WERE JOY TO COME. Were Joy to come, “Dear friend, And thou, I know, me.’ and say, so tenderly, I have a little hour for thee, hast long had need for The wholes of life would thrill in that brief spa The past Forgotten, though its cold, dead Might on a glamor from this later grace. And I should say, ‘““O Joy, slow I put my hand in thine, and whither go I know not, nor, rejoicing, care to know.” —Charlotte Elizabeth Wells, in Smart Set. thy feet were CHANGED IN AN HOUR. By HANNAH HOPPER. A picture! over a heap of time-stained letters ly- A woman half kneeling ing loose.-on the carpet. Her form slight and graceful. Her hair dark and waving and falling loosely to her waist. Her eyes raised beseechingly to heaven. The twilight gathering silently and stealthily about her. A single ray from the almost somber west stealing in the half-opened win- dow, and falling, not upon the kneel- ing form, but upon the confused heap of old letters. A moan, despairing and hopeless, came from the half-parted lips, and the picture was changed... The hands were. unclasped, and, drew, in a kind of shuddering yet tender way, the yel- low missives toward the beating heart —the head was bowed, until the face was buried among the letters, and then sob after sob shook the slender form. “And this is the end of all my hopes and beautiful dreamings,” she said. “I must bid farewell to all the tender- ness, the sentimentality, the fond, fond musings, the adoring love which for‘years made my life blessed. I thought that I had conquered the pain, the heartache, that I could drop these letters one by one upon the shining coals, and feel no pang, but I can- not.” She arose, lighted a candle, knelt again upon the carpet, and placed the candle by her side. One by one she took the cherished missives, and hold- ing them tremblingly in the blaze, saw them burn to a cinder. Over one she hesitated, and half quietly pressed it to her lips. “This is the first,” she said, which he mentioned love.” She drew it from the wrapper, and unfolded it. The first words she saw were, “Dear Jewel.” How beautiful those words had looked to her when she saw them the first time! Her heart thrilled with an inexpressible joy, and she had slept that night with the let- ter upon her bosom, and could hardly sleep for the happiness that was flood- ing her soul. The memory of that great joy came rushing back, as she held the letter in her trembling hand. Could she burn that which had made her once so very, very happy? “No,” she said, slowly, and slipping it back into its wrapper, she pressed it again to her lips, and then placed it careful- ly in her bosom. All of the others she saw consumed in the blaze of the candle. Then she arose, extinguished the light, knelt at the window and gazed mournfully into the “infinite meadows of heaven,” where the stars were blossoming one by one. “Life is so strange,” she mused, “and joys are so fleeting and so few. Once “in I knelt at this window without a sha- | dow of mar the perfect happiness of my heart. I could not think of grief then, I could not think that sorrow could ever come to me, everything seemed so fair, so beautiful, so true. I had a betrothal ring upon my finger as I have now, but how differently I looked upon that from what I do upon this. I remember how I kissed it, and blessed the giver, and asked Heaven to keep him from all pain and sorrow. That is gone from my finger now, and here is another. I try to be glad it is there; I know that he who placed it there is true and noble, and loves me well, and I have promised to be his wife. Was it ‘wrong? I told him of these letters. I did not promise to love him as I have loved, and he looked sad, but said he would be con- tent with less affection if I would only love him a little and be his wife. He said he would try to make me happy, ; and I know he will; ceed? Oh! other love, or if 'I could forget it, then he would be all the world to me, and I should be happy, but 1 a dutiful: wife, and trust to Heaven for the rest.” She draw a long sigh, dropped her head upon her clasped hands and of- fered a silent prayer, and then went in where her sister was playing some quaint old melody upon the piano. It was only a week before the day appointed for her wedding. In her early life she had loved Aubrey Mil- ton, and they had been for years be- trothed lovers, but at last he had gone away, and she heard no more from him, and grew tired of waiting and watching, and finally was told that he was false. Years went by, and she coulé not forget him. At last, when Hugh Gordon asked her to be his wife, she had told him all, and then, as he still desired her to be his own she promised, and in a week the mar- riage vows would be taken. The days passed quickly away and the twilight of the marriage even came stealing on. There were few guests, and all seemed very quiet, and even sad, as if they were somewhat influ- enced by the sadness of the bride. The words were said that made them man and wife, the congratulations were over, and the guests grew more gay, and laughed and chatted togetker merrily. Helen, now the wife of Hugh but can he suc- | if I had never known this | will be | Gordon, threw a shawl about her, and unseen, stepped out upon the broad piazza. The moon threw down a thou- sand beams from the eloudless sky, and the wind sighed and sobbed in the great pine tree near the door. She looked down the shady, quiet walk, and a desire arose in her heart to vis- it the old rustic seat at the foot of the garden where she had spent so many happy and innocent hours in the days forever flown. Noiselessly she glided beneath the great trees and soon came to the retired nook she sought, but the seat was-otcupied. She was about to turn and go back to the house, when the occupant, a slender man wearing a loose overcoat, sprang up and approached her. “Helen,” he said, in a deep, thrilling voice. “Helen, is it you?” She took a step toward him, and forgetting everything, only that her old love was near her, she cried eager- ly: “Oh, Aubrey, came you here?” In a moment her, 3 “I am here,” he cried, passionately, “to see you, Helen. My wife has been dead one year today, and I never loved her as I love you, and I come to ask you to be my wife.” She sprang away from him. “It is too late!” she exclaimed, “I was married not more than an hour ago to Hugh Gordon.” “But you do not love him,” he said, approaching her; “and you must be mine. “Fly with me, Helen, and we will live in perfect bliss. What care we for the world? Your husband and your friends need never hear from you—throw that shawl into the river, and they will think you are drowned.” She listened, and the tempter urged her to do as he desired. She trembled like an aspen leaf, but her pure heart could do no wrong, and she turned to flee from the man who was urging her to sin, but she was too weak; a mist was before her eyes, and she fainted in his arms. With the fleetness of wind he bore her through the garden walk and out into the highway, and, with the assist- ance of the driver, placed her within his carriage and, springing quickly to her side, the carriage rolled away. They had ridden but a short distance when Helen opened her eyes, and in an instant the truth flashed upon her. “Stop, Aubrey Milton,” she cried. “I would die rather than go with you. Take me back to my husband imme- diately.” He tried to draw her toward him, and told her how much he loved her, and that he could not give her up. She became angry and frightened. “Let me go,” she cried, “or I will scream for help!” He placed his hand across her mouth and held her firmly. She struggled to free herself, but there was no use, she could do nothing, and the carriage rolled on, bearing her further and fur- they away from ‘her amxious friends. “It is for your good and for mine that I do this,” he said; ‘you love me better than you love your husband, and will be happier with me. The rules of society are all wrong.” With a mighty effort she spramg from his grasp, screaming: “I hate you! Help! Help!” It was a terrible shriek, and the driver stopped his horses in affright. “Drive on,’ screamed Aubrey Mil- ton. “The lady I have here is insane. Drive to the railroad station imme- diately.” “Hold, there!” a voice from the out- side cried, and with a joyful heart Helen recognized it as the voice of her husband. In a moment the carriage door was forced open, and the frightened wife sprang into the arms of her husband, weeping for joy. Instantly, on find- ing they were discovered, Aubrey Mil- ton sprang from the door on the op- posite side of the carriage and fled. They would have pursued” him, but Helen said, as she clung to her hus- band: “He will not trouble us again, dear Hugh; let him escape.” The driver was ordered to turn about and drive them back to the house, and the anxious guests never greeted a happier or more loving bride. feelings were revolutionized. The old love died out of her heart and she ! Joved her husband better than she had Aubrey Milton, how his arms. were about | ever loved another. The letter which the week before she had saved, feeling that she could not destroy it, she consigned to the flames without a struggle or a pang, and life {| was more beautiful to her than ever | before. She soon learned that her old | lover was ipated and worthless, and undoubtedly sought her, hoping | to marry her and thereby gain p sion of her wealth. er She ne 1 lives er nop apl le husha him again, an tentedly with {| York Weekly. Boundless Love. “How much do you lover It was a thrilling moment for Bert- ram, but gazing long into the passion- ate eyes of the beautiful creature who spoke, he did not quail 1 love you so much,” he replied, “that in view of my own shortcom- ings, in view of the uncertainty of life, of my income which ought to be dou- ble but isr’t, of the increased cost of living, the price of eggs, meat and milk never having been higher, of the terrible dressmakers’ bills I read about in the papers-—indeed, ‘to make it short, of all the financial perils of modern life, I love you, darling, alto- gether too much to marry you.” Then it was that the proud beauty, unable to restrain herself, threw her- self bodily into his arms. “Darling,” ‘she murmured, “you have stood the test. I am yours.”— ; Puck. me?” Her | CRUISE IN CHOLERA SHIP |; ONE OF THE MISHAPS OF THE UNLUCKY BENNINGTON. Cholera Got Aboard of Her at Hono- lulu and for Three Months the Rest of the World Treated Her as a Leper —A Grim Exhibition by Sharks and a Big Drunk When Quaranifie Was Lifted. “The Bennington was never what you call a lucky ship,” said a man who used to be in the navy, “and the ex- plosion of her boilers was the climax of a rather checkered history. I made one cruise aboard of her, onthe Pa- cific: station, too, and that". cruise doesn’t stick in my mind. with: any pleasant recollections worth: mention- ing. “That was the cruise when she took the Asiatic cholera on board down at Honolulu, back in 1895. That was a inean business. Not that the ship was swept by the cholera, for she wasn’t. But the plugging around quarantine that she had to do—all hands in sight of land for three months, and not a chance to get ashore—was a job that I wouldn't go through again for quadruple sea pay. “Only one hand died of the disease, an apprentice; but the authorities of Hawaii and all the ships that drifted in and out of Honolulu .angd all the rest of the Hawaiian ports made a leper of us, all the same, on account of that one boy's death, and we all felt as if we might just as well be on the Kanaka lepers. “The cholera got on board the Ber: nington that time in a peculiar way. It all came about through the ship- ment of a cargo of Chinese coolies for the Hawaiian sugar plantations to Honolulu on the steamer Belgic. “On the way down to Honolulu cholera broke out among them, but the deaths were put down to pneu- monia and nothing was said about cholera. The coolies were landed at Honolulu and were all huddled in the Chinese quarter. “Through that quarter runs a creek. The Chinks washed their clothes in that creek, and it was the creek that carried the Asiatic plague on board the Bennington. The way it hap- pened was this: 1 “The ship was anchored: not far from the mouth of the creek. weather was pretty hot, and the men for’ard of the Bennington were per- mitted to swim after knock-off every evening. They went in one evening after the cholera had broken out in Honclulu, and that all hands swim picked up the cholera for us. “It was a boy named Goebel," from Georgetown, D. C., who swallowed the microbe, or maybe a bunch of mi- crobes, that flowed into the harbor very The water from the Chinese creek. That evening while he was on watch he began to grab at his middle. They found him with a ghastly look in his face and pretty nigh all gone, and carried him aft to the sick bay. He lived until about midnight, when he passed out, dead from as bad a case of the Asiatic thing as ever climbed the side of a ship. “It was mighty curious to watch the effect of that news upon the men for’- ard. It gave us a fine chance to mark a dead line of cleavage between the game, or, rather, the self-contained men, and the natural-born cowards. “When all hands were piped, the men who were there with what you might call the nerve turned out. same as usual, lashed and stowed . their hammocks, and turned to without any chaw among themselves or any cast .ing of glances aft.; The boy was dead, and of the Asiatic cholera. Well, what of it? “The cholera had a swell chance to sweep the ship and make her a char. nel. Sure, but what of that, too? “That was the way the decent, self- controlled men "of the crew, for'ard, viewed the matter, from their de- meanor. So they did their early stunts, and ate their breakfasts, and lit their pipes when the smoking lamp was -aglow, and smoked in silence. Talking wasn’t going to help anybody cr anything, and they knew it. “But the lily-livers of the crew for’ ard—and I am bound to say that there were few Americans among them— took it in another way. They turned out shaking and: muttering and ex- changing looks with each other, and blamed if some of them didn’t appear to be almost afraid to go as far aft ag the hammock nettings on the main de ck to stow their sleeping bags, they were in such an inward panic. { “Well, the skipper’ of the ship— Commander Pigman he was, and no better one ever ate in a one-handed mess—had the crew called to quar- bit ahead of time that morn- , and he made us a little talk. He Sani try to minimize the wicked of cholera, but he said that there any danger. He described the Y symptoms of cholera, and that if any of the men felt any nary said of those symptoms during the day they should immediately report aft to the sick bay and have the. surgeon lcok them over. Then he dismissed the men from quarters. “I give you my word that ride hadn’t been over five minutes before a lot of the cowards were feeling of their stomachs and edging aft toward the sick bay. There wasn’t any more the matter with them than there is with me at the present minute of talk-: fng, but their imaginations had thers funked. “And, right here, I want to put in a word about a thing that has been of- ten called a sailors’ superstittion— about the sharks hanging about a ship when there is death on board. “There are plenty of sharks in Hon- the Island of Molokai, where they Dt, | nor anywhere else. | there oiuiu harbor, and you can see their wicked fins shooting along almost any time you raise your eyes from the deck. But they don’t group themselves in schools in that harbor, and up to the time that our boy Goebel had cashed in never more than one or two at the outside had crept around the Bennington. “Now, I don't profess to explain it, and I am only stating a fact, but that morning, while young Goebel’s body was on board—he was carried ashore and buried about noon—the sharks around the Bennington literally swarm- ed. They hung around, quiet-like, as if waiting, and they didn’t go off until the body went ashore in the steam cutter. “I am .not one .of the old navy flat- feet, and I haven't got any supersti- tions in me worth speaking of. But what I am telling you is the strict fact. : “Well, after the boy’s body was put away in the Honolulu ground the Ben- nington was told to sheer off. ‘She was put under indefinite quarantine. “From then on we had to do slouch- ing around all sorts of Hawaiian ports, looking for a bit of comfort or cheer, and getting none anywhere. First, we dropped into the roads in front of Lahaina, on the Island of Maui. Being badly in need of some fresh provisions, the steam cutter was sent ashore one morning with the stewards with the idea of dickering ‘with the Lahainaites from a distance. ". “The steam cutter hadn’t got-within yelling distance of the ‘Lahaina land- ing place before a whole bunch of Kanakas, led by a few whites, were scen lined up there with, shotguns in their hands. Our ship was a blooming leper in their sight, you see, and they weren't going to let any steam cutter of ours gets within megaphoning dis- tance of the Lahaina dock. “We got no provisions at Lahaina, We lolled around for a long time, eating junk and cracker hash and pretty blue, and then we slunk up to the rough waters in front of Hanalei, on the Island of Lanai, where we Tolied and tossed for a space.: “After that we crawled: down to Hilo, the town on the main island of Hawaii, where, after watching us and inspecting us and feeling of us sus- piciously for a long time they finally said .that we were all right and could land. That was the end of the miser- able experience. “The crew for'ard got their longed- for beach liberty in watches, the star board watch first. Now, there isn’t any need to condone it, for it was only natural, seeing that the crew had been cooped up on board ship so long, but I want to go on record as saying that the shore liberty in Hilo of those two watches of the Bennington's crew that time constituted the most whop- ping bluejacket drunk that I’ve ever seen in any quarter of the world, and I've seen some powerful and amazing bluejacket drunks up and down the earth, in my time. “The Hilo authorities swore in slews and slathers of Kanaka deputies with the idea of curbing the situation, but the relaxed and joyous Bennington just chased those Kanakas -half- way to the top of the volcano of Mauna Loa, which is about 15,000 feet high, and up there they stayed till all hands of the Bennington crew were yanked off to the ship by the marine guard and the ship pulled back to Honolulu. “But it -was a bad piece of a cruise, and the Bennington was a mnatural- born sad one. At that, the little old booker deserved something better than to be tossed up by a set of punk boilers, and it kind o’ hurt to hear about her going that way.”—New York Sun. Strange Fires. Dust is a wonderful producer of fires. There have been instances in postoffices where the dust of the mail- bags suspended in the rear of a close room exploded with terrific force: Dust explosions are of frequent oc- currence in flour and drug mills. The origin of many fires in tailor. shops may be traced to the so-called dry cleaning of clothes. A rag dipped in naphtha is frequently used in remov- ing grease spots from garments. The rag soaked with inflammable fluid is thrown upon the fioor. When the shop is closed up and the air is confin- ed, the naphtha-soaked material will of itself generate fire. Bales of cot- ton placed in the hold of a ship are often the cause of disastrous fires. Frequently a spark from a cigar finds a resting place in a cotton bale, where it smoulders for weeks. The dark hall in tenement-houses is the indi- rect originator of fires. Greasy mat- ting or small heaps of paper lie ahout. A match not extinguished or a cigar- ette stub is thrown down and a blaze results—Fire and Water. ——— Stop Smoking to Enjoy It Better. An excellent plan for smokers is to abstain from time to time—that is, fast from all tobacco say for weeks or a mcath at:a time. This method enables the smoker to enjoy his smoke more when he goes back to it and is less harmful to his health. “It is a fine scheme,” said one man. “When I. stop for a month I am equipped with the keenest relish and liking for a good cigar at the end of that month. I am rested, re- freshed, recuperated—in pocket, too. Thus I show that I am master of my habit, and not mastered by it. I have been doing this way for a long time now, and I heartily recommend my plan to all smokers. I do not limit myself to any number of «cigars while in one of my smoking months, but sim- ply smoke at will, and then absolute- ly. quit until another month is Lancashire are very “teamster, pulling up. through.”—Baltimore American. RUFE’S OCCUPATION. Some folks don’t have no special gift, They hafter dig eround an’ shift, An’ dew the best they kin, an’ say, “I wish tew goodness ‘twan’t this way. But Rufus Jinkins, I recall, He wasn't built that way at all: He had a gift that's some renowned, The gift of settin’ round. ” He'd set an’ set an’ set an’ set. An’ when you'd ‘spose ‘at he might get Some tired of it. he'd set some more Upon a box in Perkins’ store: An’ es fer whittlin’, waal, I say He was a whittler, anyway. His shavin’s covered up the ground, While he was settin’ round. The drought might come his crops ter knock, But Rufus didn't feel the shock : His house might rot—it did, in fact— But still he did his settin’ act; A flood might come his barn ter claim, But Rufus whittled jest the same, An’ when his critters all was drowned He jest kept settin’ round. Ole Death gripped Rufe ferevermore— He found him settin’ in the store— An’ where he went course 1 don’t know ; It might be high, it might be low: But ef we foller—me an’ yew— I'd like ter bet a plunk or tew That Rufus 'ill at last be found Jest merely settin’ round. —San Francisco Call JUST FoR FUN Emerson—Aren’t you - mistaken, mamma, in regard to the location of my mind ?—Life. Mrs. Whittier Lowell—In disobeying me, Emerson, you were doing wrong, and I am punishing you to jrreess it upon your mind! The Artist—What effect do you think a war between Norway and. Sweden would have on the world at large? The Editor=—I'm afraid there would be a universal strike of linotype opera- tors and proofreaders.—Puck. Governess (looking over geography papers)—What’s this? “The people of stupid!” Where in the world did you get that idea from? Pupil—Out of the book. It says that Lancashire is remarkable for its dense population—Punch. Newitt—No; of course doesn’t keep house. He just has apart- ments at his club. Wrounds—He doesn’t know what life is. Why, half the fun of going to your club is lost unless you've got a home to stay away from.—Philadelphia Press. “Do you not love,” said the Cadav- erous Boarder, “to explore to Unknow- able? To wring from Chaos the secret of its Indwelling Entity?” “You just bet I do!” answered the stenograph- er, smiling sweetly. “Will you please pass the hash?’—Cleveland Leader. Miss Hiram Offen—Insert this adver- tisement for a girl, but, for goodness’ sake! don’t put “Help Wanted” over it. Clerk—No. Mrs. Hiram Offen—No, that implies that I expect to do most of the work myself. The last girl I got this way held me to that.—Phila- delphia Press. The man behind the white apron in- dignantly asserted himself. “I won’t be ordered around as if I was a slave,” he. exclaimed. “I'm as good as you. It’s no disgrace to be a waiter!” “Maybe not,” said the dyspeptic guest, “but it’s a disgrace to be such a waiter as you are.”—Chicago Tribune. Mr. Kornersloon—I've half a mind to start for Dawson City, Sarah. Here's a fellow went up there six months ago, and has just got home with $15,000 in his pocket. Mrs. Kornersloon—But that would never do for you, John. You can’t even get home Saturday nights with your little fifteen dollars. —Judge. “Why do you put that young man forward so prominently?’ asked the politician. ‘Do you think he is quali- fied to be a leader in public affairs?” “No,” answered Senator Sorghum. “Sometimes a man goes to the front Batcheller under the impression that he is a leader, when he is merely a cow- catcher, to keep the track clear and receive ‘the bumps.”—Washington Star. “Pardon me, sir,” ‘said the waiter to the diner who was about to leave, “but haven’t you forgotten something sir?” “Well, if I have you may Keep if for your honesty,” growled the man who belonged to the Anti-tippers’ club. “Thank you, sir,” answered the wait- er. “You left this pocketbook on your chair—slipped out of your pocket, I suppose. Again I thank you, sir.”— Chicago Daily News. *Twasn’t His Name. An officious individual, who probabl Dp y. had in mind the ordinance of Councils requiring all vending carts and wag- ons to bear the owner's name and license number, seemed to be greatly concerned recently on beholding a vehicle on South Penn Square which bore only a few undecipherable hieroglyphies where the name should have been. Approaching the driver, he pointed to the faded lettering and remarked: “My good fellow, do you know that your name is obliterated” “Whoa! What's that?” queried ‘the “I said ‘your name is. obliterated.” “You're away off,” retorted the driver; “my name is O’Brien. Git ep!”—Philadelphia Re- cord. ' Italy's Queen a Poet. A German firm is preparing to issue a volume of poems written by Queen Helen of Italy. This book will make its appearance in the near future. The poems are said to reveal the fact that the Queen possesses the highest poetic talent. One poem entitled “War” has a direct bearing upon the present conflict in the Far East. The verses were written in the Queen’s na- tive tongue (Montenegrin) and have been. translated into German.—~Chicago Journal. LIGHTING LORE ACETYLENE EXCELS AS AN MINANT. ILLU. Gas For Lighting Formerly Confined to Cities and Large Towns, Now in Gen- eral Use in the Country. The satisfactory lighting of suburban and country homes requires that the means used shall be convenient, safe, economical and furnish a brilliant, pen- etrating, effulgent light. BEverybody admits that these are not the characteristics of the candle or kerosene lamp, which, formerly, were the only feasible means of producing light for domestic use in the rural dis- tricts. For generations there was a crying need, a yearning for something better, which was not satisfied. A few years ago deliverance came in the shape of the chemical compound, Calcium Car- bide, from which, by the simple appli- cation of water, the gas Acetylene is derived. Acetylene meets all the re- quirements fully and admirably and is being generally used. Common lime and carbon in the form of coke or coal are the raw materials which, fused in an intensely heated furnace, make Calcium Carbide, and there is no difficulty in obtaining it in any part of the country. The machine into which the Calcium Carbide is fed and from which the Acetylene is distributed through the building to be lighted, is but little larg- er than a thirty-gallon milk can, and of the same general form. It is easily, and cheaply installed, either in the cel- lar or in an outbuilding. The light from burning Acetylene is exquisite, and lighting experts agree that it surpasses all other known illu- minants. It does not taint the air nor strain the eyes, and is not objection- able in any respect. Every up-to-date rural residence should be equipped with Acetylene light. China Wants National Anthem. China is anxious to have a national anthem, being much impressed by the fact that Japan has provided herself with one. The Viceroy of Chill pro- vince, in which Peking is situated, has commissioned Prefect Lo Yingkeng, who has composed some pieces of music on lines combining foreign and Chinese characteristics, to see about the matter. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children tecthing,softens thegums, reduces inflamma- tion,allays pain,cures wind colic,25¢. a bottle Madrid still has the mediaeval night watchmen. ldo not bulieve Piso’s Cure fot Consump= ticnhasanequal tor coughs and ecolds.--JorN F¥.Boyer, Trinity Springs, Ind., Feb. 15, 1900, The whole coast of the Gulf of California abounds in pearls. A Story of Ole Bull. Few tales are told, indeed, which are finer than that of the encounter, in earlier years, with this king’s fath- er, the old Bernadotte himself. The king had referred to the Norwegians as “my Poles,” at which Ole Bull, drawing himself up, inquired, “When has a Norwegian shown himself dis- loyal to the king?” Then, without waiting for an answer, he announced that he must at once take leave. Upon this, the king turned to him with an imperious, “I command you to stay!” But the violinist shrugged his shoulders and ‘replied: “Then I will see, sire, whether a Norwegian remains free in-the palace of the King of Sweden!” At this, as Ole Bull would tell, when recounting the scene, there came into the face of the monarch the mest winning smile he had ever seen on a human counten- ance, and, putting out his hand im- pulsively, Bernadotte exclaimed: “Nay; I beg you to remain. A prince should hear the opinions of all his people.” And the talk which then resulted was the basis of deep confi- dence on both sides —Cenfthry. How Sap Rises. The problem of the ascent of sap in trees, an English botanist points out is yo et unsolved. It appears that in the highest trees the total pressure would be nearly 100 atmospheres, and as we cannot suppose that leaves can exert so intense osmotic suction the only thecry at all probable ig that the living cells exert some sort of pumping action in the wood. GET POWER, The Supply Comes From Food. If we get power from food, why not strive to get all the power we can. That is only possible by use of skilfual- ly selected food that exactly fits the requirements of the body. Poor fuel makes a poor fire and a poor fire is not a good steam producer. “From not knowing how to select the right food to fit my needs I suf- fered grievously for a long time from stomach troubles,” writes a lady from a little town in Missouri. “It seemed as if I would never be able to find out the sort of food that was best for me. Hardly anything that I could eat would stay on my stomach. Every atte: mpt gave me heart-burn and filled my stomach with gas. I got thinner and thinner until I literally became a living skeleton, ang in time was compelled to keep to my bed. “A few months ago I was persuaded to try Grape-Nuts food, and it had such good effect from the very beginning that I'have kept up its use ever since. 1 was surprised at the ease with which I digested it. It proved to be just what I needed. All my unpleasant symptoms, the heart-burn, the inflated feeling which gave me so much pain disappeared. My weight gradually increased from 98 to 116 Ibs., my figure rounded out, my strength came back, and I am now able te do my house- work and enjoy it.: The Grape-Nuts food did it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich, A ten days’ trial will show any one some facts about food. *“There’s a reason,” ETL y & Roun; three-si in betw are at come i the sm: single } each of ‘Washin As ta ible ki been in lapse w used tc to be b drinkin: cases Oo enough, stand a A cas er, and by a ct ones, oO and sli would Shoe slipper of har ciennes broider cases t every c V Most how to what “ ly—we en—ha mind tc among daily ir sleep i proper But it to have ing. 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