I Ifl's Magnum Opus. Hi LULU JOHNSON j | I'oiml' \lel- pulled the «le >M 111 paper from ft • ly p•« i tier eiiri i.ik» ami add ed It to the pll* In the « ire be«lW pniri * nail reread thci.i « th n glow of pride, for he hnetl th.it nl ln«t lie had written n Mori of iasli and blood In stead of the mildly Innncnoti* romance* that luiJ added t» hi* lank account, bnl not to hi* fame Ever since that night m\ month* be fore. when he had come back to hi* darkened home to find the note on the dresser of his room notifying him thai Acne* had gone nwn.v with the man lie had considered hi* best friend, he I i! I ///i'l £ iwfcj* :-! OMf 13 • \ ifojl j- ... - 'j"** - -*•'s (fit eci AT LAST ONf.T THE BUCEmt) HUKETS REMAINED. hail worked with feverish energy upon the novel. He had taken little Elsie and had crossed the continent with her that she should be far removed from all who might allude to her mother. As they sat in the car, the child lost in wonder at the constantly shifting scene, he had planned the story, and once he had made his new home he had set to work. All the bitterness of his heart he had written into the book. It was the plain tale of his own experience, told with the simple directness of one who feels deeply, except that into the last chapter he had written an ending such as he wished that she might suffer. Almost gloatingly he drew the picture of remorse and shame that followed the desertion, and uo\V reading it over he shuddered at the evil picture his own fierce desire had conjured up. For years he had sought a theme that should lend him to his great ac complishment. Agnes, too, had sought to help him, but their lines had fallen in the pleasant places, and he wrote things that were salable, but not great. Then she had left him for Tredgar, a man who had done things, and his In spiration had come, lie knew that he bail done well, that this book would bring him fame and opportunity, and he smiled as lie gathered the sheets to gether and prepared them for mailing, lie had kept in touch with his east ern connections, and Blauvelt, the pub lisher, had asked for the first reading. He was bent over the desk writing the address when there came the pat ter of bare feet across the uncarpeted floor, and he looked up from his work. "What is it, daughter?" he asked as he took the little nightgowned figure in his lap. "I was lonesome," explained Elsie. "You didn't come to kiss me good night like yott saitf you would, daddy. 1 waited and waited and waited. Then I just had to come. Is you most done, daddy?" "All done, dear," he said, with an af fectionate pat on the package at his elbow. "I was so interested that I even forgot my little Elsie." "And It's going to make you a great big man?" she demanded. "It's going to make you famous and happy, dad dy?" "Famous and happy," he repeated. "It's my great work, dear." "I'm so glad," she whispered con tentedly. patting the pale cheek, wast ed to thinness by his sorrow and ab sorption in his work. "Some day when I get a big girl, n great big girl. I'll nrnl J»;ll all the other irirls tlml iny iiniiuy wrote tnat great HOOK, anu they'll all be mad because their papas can't write books like my papa can." Poindexter shivered and drew the little form closer to him. Not once in ail these months had ho thought of that result. lie had worked steadily with one purpose—of holding tills wo man who had been his wife up to shame. lie had given no thought to the child. Not once had he realized that there would come a day when she would read with understanding the story of her mother's disgrace, lie had let her think that Agnes was dead. Simple statement suflieed the childish mind, but t lie day would come when perhaps tin' curtain might be drawn aside. Some old friend from the east might seek him out and unwit tingly betray his secret to the girl, and she would read with horror the story of her mother's f:i!l painted in words of bitterness su i as only wounded pride and dead li ve eun conjure. She would see her mother's soul in all its nakedness, and his would be the hand that had thrown aside the garments of time and charity. "Are you sleepy, daddy?" Toindexter roused himself. "Not a bit," he declared, "What makes you think that, daughter?" "You are so still," she explained, "and you don't talk." "Daddv'f |g little tired," he explaln f ""S' lyou a good night story?' ""*■ Idrled her head enntentAi«- |i|e ... ! :ft fi-Ttfle Inn. ,t, ami lit. n i rte hi* rich voice rectlnl > elfd t ■ "<* of ifintil* nnd fnlrle* nt'd . or -lie hid him f«r her *erj on* ami tin* confetti *\Hh the *H««flflee A* lie * Hen red iite rlltnnk hi* vole* irre\t Mift, and «li nt ln*l the end runte he <* sited for the ifiinl applnitse of "That wn* |ovo|> dnddi " ln«loiid •oft lip* brushed hi* cli ek and th* tired child - rink off to slee;». Tenderb In two ■ her to Iter tied and luck' I he 1 in a* (jcutlv a* a woman tlilsht hate done Itevoretlth he pres* ed hi* ll| * ncaln*t the rosv month and tiptoed from the rmun The library "teemed cold nnd eheer les* when he returned The child's visit had hut emphasised hi* lonoll lie**, nnd he *nt blankly at the tnble on which lay the package with Its ml dre** bill half completed. lie swung hi* chair about that he might not see it; but. though he had turned hi* back upon It, the script still danced In-fore his mental vision, lie could still see the uncompleted tall of the "y" he hail been writing when Elsie hail come in and the Ink blotch In the corner where the pen had rolled against it. A dozen times he half turned to complete the address, nnd as often there came to his mem ory the words of bis dnnchter. Some day she would read the book with a clear vision, and perhaps she woul I understand. There Is always sono one to disillusion with awkward speech. Perhaps she might never know how to life the story was. Then ag'ilu s. •>-!> chance remark might bear In upon her the truth. Acmes by b«r notion had forfeited nil righ' to bis fortienrance. but there was -ti 1 hi duty toward his child. It seemed like murder to destroy this masterpiece, and yet He went over every Incident of his life since his marriage. She had mar ried him. ambitions for his future, and he, utterly content, had been hap py In his moderate success save for those moments when her urirings spur red his ambition. One purpose in writ ing this very book was to show her. when it was too late, that lie could ac complish those successes for which she hail long d: that he could write as bril liantly us the man for whom she had left him. The east glowed with the first Mush of the dawn when nt last he rose from the chair and threw aside the curtains to let in the morning light and the fresh air. Slowly he crossed the room to the empty fireplace and laid the package in the grate. A tiny tongue of flame crept along the wrapper, biting deeper as it grew. At last only the blackened sheets remained, and he turned away. "For Elsie's sake," he whispered and added, with a sitni, "and for Agnes' too. God pity lier." nis magnum opus wa? found not in accomplish ment, but in renunciation. THE WEASEL His Ferocity Unbounded and His Courage Invincible. The weasel is the most bloodthirsty of ail our native carnivors. His feroc ity is unbounded, his courage invinci ble. lie is one of the few British wild animals from whom man lias to fear attack. If you meet a group of weasels you ill do well »i>t to interfere with them, lor those who have done so have occasionally suffered for their temer ity, .llis dwarfish size rather accentu ates than diminishes the detestation in which he is held, for there is some thing uncanny in the idea of so much relentlcssness and cruelty being com pressed inio so small a frame. The rabbit, who will light a fierce and bitter battle with one of his own kind, is paralyzed with fear at the mere sight of this puny foe, wiioin lie could probably pulverize could be brace his heart to the attempt. Squeal ing with fear, he hops stupidly about until the little vampire springs upon his neck and buries his l'angs in an artery. Then the victim either sinks to the ground and submits to his fate or, slid denly acquiring the use of his muscles, be speeds aimlessly along, the weasel clinging to liis neck till his work is done. There are few more pitiful sounds in nature than the panic strick en cry of a rabbit when he tinds that he is lielug stalked by a weasel.—Lon don Answers. Avisry cn an Ucian Lu:c.. To have : i. aviary In the home is the latcs fad oi' the leaders of fiisli ion. says :! • New York Press. Those women who are especially fond of canaries n.ny be pleased to know that 3.00(» of these pretty birds have lately been shipped to the I'uited States from England. A special apartment has been built for them close to the engine room on ouo of the big liners, and they are under the ss. Sober planted a lot of young trees along a mountain side sev eral years ago as an experiment. Many thousands of trees are bearing chest nuts this year, and he expects to gath er a crop of 2.000 bushels. One Comfort. They were weeping for the head of the house, whose automobile had gone over the bank. "Anyway," said the widow, drying her tears for the moment, "his death was in the height of fashion."—St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Her Little Pleasures. Husband—l wish you would stop this everlasting picking flaws In your neigh bors. Wife —%'hat's Just like you! You never want ran to have the least pleas tire!— Liverpool Mercury. v>he Miracle 0/ | flic Pelargonium. ! : . mIN A WHO,HI H'iNMIN ll 1 I>lti il. s ".. tn M M.l iinnlHhiini tj IIWWOOWWOIHHMI HWIHI TtXi il \\ « .1. ill tin lit"l !'• k'i 'l* • little c«*lem bred Muriel. with |»'liir«i>nl llin* nt her s|e.n|ei and I* n ttHlirn writer We had wmwti'ful throiiah MM- Inner grove. where the inmt 1111eliiiH'imri h* are the llbiitt, Clonernl Khenimn. Jtimt«>, »li«> fi«tera hihl other* We liml fevcliil nl the contrast* lietween tree* !!'»• feel high nmt tin* 'Tonln cup* nnij other n•*«•! «prin»r flower* ni*tll:iß nl their fw»t Then wo linat trUL*h tln* gate* Into the oilier forest it ml were *ltlitig ■ t the river * edge ill the end of the "THIS MIKACLE OF THE PKLAROONIt M!" swinging bridge. The rest of the par ty stayed away. We were to have this little good by hour apart. "The Giant is ii."> feet in circum ference, 300 high and is esti mated to lie 3,000 years old," chanted Muriel in the words of the guide. "Or was it 5,000 V Three thousand or o.OOO? Oh, dear! Must 1 always refer to ray notebook? Can 1 tell nothing with out always referring to my notebook?" she demanded wildly. I took the notebook from her. "Your lips were not made for facts, dry as dust. They were made for"— 1 liad intended to say for poetry and .romance. I truly liad: hut. chancing to look at those lips, so red, so daintily curved, so wondrouslv alluring, 1 said "kisses," and I proved my assertion. No man could have helped it. Of course she was very angry. 1 suppose I would not have had her oth erwise, but she did not spring to her feet and run from me. "I will not apologize, for you know 1 want you so, Muriel," I pleaded. She regarded me scornfully. "As I have told you before, I will not mate with a dreamer. Why do you not go into the world and do some mighty work? Everybody"— "•Everybody works but father?'" 1 interrupted politely. Even with my heart sore I could nev er help laughing at Muriel and her tine talk of workers little dainty wisp of n creature, born to be worshiped and oared for, but taking so serious a view of life! "Would you have me a hodcarrier.'" I asked. "As it is. I dream, and my dream makes a book, and the book brings some dollars, and the dollars make several things possible If I were a hodcarrier it would mean sim ply dollars, though perhaps fewer of them. So the result is approximately the same, and you have no idea bow much pleasanter It Is to dream than to carry bricks." "Yon are a trifler." she declared. "You ought to write a book which will make the world better." "I am quite sure iny books never hurt anybody's morals <»• manners." I in sisted gently. "Only a negative virtue," she re sponded. "The man 1 marry must be positive. lie must look" She hesitated, gazing down at her T.mlv Washburn«. tlpwoiy. whii-li s'.u l nan taken ipuii ner nett. "llow 7" I asked, with some Interest. "I don't deny that I should be will ing that lie should look like you." slici admitted, a fine color coming into her cheeks "If only you would do some thing in make the world better!" My mood had changed. I would plead no longer with this child. My mind went to the packet of letters I counted as among my treasures. They had come from different parts of the country after my lirst book had been launched. According to these, my mis sion was not a failure—my book, though a simple one, had made better at least a part of the world, but 1 would not tell Muriel this.l would not try to influence her In the least. I arose and held out my hand. In the distance the train was whistling. "One thing remember, dear child," I said gravely, "and that Is that love blazes its own paths and cuts Its own channels. If it IK? written that you are for me you will marry me in good time. I.ove brooks no interference in his realm." Her cheeks stormed into color as I helped her to her feet. "I>o you see this I.ady Washington?" she demanded, holding the pelargoni um before me. "See, 1 lay it in the hollow of this little big tree. There Is dirt in the hollow, and the pelargonl rtin may grow. Coming again, I may dnd that It has taken root. So may I - • DM ,t* ,* Aft («-. •Ihtc i»* IN I VHftfl WeWt l»«c|i Ih I tie i it) with her »-i || t ii'c« of phMi i.lfiropi. and | Milr ( l |ri m< *t«i t" (Iron IN :ml lIM In «r)|i-, but I f"1Wl Ilia! divmnlnit had btxwh In Hp n wearj tn«V when the IrmlcmM «nn of ttwfn nil tva* a forbidden •ww*. tor I hart faith In Ini "Hit braio Ntnnnl of liiif'i Niiirlj iii. ii li.nl t ■•»»»• IvlniT I \ Ihit«-tI f!n I' I tin jrt»*r* ni'iilii I went Nlniii 1 .ml I « iiy in llii' rlii'r %»In ■ ■ I liml ii id gondii)- to mi <1 ii-niii ni ili mi" \ fiirlnim utorm had wrough! mitnr havnr Ihpir, T« n or three nf ilii- li'»-rr had fallen nnil ilf • winging l«rl«1ir»- hml lioi'ii Iwlnlrd nml broken and llirow i ill mil DM* IIIIIIK. Willie tin- swollen rlvor raged angrily In 11. At Iwnt I turned n«n) from my sail reiro~|H-.llon M> eyes caught n glimpse nf blue In iii** illstmifp. ntiil somehow I thought of Muriel's dress in It looked on Hint other ilny w lion ihr had nut lieen kind. Hut Just then I win joined lij tin* itniih', ivho *m i|iilli' n friend of mini' III* hml discov ered n new plant nml was naturally quite enthusiastic over Ii mi I went Into iho Inner to view the ill* coven After I hml left lllm I still hail n linlf hour before train 1 lino, mi I Weill limit to the broken bridge. Again were my eye* caught by the glimpse of blue, ami I saw that n wo mail was kneeling liefore one of the little bis trees. " 'Each to her onk the bashful dryads shrink,*" I niunnureil. "If oaks eonlil have dryads, why not redwoods?" 1 asked myself. Hut when she turneil her head nml looked ill uie I started to wurd her. "Muriel:" I ■ rleil. yet still half ne llcviiig that II wan a iciiutlful vision. lint sin- sprang to her feet, lier white face going pink ami her tear wet eyes holding a sweetness 1 had never seen there liefore. She pointed toward the hollow of the tree. "Look, Vrmand, the miracle of the pelargonium!" There, in ; • little sifting of dirt, grew the Lady Washington, not very stuv'dll.v. but still It had rooted and was alive. Iler words came back to me: "'1 might !"-i ve this flower here and, coming again, liml thai it had taken root. So might 1 iH'i-oine your wife. The one is as possible as the other!*" I held out my arms. She hesitated, and her color deepened. "Don't think me bold. Armand. I didn't come seeking yon. My mother Is not well, and I eame with her. I came"— "You came liccnuae the love god sent you. sweetheart." I finished for her "Now. come the rest of the way to the arms which may never let you go again." Shy in her love, pulsing with life, glowing with happiness, she came to me. My dream ratne true. "The east and the west are met to gether." 1 said. "Now I think 1 oan write the book which will make the world better." "Iton't ln'jriii it just yet." she whis pered. with her soft cheek against mine. "Let the world wait till you have loved me awhile." TYBURN TREE. Lord Ferrers' Tragic Journey to the Famous Old Gallows. I'ark lane was Tyburn lane, and it seems as if the gallows—described in an old document as movable—at one time stood at its east corner. It was there the ferocious I.ord Ferrers was hung in 1700 for murdering his serv ant. Horace Wu! pole's words paint the picture well: "lie shamed heroes, lie bore the solemnity of a pompous and tedious procession of above twe hours from the Tower to Tyburn with as much tranquillity as if he were only going to his own burial, not to his owr execution." And when one of the dragoons of the procession was thrown from iiis hor Lord Ferrers expressed much concern and said, "1 hope there will lie no death today but mine." On went the procession, with a mob S&out it snilielent to make its progress slow and laborious. Small wonder that the age of Thackeray, Willi Thack eray's help, set up its scaffolds within four high walls. Asking for drink, I.ord Ferrers was refused, for, said the sheriff, late regulations enjoined 111 ill not to let prisoners drink while pass ing from the place of imprisonment to that of oM'i'uiion. great indecencies having been eouimitteil by the drunk enness of the criminals in the hour ol execution. "And though," said he. "my lord. I might think myself excusable In overlooking this order out of regard to your lordship's rank, yet there is an other reason, which, I am sure, will weigh with you your lordship is sen sible of the greatness of the crowd; wo must draw up at some tavern: the confluence would lie so great that it would delay the expedition which your lordship seems so much to de sire." Rut decency so often paraded by those who outrage it—ended with the murderer's death. "The execution it's fought for the rope, and the one who lost it cried -the greatest tragedy, to his thinking, of tho day!"— London Sketch. Cut 0.7 With a Shilling. "Here," ai I a lawyer, taking down a calf bound book, "hi the will from which originated the famous phrase, 'Cut oft' with a shilling." "It is the will of Stephen Godfrey. He died in Lambeth in lTOti. Now, I'll read you the paragraph in Godfrey's will that gave the world the phrase. A nasty paragraph il is too: " 'Whereas, it was my misfortune to be made very uneasy by Elizabeth God frey, my wife, for many years, from our marriage, by her turbulent beha vior, for she was not content with de spising my admonitions, but she con trived every method to make me un happy; she was so perverse in her na ture that she would not lie reclaimed, but seemed only to be born to be a plague to me. The strength of Samson, the knowledge of Homer, the prudence of Augustus, the cuuning of I'yrrhus, the patience of Job, the subtlety of Hannibal and the watchfulness of Ilomogenes could not have been suffi cient to subdue her, for no skill or force in the world could make her good, and as we have lived separate and apart from each other eight years, and she having perverted her son to leave and totally abandon me—there fore I give her one shilling only.'" 112" _ 1.1U1.-1 Locating Mrs. Poricr. ... Hi « Aft Wit MAMS 'i 11l • M in "l»o yon liiiHM " inM porter, with iho Sir of n pelwho liiiiko* II geetil ill* emery. "I tlillik I ought to get mar Hod" I'or i moment |-:dn Klrtiy's heart Ptoptied ln'fttltiK, bill Porti* continued Itl lil« cum placid lone*: "You , I nm pro!t> comforliihly fixed now icnl It I* high time I looked nboiii in, | think I shall take n vnoii Hon nml no to I tie nioitntiilii- I ought to liml ionic olio up there who ■ hould mill nie w.-ll enough to lie Mr- I'nrter. And «o I won't be around again. I leave tomorrow night." lie rove lieavlh to bin feet, and Lda sprang to got bin hat, forcing to her bps Hie smile tlmt masked but poorly the quivering of hor month. For three vents she ban loved John Porter For nearly that length of time she had thought also that he loved her "Goodliy and good hick," she said as he passed through the door. "You will let me know when your quest has sue res led, won't jiiuV" "To be sure." lie agreed, "Take care of yourself and don't get sick." He patted the slender hand that still lay within his own and turneil to'the stairs Kda watched hint past the next landing and then stepped into the apartment thai had been her home ever sin- e she hnd been forced to be come a wage earner It was a tiny enough place, four small rooms opening off a hall the size of a s.iap box. Inn It was neat and homelike, and port' r loveil to spend 112 iii L i & I THEN i AMI: TBI: TJ 1.1501,' AM. his evenings there when other distrac tions did not oiler. He was always certain of iinding l'.ila home and as regularly in good humor, lie could not know at what cost she recruited at times her flagging energy that In might not see how hard the struggle was for her. Now* the cheery place seemed dark anil lonesome, and, with a sobbing cry, she threw herself upon the sofa and gave vent to the grief within her soul. John Porter had never been a demon strative man. but she had not dreamed that his calls were merely because he liked to spend a restful evening in her homelike apartment. Now lie had gone in search of a wife, and she should lead her life alone. Long ago the time for making new friends had passed. Somehow during the next two weeks she managed to keep up hr work while always the dull ache was in lier heart and the soft color faded from her cheeks and tlie slender hands be came .-Hire slender Porter had not written. *te never was much of a hand at letter writing, and she did not even know where lie had gone. Then came the telegram that seemed to wring her heart afresh. "Have discovered her." it rail. "Will lie home this evening and will call to tell you about it." So his quest had been successful. Eda signed the book and stood staring after the departing messenger, wonder ing what impulse had led her to tip the lad a quarter for bringing her bad news Womanlike, she seldom tipped, bat some impulse had led her to give the boy the money, and even in the first new access of her grief she had wondered at her liberality Late in the afternoon Kda roused herself to:■ ake the little flat presenta ble. It would probably be the last time that Porter would ever come. She could not ivooi*m calls, from nn eueai?- cd man. She wanted lilui to remetnoer tile place at its best. It was a very inviting room that Porter entered that evening. The Mor ris chair was drawn close to tin win dow, and his ash tray was beside it oa the taboret. The shaded lamp sent out a soft glow that did not suggest heat, as did the gas. and Eda In her daintiest gown sat by the other win ilow. Porter looked about him with pleasure. "This seems like home." he sighed, "only I want a bigger place, this is so tiny. It's different from a hotel room even at a hotel where you are sup posed to get the best. They can't make the rooms seem homelike." "Where did you go?" she asked. "All over." he replied, with a laugh. "Surely you did not expect to find your ideal on the porch of the first place you registered," she suggested. "What Is worth having is worth look ing for." "Hou't 1 know'/" he admitted. "The trouble is that you don'Uhave to look hard enough sometimes. Then you are apt not to see it. I went to Glenvllle tirst. They have the athletic girl there. There was a golf tournament on, and every girl was walking about with a lot of sticks. Some of them were for hitting the ball, and the rest they called men. though they were mostly pretty poor apologies." "The better chance for you," here •| ih.t.fc br- 'Hd ftlr.itli . "that | >.< Mild cnlslmro. fieri neWj of mim leer iIH 1 Hit.. |* m.l there bit ln|a of II em iilm.iil ii* tm.ni - i»eiii im, iKiioriiiß ln»r quint lon. "i bell' tin* mi tt'tlf there It wan nn»ll> h.life'.tick ildlim Ibe women i*on - rniln i more mtra.ilin, Imt I rti.ln I Ilk.- ilii'in, nml I hli .ml for the Beanh.it*>," "And there you found a ineriunld?" Iler .o|«i> win Unlit, bill »he grlp|ieil the nriii* of Iter chair nervoiialy. she n auie.l lo bear lb." «.>r*t al once Khr nani.il (.. g.-i n over iiilh I lien ahe .'oill.l cnuKratlilalo Mm, and lie would go iiu 111 nii.l leu ve her a lon*' "Mhe'a not a merimild." he "Somehow | never did I mer ma Ids The,\ nro rather i . compnn lon*, nnd. Ik'liik part Wall, tliey are apt to!*• col.l bl.Mwle.l erenlures I illd not Hn.l her ..II the shore I found lier up In 1111 own room one night." "lu your room? Not ii chnmtier inaldT" cried Kda lu horror I'orier laughed. There waa a Iwiylsh ring lo ilie laugh that she hail never heard In-fore. "She is m.t a chambermaid." he as sureil gravely. waa all alone. It was..no ..f those hot nights that come Into in tin- season. I could not sloop, so I lighted a cigar and sat by the win dow watching the sea." "Moonlight and solitude are danger ous," she reminded, "Not always," be demurred. "I got to thinking over all the girls I had seen. There wore girls till the way from sixteen to sixty girls to suit every taste but mine. Then I got to thinking of how cool and pleasant it must li' in those rooms of jours. Somehow you always manage to keep them cool and shady. Then 1 looked about the room 1 was silting in and 1 got homesick for this." "Or a home of your own like it," she corrected. "That's it," ho explained. "A home of my own like It instead of my bach elor apartments. Then all of n sudden I realized a great truth, and 1 found out what 1 wanted." He waited for her query, but Kda w as lo jking out across the green of the back yards, gler in Ing with a touch of silver in the moonlight. She did not turn her head as he rose and came to ward her chair. "1 realized that it mas you 1 had wanted all along." he said. "Xonu of them was like you, and so none suit ed. We had been friends for so long that I did not realize how 1 loved you until I got away from you ami missed you. "I'm only a .stupid, blundering man, Kda. lam more stupid oven than most men. I have no right to expect that after all these years you will forgive my donsoness, but don't you think that you can learn to love mo, dear?" "I knew that it was tight to give that boy the money." she murmured, i'orier puzzled at the words, but she drew his head down against her cheek, ami lu- NT." 11 % t P<- r9t PtrntjNa t.at.BW St »*» Won) I . .1 1.1 If MM ll|.-Or»- •I- t (HI IN-HIM 1,, mi 1,. I mil tha prim Ip i < that govfrti our tloti 'I |IP(* N «1i«. prim Ifttt* 111 |*ar- II ill ir «111. I, riutiii\ . ..mld.rod, V ivo« II« a ;.*o«w| ileitl of In ■» lit llf Inatam"® tinder < oiiH)ilrn In in) 1 Timer .if Rugiiah i:t\inol •l'V I : |||| fillllti «I||||»|. rn|.■« of «c --••fnfiinlli.ii. flu l<< I If. n* fid town: "When ill.- !• nmh .112 n «nr.| I* nug NI L 'l'll HI . MI: .TIL- vow.i I HP! t.» lie shortened Mi 111. ni'i . iilnnl *lre»» fnllllii.' 11111 Ml II " Sill I| ;lilKm.'Utalio9 111 illle t.i 11).' ffirni:lt I.»|i ..f m lifrlvatlv*. \ti oti«y example In seen In the ca«i of cniif. i.ri.ii.intiif.l with n long "o." for If «.• f..mi n derivative lij adding tln* Miili\ I." ill.. result i« ( .inlc, wiili n short "o." There IK H general principle that af fect* Ihi» ti In.lf language iiml wta up n si;iii.lniil lnil.li My wny of Illustra tion, compare Idlf nilli bilious, rrlmo with criminal. brake nml bracken, din* nnd dinner, tnltif nml mliifml, nml MIL col llf r nml perhaps nl least nrvoAl; inor.' A remarkable Instance is seen In <'oll)f. which Is moreli ii now pro nunciation ol coal.v. Certain dog* % were muv culled coaly dogs tio-aus* of thi'ir con I black markings An cs tonal.Hl of thf same prim iple may IM» mini.' iii comparing tho dissyllabic forms si• 111 and cogent with ilio allied trysyllnbles agitato ami cogitate. Whfn otKf siuli ii principle lias be come general It Is obvious that n word like pn itch lit will l«- Influenced by th« very largo numlifi' of disenables thai have the former vowel short, nml this Is why the truly normal pronunciation of the w or.l rosi-mbles the "a" In Fagot I do not certainly know the origin o that nnmo, hut 1 • -uppo • it is merely the diminutive of pau ■. in which th« "a" is shortened as a mailer of course simply 111 I ai. !• the din.unlive "et" has been added. The pronunciation primer has of ten been «ii cursed, ami many are they who think that they clinch the matter liy, saving thit the"i" In the Latin primus* Is long, for that proves noth ing at all as regards modern Kngllsh. ami liaise v. ho have studied our pe culiar ways wilh the closest attention are well aware that the normal way Is. after all. to pronounce it us if it were spelleo primmer. We do not therefore spcl! it with a double "m," lie cause that is nut our system. Wo write tonic nnd conic and mimic in order to show their connection with toue and cone and lV.ime, nnd we trust that the unfortunate reader, after he lias thus had the etymology explained to him, will provide the pronunciation for him self. Such a word as pageant may be usefully compared wilh magic and tropic and agitate. I.ondon Academy. STAGE FRIGHT. Actors Have Been Known to Die From the Malady. Perhaps the , terrible malady which can attack the actor in the. »ourse of his perl" ri :ncc in the pe ullar disease Km a as stage fright Through il • evil clVcets strong men and women have been known to faint, break down nnd do many other queei things, and there are ev. a on record several can s of people who have died through this horrible seizure. Some years ago a young novice wh# was to appear for the tirst time ar rived at the theater very white and shaky. Brandy.being given him, h«. appeared slightly better, bu' no goonei had he set his foot on t) stage than he clapped his hand to his heart, with a low cry. and fell down dead. The overwhelming sensation induced bj stage flight had attacked his heart, and his theatrical career ended thill even at its lieglnning. (Julie as ghlistlj was the case of thft young amaicur actress who, strangely enough, had never experienced stage fright when playing with her fellow, amateur- but who was seized with the attack on making her tirst professional appearand She went through tlie scene aided by the prompter, her eyet glazed, her hands rigid. and when the exit came it proved her exit from life's stage as well as the mimic boards, foi she staggered to her dressing room and fell into a comatose state, from which she never recovered. Perhaps, however, the most peculiai instance of all was that of the veteran performer * had gone through thirty years of stage work without experleno Ing tli! ninl.vly. one night, however, lie conliiled to a follow player that « ijulte unaccountable nervousness hinl_ suddenly taken hold of him and that lie did not think he could ever not again. ITis comrade laughed at the and urged hini togo on. as usual, bu his astonishment may well be conceiv 4 oil when the poor old player .vent on the stage and.after making several vain "tVorts to speak, fell back and ex pired. The doctor who made the post mortem examination stated that death was due lo failure of the heart's action, evidently Induced by the presence ol an attack of stage ftight.—t'earson'i Weekly. IBil III! A Reliable TO SHOP Tor all kind of Tin Roofing, Spouting and Csneral Job Work. Stoves, Heaters. Ranges, Furnaces. «to. PRICES TUB LOWEST! QUALITY TUB BEST! JOHN HIXSON SO. lit E. FRONT ST.