1
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—
THE HARVEST YE SOW,
{There in the gardens they complain
It is too late to sow again—
The grief of laborings misplaced,
Of barren hours and seedtime’s waste.
0 blind in age and rash in youth,
Who have not ‘learnt this ecqmmon truth:
In earth or spirit, that alone :
Is* harvested which hath been sown.
—Pall Mall Gazette.
“Why is it that all clergymen get
themselves up to look such frights?”
The words were a defiant whisper,
breathed into the ear of an elderly
maiden lady, between one of the
pauses in a ‘‘Faust’” fantasia, and
then carried to the ears of a tall, thin
clergyman, who immediately flushed
and looked away.
**Hilda!l’’*
The tone was one of reproof. It
came in a good second with the big
drum!
Miss Lely and her niece were
spending a few early summer weeks
at Bournemouth in pursuit of peace
and pleasure. A curious looking
parson had wandered in front of the
band-stand in search of a vacant
chair. He had a long, thin face, wore
an Inverness coat of ancient date and
carried a- small, black leather bag.
Yet he was young, and should have
taken some interest in his personal
appearance.
“He has evebrows like—Ilike the
pause marks in music!” the girl mur-
mured, in defense of her sweeping
criticism.
Somehow the younger
felt she had a right to a grievance
just at this time. Her family had
lately been bent on coercing her into
marriage with a clergyman who, ac-
cording to all accounts, seemed to
have the virtues of all the ages with-
out any of the vices.
Hilda had never seen him. It was
some family ‘‘arrangement’’ which
the family, exclusive of Hilda, hoped
would ‘‘come off” some day. The
Rev. Ronald Martyn’s father and old
Mr. Lely had always been friends.
The Martyns emigrated shortly after-
ward to Australia, while the Lelys
stayed in the old country. Ronald
was due in England on a long visit
to some distant relatives, and the
meeting fraught with so much im-
portance was to take place soon.
“I shall not go out again,” Miss
Lely said, when chey reached their
lodgings. “If you want to go and
hear more of the band this evening,
Hilda, I will ask Mrs. Hunt to let
her Mary take you.”
Hilda’s eyes sparkled.
“I am never tired of listening to
that band!’ she said. ‘““And I'd love
to go, aunty!”
And she wert. Alas, yet another
elergyman caugnt her eye. It was
an old and decrepit one this time,
who seemed to be enjoying the music
s0 much that he went to sleep with
a rapt expression on his face and not
a thought about falling off the end of
the seat. A tall, fair-haired man op-
posite, with limbs like Hercules and
the face of an Adonis, strode across
the grass and propped him up just in
time.
A day or two later the scene was
recalled to her. She and her aunt
were crossing Old Christchurch road
when a motor car whizzed round a
corner without warning. The elder
Miss Lely gasped; the younger
pushed her with all her might out of
the way of the advancing monster,
and was in turn thrust out of danger
by a mighty hand. There was a
whizzing sensation in her ears; for
one awful moment the street ran
round, and the ground rose up be-
fore her and refused to stop—then
she found herself clutching a lamp-
post, while some one muttered in her
ear:
“By
shave!”
“She looked up hastily. The hero
of & few nights before was stdnding
over her with an anxious expression
on his €man-shaven face and in his
deep blue eyes,
“Aunt Ellen! Where is Aunt
Ellen?” she asked, a little wildly.
Her rescuer noMded in a sympa-
thetic munner. ‘She is all right, if
you mean the old lady in the black
bonnet and spectacles,” he said. “I
expect she is home by now. They
took her in a cab.”
“A cab! Was she hurt, tten?”
The tall man laughed. ‘Not hurt
at all,” he answered. “Only very
much frightened. And I promised to
bring you on immediately. But, of
course, as you know, you fainted and
I couldn’t. If you are sufficiently re-
vived I will call a cab.”
Hilda laid her hand on his gray
tweed coat sleeve. .She had already
decided in her own mind that the
Rev. Ronald should wear dark gray
tweed, when she suddenly remem-
bered that he was a clergyman.
“Don’t call a cab for me, please,”
she said, imploringly. “I can walk
quite well. It will do me much more
good than driving.”
““All right. Then I will walk with
You,” h® answered, cheerfully.
“Didn’t I see you at the band con-
cert.in the winter gardens the other
evening?’ he asked.
Hilda nodded and smiled.
“You saved an old clergyman
from . tumbling off his chair!” she
«said, amusedly. “I saw you. Why
is'it clergymen are such a stupid set
of men all round?”
Miss Lely
Jove! That was a close
i
‘sheep consumed are, imported.
He gave a slight start.
“So—er—stupid—clergymen?’’ he
repeated dubiously, as if he had not
heard aright.
Hilda thought him quite dense.
“Yes,” she explained, merrily. “I'm
afraid I dislike clergymen. It’s very
wrong of me, I know, because >
She paused and a brilliant flush
suffused her cheeks as she suddenly
became interested in the sea.
‘“‘Because?’”’ he repeated, patiently
awaiting her answer.
‘“‘Because—oh! I'm supposed to be
going to—oh! I don’t quite know
why,” she said, incoherently. ‘‘You
see—well, I daresay you will laugh at
me—Dbut I've always been brought
up to expect that some day I must
marry a clergyman! It is very stupid.
Most probably if dad had wanted me
to marry an actor I should have felt
a distinctly rebellious desire for the
‘cloth.’ But as it is 5
“Human nature rebels, eh?” he
suggested, with a laugh. “And the
balance is in favor of the actor?”
“I don’t know any actor, really,”
she responded, naively. “So I am
afraid there is no balance!”
‘“‘And it's all dead weight against
the poor parson,” he murmured, tak-
ing a side glance at her.
Hilda shrugged her shoulders.
“Poor!” she echoed. ‘‘Do you like
clergymen?”
“I never thought I didn’t,” he said,
slowly. ‘In fact, I used to 2
“But you don’t?” she began, mer-
rily. .
‘‘No—since I knew you,” he said,
boldly, “I’ve altered my opinion!”
“In such a short time ”’ began
Hilda.
It was fortunate that at that mo-
ment Mrs. Hunt, who had been on the
lookout for them, opened the door,
for Hilda had an uncomfortable feel«
ing that things were going too far.
Miss Lely worshiped at St. Peter’s
and duly carried Hilda off to that
church the following Sunday. The
tall figure of the hero slipped into a
pew just opposite and fixed his blue
eves nearly all the service through
just below Hilda’s pretty chiffon hat. :
The elder Miss Lely prayed for the
speedy return of the prospective
bridegroom, and Hilda decided that
certain tall figures looked equally
well in gray tweed or black.
That Sunday was to live long in
the memories of both ladies. The
elder Miss Lely actually sat down and
volunteered to wait for the young
people if they cared to walk a little
farther before returning to the house.
Hilda glanced at her companion and
met his gaze with rash courage. Soon
he was speaking fast and passion-
ately.
“Don’t think me mad—and don’t
say I am presumptuous. But are you
really engaged to that clergyman you
talked of the other day? Answer
me truthfully, please, because it
makes all the difference in the world
to me.’
He turned his handsome face to-
ward her, and his eyes were lit with
an eager, passionate fire that Hilda
found disconcerting, albeit delight-
ful.
#1 She stopped. They sat
down, while she told him the whole
story. He laughed as he heard it.
‘“And you intend to marry this man
—this clergyman—whether you like
him or no?” he asked at the finish.
Hilda looked down toward the sea.
She had completely forgotten the
waiting Aunt Ellen on the esplanade.
“I must see him first,” she said,
simply.
“But you have seen him!”
She smiled softly.
“Not since I can remember any-
thing,”” she answered. ‘I couldn’t
have the heart to tell dad I refuse
before seeing him.”
‘““‘Suppbse he is ugly?”
“If I loved him, it wouldn't matter
how ugly he was!’ the girl said in
her soft voice.
The hero jumped up suddenly, and
knelt on the gravel path, seizing both
her hands.
‘“‘Hilda, darling,” he cried, tri-
umphantly, “I am Ronald Martyn!
Only you didn’t know it, of course.
Don’t you think you could pass over
the fact that I am a stupid clergy-
man?”
“You aren’t ugly,” whispered
Hilda, as if that settled matters.—
Modern Society.
>
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Stuttering.
Of the etiology of stuttering “we
know nothing definite. Direct inher-
itance in race, and possibly imitation
is the chief factor when father and
son are affected. There is usually a
well-marked neurotic inheritance,
others in the family having various
forms of nervous complaints. But I
have not been able to confirm Char-
cot’'s statement that stuttering and
ordinary facial paralysis frequently
ur in the same family. Shocks,
ost frequently : attributed
Imitation is undoubtedly
to start the habit
ge of a stuttering
end of mine who
when put in ch
nurse-maid. A f
out of the
obstinate
was hardly to be ke
stables acquired a mos
stutter from the groom,
vegetations are often
are important as a predispesing ca
since they tend to prevent the prope
filling of the chest with air. When
present they should be removed as a
preliminary measure, although it
must not be expected that their re-
moval will lead to a prompt cessation
of the stutter.—Lancet.
In France land and grass are usu-
ally too valuable to be given over to
sheep grazing, hence most of the
Al-
pplies over a million a year.
5
By NATH'L
In the world’s dictionary the farm-
er is defined as a plain tiller of soil,
and the agriculturist or planter as
one who has lifted the farm on to
the plane of business.
The term ‘‘farmer,” however, cov-
ers that vast company of workers,
who, by the planting of the seed,
raise any kind of a harvest, or who
breed and raise cattle and other
stock.
The planter of the South and the
agriculturist of the West are both
farmers, but, by right of courtesy,
are described by other titles, because
they carry farming into business, or
rather apply methods of business to
planting and harvesting.
The railroad may cease running,
and things will continue to live. The
stock-board may board up its doors,
and the world will continue to move
as it has been moving for centuries,
subject only to transient financial
cloudiness. Most businesses may go
out of business, and the professional-
ist may no longer continue to prac-
tise, yet people will continue to live
and propagate. But where there is
no longer any farmer, there will be
no longer any people, for the world
will have starved to death:
The farm, with what the farm
stands for, is the essential factor of
human maintenancé.
The farm, then, is an indispensa-
ble necessity, without which the na-
tions would never have begun their
existence. :
The wealth of the world is dot in
its business, is not even in its miner-
al resources, but consists in the cul-
tivation of the earth’s surface—in
the farm.
The farmer is the original pro-
ducer of that which makes life pos-
sible, and without which no life can
be maintained.
The fundamental corner-stone of
all physical progress was originally
placed upon the farm, and there it
will remain so long as we have physi-
cal natures and require material
food.
Farming is our industry, the in-
dustry preservative of all industries.
Notwithstanding the existence of
hundreds of abandoned farms, and
the constant exodus from the farm
to the city, the farm, in its numerical
and financial strength, is to-day the
greatest power in the whole civilized
world.
The farmer is not recognized as
he should be, because he seeks neith-
er notoriety nor prominence, but
quietly does his work, allowing
others to play at society and to re-
ceive its shallow reward.
Here, however, has been made a
grievous mistake. The farmer, like
the lawyer, should be proud of his
profession, sufficiently appreciative
of it to contribute to it the full meas-
ure of his self-respect. Because he
does not do so, he has lost both the
social and business prominence
which really belongs to his calling.
To be in love with our work does
not fully suffice. It is necessary to
have the love for the work so appear
before men that they may honor us,
and, by respecting us, be more will-
ing to become of us or to help us.
Some farms do not pay, partly be-
cause some farms cannot be made to
pay. The barren farm is a worthless
piece of property. The sooner it is
abandoned the better.
Probably not more than one-half
of our fertile farms pay as well as
they would pay if the right effort
was made to make them pay. It is
but a common remark that a great
majority of farms are unprofitable
because of the indifference on the
part of the owners.
Altogether too many farmers, in-
stead of working their farms, allow
their farms to work them. The situ-
ation, or rather the farm, is their
master, instead of their being master
of the situation.
The principles of business, the
laws of progressive economy, aré not
applied to the farm as they are to
other trades or businesses; conse-
quently, the farmer is not always
financially well-to-do; and usually,
through no fault of the farm, but
because he does not exact what he
should from it.
The tendency to-day is unmistak-
ably away from the farm. The farm-
er’'s boy, partly because he wants a
change, but largely because the great
unknown shines with a light appar-
efitly brighter than all the lights he
has ever seen, desires to leave the
farm and to earn his living under
entirely different conditions, away
from Nature as he had experienced
it, where he may lead a life dia-
metrically different from that of his
childhood.
But the farmer’s boy is not alto-
gether to blame for leaving - the
farm. The fault, in more than half
the cases, is due to the farmer him-
self and to the way the farm {is con-
ducted. The boy brought up upon
the farm which is not properly cul-
tivated, and where most of the work
is drudgery, or is made to be drudg-
lery, where intellectual growth is
stunted, naturally, in the ignorance
of his youth, assumes that all farms
ure like the farm of his childhood,
and wat the opportunities of life
must b¥ elsewhere. Therefore, he
eravitatds to the city, not so much
because Re loves the city, but be-
cause he ¥eels that that which he
knows noth |'8 about, although he
may think HW does, is better than
that which he (YR 0W about from
actual boyhood’ expe NgCHCe-
~The farmer, rather tN De arm,
fs driving the boy to the £ity, and
the bov is going to the cit simply
THE AGRICULTURIST.
FOWLER, JR.
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because in a negative way he has
been forced cityward.
If the average farmer works hard-
er than does the business man, it is
not always because he has to, but
generally because he thinks he must.-
I do not deny that there is much
drudgery in farm labor—there is.
So there is in almost any other call-
ing or. work. But the excess of
drudgery is often the fault of the
drudge, not of the work itself.
So far as the long farm hours are
concerned, they are no longer than
those required of the majority of
men in business for themselves and
of members of all professions. The
farmer has as much time on his
hands, and generally more, than
does the city business man or pro-
fessional man. It may seem to him
that he works longer, but he does
not. As a matter of fact, the chances
are that he works fewer hours than
does his city neighbor.
Lack of success in farming, unless
the farm be unmistakably barren,
generally comes from lack of intelli-
gent application. Altogether too
many farmers imagine that success
is wholly due to hard and laborious
labor. Labor is necessary to any
successful result, but the labor in
which the mind acts the part of part-
ner is the kind which pays and which
does not wear men out. As hard as
farming is, and as small as is the
compensation it usually brings, it
gives the farmer more than is re-
ceived by the average city dweller—
more, even, of actual dollars and
cents.
The average city clerk, at the end
of the year, has less money, and less
ready money, than has the farmer;
and the chances are that the city man
has worked harder, although he may
have enjoyed stated holidays and -va-
cations.
Although the average city busi-
ness may may take in more money
than the farmer can possibly gain
under the most favorable circum-
stances, he pays a greater penalty
for what he obtains, and in the ma-
jority of cases is worse off than is
the farmer.
If the farmer treated his work as
he should, and applied to it the in-
telligence that is given to other
trades, he would reduce the drudg-
ery to a minimum, and ready money
would not be a stranger to him.
Nearly all farmers make a living.
Comparatively few, of course, grow
rich from the proceeds of the farm;
but more than half of the farmers,
whether located on the rocky hills
of Maine or on the rapidly produc-
ing Western soil, not only make ex-
penses, but are able to save some-
thing every year.
The farmer is seldom found in the
poorhouse.
From farmers’ children have
sprung the majority of our great
men, both of business and of the
professions.
Many a man, who does not know
anything about it, and therefore
speaks with positiveness, claims that
the farmer’s life narrower than
most others, and that the farmer has
little opportunity to better civiliza-
tion. As a matter of fact, the farm-
er, unless he is located miles from
the heart of progress, has a better
opportunity to learn what he should
know than has the artificially-living
cityite, whose broadness consists not
so much in the good things, but to
an alarming extent in the bad things,
of life.
The city clerk or city business
man, working in a block and housed
in a flat, does not have one-half as
much opportunity to progress, in the
truest sense of the word, as does the
farmer on a fairly fertile farm,
working as his own master on his
own property,
The farmer, above all other men,
is independent. His vocation is the
only self-supporting business on
earth.
The successful farmer is a man of
education, although he may not have
been book-taught. He is well
equipped, so far as general knowl-
edge is concerned, and, further, he is
a man of business.
With the modern periodicals, and
the distribution of every class of
reading matter, the farmer has much
opportunity for mental development.
There always will be some poor
and half-starved men among farm-
ers, but this class is far less promi-
nent upon the farm than in the
marts of business; and there are
ten times more impecunious city
workers than there are farmers in
actual want. But right here let it
be said that even the poorest farm-
ers are better off than are the aver-
age strugglers of the great city.—
From “Starting in Life,” published
by Little, Brown & Co., Boston, Mass.
is
Poet of Mushrobms.
Corneille is known as the poet of
many things, but it has required the
finding of a hitherto unknown MS.
at the Bibliotheque Nationale to re-
veal him as the poet of cooked mush-
rooms, which he apostrophizes as
‘““glorious in their end if their origins
are obscure.” He compares ‘its
white body and stem’ to a parasol,
relates its ‘‘life,”” its ‘struggle with
the sun,” suggests its relish with
cream or mutton ragout, and declares
its savory excellence as compared
with asparagus, truffles or artichokes.
The verse is not exactly that of the
“Cid” or of ‘‘Pelyeucte,” but it is
Corneille.—London Globe.
Europe's beet sugar crop for 1906-
7 is estimated at 6,473,000 metric
tons,
| service of God,
SABBITH SCHOOL LESSON
INTERNATIONAL, LE LESSON COM-
MENTS FOR JANUARY 20 BY
THE REV. I. W. HENDERSON,
Subject: Man's Rin and God's Proms
ise, Gen. 3:1-6, 18-15—Golden
Text, 1 Cor. 15:22 — Memory
Verse, 15.
This lesson, which is termed Man's
Sin and God’s Promise, might better
be termed ‘‘the result of disobe-
dience.”” When God put Adam and
Eve into the Garden of Eden to dress
it and to keep it, the Lord God com-
manded the man, saving, “Of every
tree of the Garden thou mayst freely
eat; but of the tree of the knowledge
of good and evif thou shalt not eat
of it; for in the day that thou eatest
thou shalt surely die.” God gave
this command unto the man and the
woman because He desired to teach
them the lesson of obedience. If
the story in Genesis tells us anything
it clearly tells us that. The man
and the woman being gifted with the
power of free moral choice were to
be tested as to their fitness in this
demand of God that thev obey Him
in this one thing. Strictly speaking
the Genesis story tells us that the
man alone was definitely commanded
of God to obey. But in God’s plan
it is preposterous for us to assume
that the woman was not as conscious
of the divine decree as was the man.
It is noticeable that God gave to the
man and woman in the Garden of
Eden absolute freedom save in one
particular. Their test of fitness lay
in their ability to obev one simple
solitary command. The results of
that disobedience we have read. The
age long consequences of this first
disobedience and of centuries of sin
we know.
Wherever man
obey
God there trouble comes. So long
as Adam and Eve obeved the will of
God so long were they happy. And in
like fashion in our day and genera-
tion joy only is to be found in the
in the keeping of His
eternal commandments. in the doing
of His divine will. Sin is disobe-
dience. Adam and Eve were sinners
because they willed to disobey their
God. - Disobedience brings for us as
it brought to them inevitable, inexor-
able, vicious ccnsequences. If we
are to enjoy life to its fullest we
must as individuals and as a society
obey God. And if we shall decide by
the exercise of our own free wills to
disobey the voice of God as He
speaks to us in our soul's life we
must expect logically, consequen-
tially and inescapeably to endure suf-
fering and sorrow. That is the law
of life.
But thanks be to God we have the
promise that however great may
have been our disobedience true re-
pentance will meet with divine favor
and human sins will be nullified by
the grace of God in Christ. Listen-
ing to His gospel, accepting His reve-
lation of the redeeming and sanctify-
ing love of Gud, taking Him as our
guide and our Saviour, we may enter
into eternal happiness and become
the possessors of eternal life.
The following special notes may
prove of some value:
Vs. 1. ‘“‘Serpent.’”” represents sin
and evil external temptation. With-
out much of an imaginative stretch
we might consider it the symbolism
of inner self will. ‘“Yea—said,” a
subtle implication that the command
was nonsensical. “Any,” but God
hadn't made such a prohibition. He
had commanded abstinence from but
one.
Vs. 2. “Fruit—eat,”” the woman
with a greater fidelity to the truth
corrects the erroneous statement of
the serpent.
‘Vs. 3. ‘Touch,’ but with a lax-
ity of expression that was possibly
born of not the best of motives, she
herself makes an addition to the di-
vine command. God didn’t tell them
not to touch it,
Vs. 7-12 inc. are skipped in the
lesson, but they ought to be under-
stood. Especially is it wise to call
attention to verse 8. The man and
the woman in their sin ‘‘heard the
sound (R. V.) of the Lord Gecd
walking in the garden.”” They didn’t
have to see Him to know the depth
of their disobedience. They had
merely to hear Him in order to be-
come frightened. The lesson is ob-
vious. In ‘passing the man’s un-
manly excuses are worth noticing.
Vs. 13. God passes over the man’s
excuses and addresses the woman
for an explanation.
Vs. 14. “Belly,” it would seem
that at some time the serpent moyed
upright, as anciently he was some-
times represented. ‘‘Dust,” the ser-
pent was supposed to eat dust.
Vs. 15. “‘Bruise,”” better ‘‘crush.”
Of course we all understand that the
heel is the part of a man’s body a
snake can reach quickest. And we
are also aware that our first instinct
is to crush a snake with the heel.
But aside from other meanings it
seems as though there is a deeper
meaning in this verse. We are told
by reliable commentators that ‘this
verse is regarded as the first an-
nouncement of the gospel of redemp-
tion. The seed of the woman is
Christ, who crushes the serpent’s
head, i. e., destroys the power of sin
and Satan, although He Himself suf-
fers in so doing. There is nothing
to indicate that such ideas were in
the mind of the writer, but the con-
test between mankind and the ser-
pent naturally became the symbol of
the conflict between good and evil, ia
which Eood triumphed in the person
of Christ, but conquered through
suffering. Moreover, ancient readers
of this story knew parallel narra-
tives, in. which the.-serpeng, was an
evil god and hi§ antagonist a divine
redeemer, and would naturally find
a similar meaning here.”
is commanded to
Inconsistency.
We should live and pray for the
same thing. We pray against the
world, but live in it. Wepray against
pride and ambition, but nurture
them all the day long; against appe-
tite, but pamper it; against tempta<
tion; but brave it. This is, in fact
an insult vwpon God, and acting as if
we thought we could impose upon
Him.—Ram's Horn.
Chiefest of Sins.
The one sin which excited the
wrath of Jesus more than any other
was the sin of hypocrisy.
and disobevs the demands of
TEA | BOWMAN.
IW FORTIZEIAT HOURS
PE-AU-H CURED HIM.
Cold Affected Head and Throat
—Attack Was Severe.
1st Lieut. and Adjt.
Tols., writes from Lan-
Chas. W. Bow: man,
4th M. S. M. Cav.
ham, Md., as follows:
hough somewhat averse to patent
medicines, and still more averse to be-
coming a professional affidavit man, it
seems only a plain duty in the present in-
stance to add my experience to the col-
umns already written concerning the cura-
tive powers of Peruna.
“Ihave been particularly benefited
by its use for coldsin the head and
threat, I have been able to fully cure
myself of a most severe attack in
forty-eight hours by its use according
todirections. ITuseit as a preventive
whenever threatened with an attack.
“Members of my family also use it for
like ailments. We are recommending it to
our friends.”
—Chas.
Ask Your Druggist for Free Peruna
Almanac for 1907.
W. Bowman.
A RACE OF GIANTS
Americans of Future Will Be Stronger
Physically and Mentally.
According to Dr. W. J. McGee of
St. Louis the American of the future
will be a taller man, stronger. more
intellectual, more humanitarian and
will live longer than the American of
today. Dr. McGee read a paper
entitled, “The American of To-mor-
row,” before the anthropological sec-
tion of the American Association for
the Advancement of Science.”
‘“At the present time,” said Dr.
McGee, in support of his contention,
“every babe born lives on an average
of 39 years. Half a century ago the
average life was 27 years, and 100
vears back .the span of life was 24 to
25 years, thus showing that the lon-
gevity is increasing.” :
In the opinion of Dr. McGee, John
D. Rockefeller is typical of the
American of tomorrow. He describ-
ed Mr. Rockefeller as “the incarna-
tion of concentrated effort,” and de-
clared that from an anthropological
point of view he undoubtedly repre-
sented the coming American. He con-
sidered Mr. Rockefeller's great
wealth as only incidental and said
whatever line of business Mr. Rocke-
feler had chosen he would have taken
first rank.
Women Who Will Gamble.
The most difficult gambling to keep
in check both in Singapore and Pen-
ang is gambling among Straits-born
women of all classes from the highest
downward. Frequent complaints are
received from husbands whose wives
have lost heavily, and it is known that
there are five lotteries operating more
or less daily in Singapore which arg
almost exclusively supported by
nonias.”” Education may possibly do
something to stop this vice among the
Straits-born ladies, but it must. be
confessed that its effect in that di-
rection on their husbands and brothers
is but small.—South China Post.
Substitute for Copper.
Aluminum for transmission of elec:
tricity is being used as a substitute
for copper in some instances, par-
ticutarly in California and northern
New York, but its general substitution
for copper is not anticipated by pro-
minent copper mining people.
A Paris paper devoted to scientific
subjects announces the discovery of
a practical method of shielding watch-
es and clocks from all mognetic ing
fluences. It is said to be the wor
of a watchmaker named Leroy.
COSTLY PRESSURE
Heart and Nerves Fail o
A resident of a grea
State puts the case regajg
lants with a comprehej
that is admirable. He
“I am b6 years old
considerable experiend
lants They are all alik8
on reserved energy at ruinous inter-
x As the whip stimulates but does
10t strengthen the horse, so do stim-
ulants act upon the human system.
Heeling this way, I gave up coffee
and all other stimulants and began
ihe use of Postum Food coffee some
onths ago. The beneficial results
ave been apparent from the first
The rheumatism that I'used to suc]
{from has left me, I sleep soun
my nerves are steadier and my brain
clearer. And I bear testimony also
tp the food value of-Postum-—some=
thing that is lacking in coffee.” Name
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,
\ 2 a.reason. Read “The
le,”’ the quaint litte