns at last
in full view of the venerable pile, in which
the first service was held in 1225, under good
old Bishop Egidius, "after spending on it
both toil and time, and gold and mauy
prayers," and adorning it with many a win
dow of glowing color, and many a shaft of
dark, Furbeck marble.
AWE INSPIRING IN ITS MASSIVENESS.
It is built in the form of a donble cross,
in the purest and highest style of early
English, the nave alone being 300 feet in
length, supported, as are the choir and
transepts, by clustered columns, with donble
pillars and shafts of green and gray shining
marble. Beyond the nave, under a roof of
carved and delicate lace-work in stone,
stretches the choir to a turther length of 150
feet, a glance into which, with its mighty
East Window of radiant jewels, is 'like a
glimpse of fairyland. The side aisles.
transepts and lady chapel are of equal and
simple bpauty,and as tbe visitor passes down
the long nave with lingering steps the
solemn stillness and peace of the vast pile
may well fill him with a sense of his own
insignificance.
Beneath his feet and all along the sides
of tbe sculptured walls are the tombs and
monuments or noble and lair women, of
great and mighty men of the past; bishops
and warriors, statesmen, martyrs, saints,
captains and court beauties, kings and
beggars, once famous or infamous iu their
day, through all the long centuries; the
wise and the ignorant, the mean and the
mighty now all alike at last,
Kach in his narrow coll forever laid.
Meanwhile, overhead, far away up in the
cloudy sunset sky, towers the silent shaft of
gray stone, as simple and perfect in its
changeless beauty after these 700 years as
when Egidius gave it his final benedic
tion. As we step out into the grassy sward,
with its clustered groups of noble elm trees,
in the midst of which the cathedral stands,
and gaze up at the tiny cross of shining
metal that crowns its supreme point, now
touched with sudden fire by the last ray of
sunset, we at once admit the proud boast of
Salisbury spire to claim a height of 400
ieet and overlook by some yards the mighty
dome and cross of St. Paul's tbat look down
upon the crowded streets of modern Baby
lon by the Thames.
A TOWN OP HISTORIC MEMORIES.
As for the town of Salisburv itself, little
is to be said for it or of it, but that it is as
unlike tne capital city ot a great and flour
ishing county (Wiltshire) as may well be.
The quiet, winding streets are raostlvof
small bouses and shops, with here an'd there
an old-fashioned dormer window ora crabled
roof or, still rarer, a solid, square mansion,
built by some rich citizen of good Queen
Bess' days, and behind it, stretching down
to the river, a cozy garden, where gay flow
ers abound and Iruit of all kinds ripens to
perfection in the many and sheltered glades.
It possesses still the Boyal chartergranted
by Henry III. in 1227, and enjovs all its
old rights and privileges; but, though not
of so deadly-lively a cast as her rival and
sister city of Winchester, Sarum has in her
but little life. Like. Winton, Salisburv is
the stronghold ot the clerical order, From
the full-blown dignity of my Lord the
Bishopof the Diocese, serene iii his palace
by the river, one or two Colonial bishops at
home for Health (returned empties, the pro
fane call them), down by fine gradation
through deans, canons, archdeacons, pre
bends, minor canons, to plain yicars, cur
ate's and the inferior order of clergy, the
whole place swarms with them. The city
is ecclesiastical throughout. There is a
score or more of almshouses, charities and
retreats, most of them founded by tbe muni
ficence of former bishops, and mauy o! them
for the benefit of 'decayed clerics, their
widows and children; all offering quiet rest
ing places and comfort for honest old age
until, one by one, the pensioners drop
quietly into the grave, and find rest at last
in God's acre under tbe shadow of the great
spire. ' i
GOOD SERVICE BUT EXPENSIVE.
The inns where the casual traveler may
find all he needs are not numerous, but all
of a more or less sober tone, where a good
bottle of old port may always be had and a
savory dish of silver eels from the river,
such as a reverend canon might partake of
without risk and worthy of an episcopal
blessing. But i! all are cozy and comfort
able, all are costly. It has been so ever
since the days of Pepys Diary, wherein
tbat honest gentleman writes that in 1668.
"Came to the George Inne, where Hay in'
1890.
silk bed, and good diet, but the charges so
high (7s 6d for bread and beer) that I was
well niirh mad." That was two years after
the great fire of London, buta part of the
old George yet stands, and visitosr may do
worse than abide and sup there.
New Sarum returns two members of Par
liament for her 10,000 or 12,000 citizen", and
among her recent representatives claims two
men of mark, one, Sidney Herbert, the
ardent friend of the G. O. M. in the days of
his prime, the other, Fawcett, the famous
blind man, a high wrangler at Cambridge,
Postmaster General and finally 'agnostic
of a most advanced type whose wife still
lives, and is renowned for her work
in the cause of all great things for
women. It is her daughter Philippa who
has just now won the blue ribbon of the
University by coming out not only
in the mathematical tripos, but Senior
Wrangler, and with some marks
to spare. Both Herbert and Fawcett
were Salisbury men. In Sarum John Dry
den lived for a while and there found a
wife. Hard by at Bemerton lived George
Herbert, the saintly poet, and anyone who
cares to do so can still see the bouse where
Bowles, "the melancholy bard," with
whom Byron had such fun in "English
Bards and Scotch Beviewers," once mused
and scribbled off poesy.
Bnt the cathedral is the making ot the
?uiet, venerable, old city, and were it not
or that mighty spire lifting its proud
height to the clouds Sarum would dwindle
SKETCH BT THE AUTHOR.
silently away into a third-rate country
town, as lonely as tbe ruin on tbe bill or
gray old Stoned henge 12 miles away across
tbe rolling downs to the vale of Amesbury
and the land of the Druids.
B. G. Johns.
BURDETTE TO YOUNG MEN.
A Pointed Little Sermon an the Text of Hot
Journal! on Railroad Train It's the
Poor Ronda That Have This Trouble, Nat
tbe Fine Oner.
(WBITTXlf FOB TOT DISFJtTCB.1
My son, you remember reading, not
many weeks ago, the statement of a minis
ter of the gospel, a foreign missionary, one
might say, as he is preaching in.New York,
that he was obliged to go to Europe for a
long rest because he was run down by over
work. "I have a hot box," he said, and
then went on to explain that when a railway
train ran too fast or too long the boxes or
journals of the car wheels became over
heated, and tbe train had to come to a halt
and remain at rest until tbe "hot box"
cooled off. "That is what ails me," said the
good minister. "I am not sick, and I have
not broken down; I have simply been work
ing too bard; I have been going too fast and
doing too much, and have a hot box. I
must rest awhile; rest is all I need."
Now, my son, I hope, and I believe that
preacher is a better theologian than he is
a railroader; he ought to be anyhow. He
knew what ailed him; be had a hot box.
But he didn't know what caused it; he said
it was working too hard; doing too much.
Nonsense, my boy; sheer nonsense; utter
absurdity. He wasn't doing half as much
as he should have been doing, maybe. He
might have been tbe laziest preacher in all
busy New York, and yet had a hot box all
the same. It isn't the speed that makes the
journal heat up and set hre to tbe packing,
my son. The box is out of order, that's
what's the matter,
TWO CASES IN POINT.
I have been shot from Philadelphia to
Chicago on the "limited," the drivers fairly
throwing the miles away like seconds, and
never a smoking axle nor the loss of a min
ute on a single mile; and the next day I have
boarded the Wesley City, Bluetown and
Copperas Creek Air Line runs from quar
ries to Kickapoo siding, mixed train, three
times a week, 12 miles an hour and helped
to carry water from the creek to pour ou a
hot box between every other station. It isn't
the speed at all.
The next time you are whirling along on
a lightning express and tbe traiu stops to
doctor a hot journal you will observe, if you
please, that there is but one smoking axle ou
all the train of seven Pullmans or is the
plural of that car Pnllmeu? running on an
aggregate of 84 wheels. One hot box in 84.
Now, the 83 wheels that are in good condi
tion were running just us fast as the one that
set fire to its packing; making just as good
time, and they are ready and able to keep
on making time. The wheel tbat stops the
train is out of order; there's something
wrong about the wheel, it hasn't bceu doing
a bit more than anv other wheel on the
train. And when it says it has been doing
too much and running too fast all other
wheels have a right to squeak on their axles
in derision, were tnev not too smootbly pol
ished and too well oiled to be guilty of such
harshness.
ALWAYS KEEP IN CONDITION.
Take care of yourself, my boy; keep your
self i condition; run regular trips on
scbedirR time; look after yourself before and
after tbe run, and at the five minute stops,
and I don't care how much you shorten up
the time, you may go as fast as you can
make steam and turn the drivers.
It isu't the creat railways, with their well
appointed trains, thoroughly disciplined
and practically educated crews that are
troubled with hot boxes. You find the hot
boxes on tbe poorer roads, tbat run their ex
presses on Ireight train time, and try to
save oil by using plenty of water on tbe
boxes, because water is cheap and they
think there is more economy in cooling a
hot journal with water that costs nothing
than there is iu keeping it cool with oil tbat
costs money.
Ii a railway train, shooting through the
atmosphere like aTtreakof lightning, should
suddenly burst into devouring flame simul
taneously, from pilot to marker, I should be
inclined to think that speed and friction had
something to do with destruction. But
when only one wheel in a hundred begins
to smoke, I am positive it is the fault of that
one wheel unless it can prove that it was
running faster and going lartber than any
other wheel of its size on the train.
BOBERT J. BUEDETTE.
Englnnd'a Foam) Savingi Bnnka.
The deposits in the British Postoffice
last year amounted to 599,070,000, and the
withdrawals to 584,070,000.
Dellcnte Women.
Children and delicate women should not be
forced to take the vile compounds which are
usually given for constipation, plies, indiges
tion, etc, Hamburg Figs are like preserved
fiult,and are the best laxative known. Z5cents.
Dose one fig. At all druggists. Mack Drug
Company, New York; tts
DEATH IN A DEINK.
Water May Sparkle Like the Crys
tal and Yet be Most Impure.
BOILING ALONE ISN'T ENOUGH.
It
Only Mates a 8onp With the
Organisms for the Body.
Head
TESTS AT THE CARKEGIE LABORATORY
rWEITTKT TOB TBI DISrXTCH.3
. Pure water and pure air are the first
necessities of life, and must be obtainsd if
a fine development is desired. Fresh air,
pure water, bathing, hygienic diet and
self-control contain the fundamental prin
ciples of true religion.
It is well established on the best medical
authority that 30,000 people die in the
United States yearly from typhoid fever, of
which the majority of cases are communi
cated through drinking water. Other
diseases directly caused by impure water
are colic, erysipelas, sore throat, constipa
tion, gastritis, pneumonia, dysentery, liver
and skin diseases, dyspepsia and general
debility.
Most of tbe water used falls far short of
purity and safety. That from streams and
lakes must carry the wash of shore and de
caying vegetable and animal matter, not
sufficient to make it positively unpleasant
always, but quite enough to furnish the
germs of dangerous ailments, and the fer
tilizing medium lor these to develop in
their worst forms. Tne water from tanks
and cisterns can only be kept sweet and safe
nyconsiani care and is seldom fit to use as
it leaves the faucet. The viscid, slimy
lining of water pipes, deposited from the
water standing in them, riot only contains
organic matter that is. living, microscopic
animals but produce them.
IP WE COULD ONLY SEE THEM.
No water which deposits a slimy coating
on pails and pitchers by standing is safe lor
drinking or cooking. Were the microscope
as common as the thermometer and as fre
quently referred to it would not be neces
sary to demonstrate the necessitv of pure
water. No one could taste infected water
after once seeing the horrid forms with
which it swarms, iu their malignant shapes
types of the evil they accomplish, infinitesi
mal demons of the air and water. It is well
they are hid from our eyes or existence
would be organized nightmare. But these
malignant presences abound, seen or un
seen, and it is time to lay aside all other
coniderations to learn how to preserve our
selves from them.
J Experiments testing the purity of drink
ing water under various conditions have
lately ocenpied the first chemists and physi
cians here and abroad, and will be found
most valuable and instructive reading.
Town libraries and doctors should provide
themselves with the reports of Prof. Aogell,
of Derry, N. H., to the State Board of
Health; ot Mr Praukland, to the Boyal
Society of England, and Dr. Charles G.
Currier on his experiments with drinking
w..ter in the laboratories of Berlin and the
Carnegie Laboratory of New York city.
Probably no result of his great wealth is of
more public benefit or more .credit to the
many mlllioned man whose name it bears
than the new and well equipped laboratory
for experiments relating to health which
neighbors Bellevue Hospital and Medical
acnool. Dr. Currier ennmerates the most
distressful scourges among diseases caused
by bacteria'in impure drinking water season
alter season, to which cause is traced such
"inexcusable epidemics" as the recent out
break of typhoid fever at Cumberland, on
the Potomac.
SOME OP THE PRECAUTIONS.
The truth is gradually gaining currency
that it is in general safest to consume water
and milk like other foods alter cooking
them. Even water charged with carbonic
acid gas, for soda fountains, usuallv and
rightly regarded as preferable lor purity to
ordinary water, allows certain kinds of bac
teria to increase in water charged with gas
under a pressure of over 100 pounds to the
square inch. As original bacteria perish
more rapidly in soda waters, when charged,
than in simple water, this affords a resource
in case the general supply for drinking is
inferior in sickly season. A small addi
tion of alcohol or spirits also prevents in
jurious results Irom bad water, but cannot
always be depended on to destroy germs of
disease, unless in stronger proportion than
is pleasant to most tistej.
Boiling most effectually destroys the
germs if the heat is kept up long enough.
It has been said in medical journals that
15 minutes' boiling was enongh to purify
even infected water. Doubtlul of this fact,
Dr. Currier made over 50 careinl experi
ments at the Carnegie Laboratory, besides a
series at the Health institute in Berlin. To
remove sediment and yet have the micro
organisms, the bacteria, the harmful germs
remain ia' the water, it was strained through
thiu layers of sand or absorbent cotton.
This proves at once themistake of suppos
ing that small plug filters to screw on fau
cets are of any material use in purifying
water, or that ordinary layers ot cotton bat
ting will keep fermenting germs out of pre
served,fruit. It is demonstrated that water
may be entirely clear and yet swarm with
the living seeds of fever.
A TEN MINUTES' BOILING.
The germs of tubercular diseases that is.
consumption are killed by 1& minutes'
boiling. The typhoid bacilli and the pro
ducing kinds are harmless when the water
has been brought to the boiling point and
allowed to cool slowly. Cholera germs are
still more sensitive. Dr. Currier concludes
that water whose purity is suspected be
comes harmless when boiled 10 minutes.
From mauy tests he thinks the bacteria of
ordinary clear hydrant water are destroyed
in this time, though the Berlin Profes'sor
Koch disagrees with this opinion. Dr. Car
negie added putreryine solutions of meats,
vegetables, and earths to produce the worst
possible waters, and found, after straining
them, that the bacteria rarely resisted 20
minutes' boiling, though one tough variety
.;,. mio "rum so to ou minutes while
boiling.
In the stomach and intestines these bac
teria taken in drinking water increase enor
mously, giying off great amounts of foul
gases and other noxious products. It is in
teresting, says Dr. Currier, to find a typi
cally skillful modern surgeon. Pro. H.
Fritscb, of Bresiau, announces that water
with only a six to one thousand solution of
common salt, sterilized by long boiling, is
preierable to the carbolic and corrosive sub
limate solutions continually used for the
most delicate and hazardous operations.
MUST NOT STOP AT BOILING.
But boiling does not wholly fit Impure
water to be the ideal drink. Still, more
careful and rigid experiment proves that
boiled water swarming with dead bacteria is
little better than a beef tea or broth of mi
croscopic flesh, none too wholesome at best
and liable to speedv chauge, which makes
it undesirable for the human svstem. The
filter comes in play to strain out these dead
animalcule, inconsiderable in h.m.oi.a
but able to putrely in time and give the
water a lonl taste.
T- fvanklaiid recently reports to the
Boyal Society ol Bngland bis experiments
on the purification oi water. In his paper
onfiltration he says: "Gree.u sand, coke,
animal charcoal and spongy iron were at
first successful in removing all organisms
irom the water passing through them, but
after one month's continuous action this
po,wer was in every case lost. The improve
ment still effected, however, by spongv iron
and coke was very great indeed, while the
green san'd and brick. dust were much less
efficient, and the number of organisms in
the water filtered through charcoal was
greater than in the unaltered water," be
came it washed out the germs left by pre
vious fluid. This enforces tbe opinion that
filters need renewal every month to remain
satisfactory. A common filter used through
a season will yield clear water by leaching
ont the impalpable earth and sand which
ever so slightly colors it, but it will not be
gin to remove the deadly nitrites and
bacteria which may exist in clear water.
To secure perfectly pure safe drinking water
for the household it is necessary to boil the
water first and filter it afterward.
AN INEXPENSIVE PURIFIER.
Afterboilingten minutes the water should
be poured into a wooden or stone jar, cov
ered with a cloth and left an hour to cool
when it may be put into the filter. For a
filter, a new clean flower pot of unclazed
clay, filled monthly, or rather changed lor
one freshly charged, is better than most of
the patents in the market. First cut a disk
of cotton flannel to fit the bottom of the pot
inside, put on this a layer oi clean whits
Band an inch thick, then three inches of
charcoal in yerv coarse powder, three inches
of sand above this, and clean, washed gravel
over all, and yon have as good a filter for a
dollar as you can buy for ten,as far as work
ing goes. Tbe water must run through this
12 hours before tbe charcoal dust washes out
so that the fluid runs clear. The pot should
fit into the top of a long stone jar with fau
cet attached, and tbe ice be hung in it, tied
in a piece of cotton flannel for a primitive
mode of keeping tbe iceworms out and mak
ing the ice last longer.
The only trouble with water so prepared is
that it tastes .flat from want of air, which
Dr. Currier proposes to supply by a clean
bellows kept for the purpose, but it is mora
conveniently done by pouring water from
one pitcher to another several times as foam
ing drinks are mixed. Or one of the patent
egg and cake beaters could be used in the
water for a few minutes, and the most dis
criminating palate could hardly fail to ap
prove water so refined.
COLD WATER IS HEALTHY.
Last comes the question of cooling the
water, a 'matter which has its economical
side, and, Irom personal experience, I am
very willing to impart the method of check
mating ice monopolies. It should be dis
tinctly understood that the idea tbat ice
water is injurious is a mistaken notion, im
ported witn other English fads, like the
docking of horses' manes and tails, drawling
the vowels and the "stony British stare."
Spinsters with chronic indigestion, stout
womep with fheir interiors in a state of con
stant inflammation, men whose stomachs are
inflamed with regular whiskyor winedrink
ing, and people getting over the grip, with
internals weak, fevered and irritable to an
incredible degree rightly find ice water in
jurious, as cold well water would be poured
over a patient in a high fever, or rather like
throwing cold water on a red hot boiler.
Cold water is intolerable to an inflamed eye,
which finds warm water soothine, and in
flamed stomachs rebel against sudden chill
ing draughts in the same way. but nobody
feels that cold water is unsafe for healthy
eyes or healthy throats.
Who ever thought of refusing to drink of
pure mountain streams flowing from melt
ing snows? Not even the imallible Britons,
who set down the drinking of "iced water"
as a trait of American depravities. A race
of brandy drinkers would always find ice
water dangercuslo tbe raw membrane with
which they are lined from brain to base.
THE ICE MUST BE PURE.
Bnt ice, like water, needs to be clean be
fore it is fit lor drinking, and a glance at the
sediment in the ice pitchers is enough to
raise grave doubts of the source of the ice
supply. Made ieefrom filtered water would
be an ideal cooling substance. But machine
or no machine, the honest citizen maybe in
dependent of ice dealers by simple expedi
ents. He can take a leaf irom the experi
ence and practice of three-fourths of the
globe, who cool their drinks in the natural
way by evaporation in a current of air.
A housekeeper, not wishing to be both
ered with the care ol ice and icebox in ad
dition to her other work, kept water and
food cool all one hot summer by this method.
She bought large porous flowerpots, soaked
them over night in water till tbe clay was
saturated, set her jars of butter and other
food in pans of water on a broad shelf out
side the kitchen window and covered each
with an inverted flowerpot, throwing a wet
flannel over the whole. In the shaded
window, with the breeze playing on the
covers, constantly wet from the water in the
pans, the food kept in as good or better con
dition than it did ou ice. For ice cream she
had whips and mousses of jelly beaten up
with raw egg and lemon, which I advise
anybody to try before they sneer at the idea.
Blanc mange or custard for ice cream,
beatenup with fruit or without and chilled,
vies with ice creams to any discriminating
taste, and mashed fruit beaten with gelatine
and sugar, chilled just to the freezing point,
has a fullness of flavor which is lost in
freezing outright. Try this before you scoff
and you will hardly eo back to the Blavery
of stirring the freezer for ice creams or the
tame flavors of confectioners' ices.
GOOD NATURE AND DRINK.
The picturesque method or keeping water
once boiled filtered and aerated is in the
Portuguese or Moorish water cooler of bnrnt
clay, in graceful flask or cruse, with slen
der neck clasped by vine tendrils and leaf
age, swung from blue or crimson cords ia
the window current. The water soaks the
clay, the breeze chills it and the draught of
snch wise is a velvety decoction, surpassing
raw water as Lachryma Christi excels last
year's claret. It soothes the iaitated mem
branes of throat and the internal organs. It
acts, in fact, medicinally, healing gastrlo
and Intestinal disorders, promoting sleep,
good humor and healthy action of the
nerves. More than half the ugliness of hu
man nature comes of internal bodily de
rangement and every healthy condition of
food, air or drink tends to blessing and
blissfulness, when we
Rejoice to see the curse remove
of poor, jaded, physical nature.
"Do you mean to say," asks some good
woman, aghast, "that there are people who
actually take all this fuss and trouble to
run off water and boil it and filter it, and
pour it hack and forth and cool it ior drink
ing?" Yes, madam, there are plenty of
them. The qnest'on of absolutely pure
water is of more serious import this summer
than usual, when countless numbers are
strnggling with the general disorder left by
last winter's scourge. SHIRLEY Dabs.
HAVE KNOTS AND GRAIN.
Points In Which a Diamond Resembtss a
Flrce of Wood.
In cutting a diamond, sometimes a knot is
discovered. These are little substances as
much harder than the diamond itself as you
can imagine. They are to the stone tbe
same as a knot in a pine board. When a
diamond with these characteristics is dis
covered it has the same effect on the polisher
that the striking of a nail has upon a car
penter when sawing a board. It takes
months and months to polish a knotty stone,
and I have known a year's work to be put in,
on one of them. Of course not of constant
labor, but to be picked up at odd times when
there was nothing else to do.
The polisher has also to guard against
chipping the stone, for it should be under
stood a diamond has a grain the same as a
piece of wood, and the least carelessness
miitht result iu knocking off a third of its
weight While disasters ot this kind are
not inlrequent, they are seldom the result of
inexperience or laxity on tbe part of the
workman. When a polisher takes a stone
one ot the first things he does is to find out
the direction of its grain, so as- not to cut
against it
DIAMONDS GOING DP.
The Demand Never o flood a. Now, Sara
a Boston Dealer.
"Diamonds are nearly a third dearer than
they were a year ago," says a Boston dealer
in the Herald, "and if the indications can
be relied upon, they are going still higher.
I have been in the trade for a good many
years and have handled three or four bushels
of the 'sparks,' but during all my experience
I have never known a time when diamonds
were in greater favorthan now. Il seems as
"everybody had a penehant forthem. Why,
I know a hundred young men in town whose
salaries are not above $15 week, who weir
stones averaging in cost all the way from ISO
to f 100. They bny them on the installment
plan."
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