)
front under a box fold.
* holes pierce this and the buttons are
visible.
Beauty ‘‘Don’ts.”
Don’t dry our face in a hurry; a
quick, anyhow rub coarsens the skin
and injures its beauty.
Don’t eat your meals quickly; this
causes indigestion and a red nose.
Don’t worry; other people's trou-
bles are quite as bad as yours.
Don’t read till midnight; one hour
of sleep before twelve is worth five
afterward.
Don’t shut your bedroom window;
fresh air is necessary for health.
Don’t expect physics and tonics to
keep vou well if you neglect the laws
of health and hygiene.
- Don’t think you can sit day after
day over the fire when you ought to
go out for a brisk walk without your
complexion suffering.—Home Chat.
+S
The Privileges of Age.
I can remember when I was a
young woman how many of my
mother’s foibles fretted me, for I was
like the rest. I hadn’t reasoned it
out any more than most people do,
but I held the same immutable opin-
ions about the conduct of age. If
I had my life to live over again I
should know better. I should cher-
ish each of my mother’s restless days
because I would know that her very
restlessness and occasional discon-
tent were the signs that life was keen
within her, and that I myself had
made her restless, because as a too
zealous daughter I had in a measure,
together with time, taken from her
some of the occupation that still by
right belonged to her. I would let
her have her way on all the minor
points of dress and occupation. I
would know she had earned her right
to disregard the minor conventions,
having kept the greater ones all her
days.—‘ “An Elderly Woman,” in
Harper's Bazar.
Shirt Waists in 1907.
There is less variety than usual in
the shirt waist models for 1907.
Three or four leading makers are
showing practically the same design
—a waist having groups of the nar-
rowest tucks, running to collar and
shoulder seam, and closing down the
The button-
They are pearl, as a rule,
and not fancy shirt waist sets such
as have been seen for some seasons.
The materials used are heavy and
fine linen, percale, and fine lawns.
All the season's shirt waists open in
the front. The new note lies in the
frilled edges of the front box fasten-
ing. On each side of this there is a
close, fine, pleated ruching of self-
goods, extending not more than . an
inch. Some of the maxers are ad-
vancing designs for an adjustable
front of this kind to be worn over a
strictly plain shirt waist. Others are
making the box of fine dotted lawn
—say, red dots on white or blue
dots.—Harper’s Bazar,
»
The Girl Who Succeeds.
She has so much to do that she has
no time for morbid thoughts.
She never thinks for a moment
that she is not attractive, nor forgets
to look as charming as possible,
She is considerate of the happiness
of others, and it is reflected back to
her as a looking-glass.
She never permits herself to grow
old, for by cultivating all the graces
of heart, brain and body, age does
not come to her. :
She awakens cheerfully in the
morning and closes her eyes thank-
fully at night.
She believes that life has some se-
rious work to do, and that the seri=
ous work lies very close to the home-
ly, every-day duties, and that kind
words cost nothing.
She is always willing to give sug-
gestions that will help some less for-
tunate one over the bad places - in
life’s journey.
She is ever ready to talk about a
book, a picture or a play, rather than
to permit herself to indulge in idle
words about another.
She is her own sweet, unaffected,
womanly self; therein lies the secret
of her popularity, of her success.—
Woman's Life.
The New Neckwear.
All of the mew neckwear is soft.
Stocks are returning to favor and al-
80 ‘‘chokers’ of folded tulle, chiffon,
and fine lawn. An endless variety of
jabots is appearing in length from six
to sixteen inches. They are of all
lace, of lace and muslin, of all black
lace and chiffon or all white, and,
again, of black Chantilly and chiffon.
Even laces colored in soft browns or
blues to match a given costume are
combined with chiffon in these fancy
jabots. Lace barbs are also being
revived and are worn by women of
all ages to fill in the neck of smart
dittle jackets. Brooches are less
worn than in many seasons.
There are always varieties of lace
and stick pins, but the thin la Valli-
ere pendant chain, having a central
pendant or group of pendants, so
popular for decollette dress, is gen-
erally preferred as a neck finish with
handsome gowns. Beads, too, con-
tinue to be much worn, especially
those in graded sizes. The long
chain of beads known as the sautoir
' is used only with the fan or lorg-
nette.
® and young, and, in dull finished jet,
Graded beads are used by old |
by those in mourning.
Bazar.
— Harper's
GE
Curing a Critic.
The daughter of a certain states-
man has a husband who is disposed
to be critical. Most of his friends
are men of great wealth who live ex- !
tremely well, and association with |
them has made him somewhat hard
to please in the matter of cooking.
For some time the tendency has been |
growing on him. Scarcely a meal at
his home table passed without eriti- |
cism from him. !
“What is this meant for?” he |
would ask after tasting an entree!
his wife had wracked her brain to |
prepare.
“What on earth is this?” he would
say when dessert came on.
“Is this supposed to be salad?’ he
would inquire sarcastically when the
lettuce was served.
The wife stood it as long as she
could. One evening he came home
in a particularly captious mood. His
wife was dressed in her most becom-
ing gown and fairly bubbled over with
wit. They went in to dinner. The
soup tureen was brought in. Tied
to-one handle was a card, and on that
card the information in a big, round
hand:
‘This is soup.”
Roast beef followed with a placard
announcing:
“This is roast beef.”
The” potatoes were labeled. The
gravy dish was placarded. The olives
bore a card marked ¢‘Olives,” the
salad bowl carried a tag marked
“Salad,” and when the ice pudding
came in a card announcing ‘‘This is
ice pudding’ was with it.
The wife talked of a thousand dif-
ferent things all through the meal,
never once referring by word or look
to the labeled dishes. Neither then
nor thereafter did she say a word
about them, and never since that
evening has the captious husband
ventured to inquire the name of any-
thing set before him.—Tit-Bits,
Woman Who Played the Market.
It is interesting to know that one
character, that of Mrs. Collyer; in
“Sampson Rock, of-Wall Street,” was
directly inspired by the career of a
woman whose Wall Street experiences
were short and dramatic and full of
warning.
Lefevre's other characters, even
that of the great Sampson Rock him-
self, are necessarily composites, al-
though composites that display cer-
tain traits of some of the best known
of the great financiers. But Mrs.
Collyer has as a protype a widow
from Washington, who ‘‘played the
market” with verve and daring; al-
though, of course, Lefevre does not
make his character follow all the de-
tails of her career.
The woman came to New York
with just $11,000. She knew noth-
ing of Wall Street or of stocks when
she began. She entered the office of
a prominent broker, and said that
she wished to open an account.
“What references, please?” asked
the cashier, dryly—for in Wall Street
they look doubtfully upon women in-
vestors, for they seldom can be made
to understand how the stocks can go
the wrong way when they own them.
“References? This,” was the la-
conic reply, as she 1aid down $11,000.
Her good looks, her manner, her
readiness, created an instant and
strong impression in her favor, and
she soon became one of the most fav-
ored customers of the house.
She had an instinct for success.
In deal after deal she was on the
right side of the market.
Within five months her profits had
actually so mounted by ‘‘pyramiding”
that the firm’s books credited her
with over half a million dollars!
Lefevre used frequently to see her,
as a Wall Street newspaper man sees
so many people; he knew of her suc-
cess; he saw. that fortune and risk
did not excite her. She was just the
same unperturbéd, handsome, self-
possessed woman as before.
. She dealt with only one house.
She gradually, too, let almost all of
her : speculations go into one line.
“It’s good stock; why shouldn’t I?”
she would ask, when her broker re-
monstrated.
She was dealing entirely on ‘“‘mar-
gins,” but refused to see her danger,
“Realize on your holdings,” the
broker urged. But she would not
heed.
One day the storm burst. Her
stock fell swiftly and more swiftly.
For a time she held out; but soon, to
cover the ‘‘margins,” came demands
that her paper fortune could not
meet. Her huge profits, and of course
the principal with it, were swept
away. She was penniless.
Lefevre saw her after she knew she
had lost her all. She was walking
toward Broadway, just as handsome,
just as trim, just as brave, just ag
self-possessed as ever. An hour be:
fore, and she was worth more than
half a million. Now she was worth
not a dollar. But she had taken the
blow without flinching, and no one}
ever heard what afterwards became
of her.
New York City has added 33,400
families to its pepulation in the last
‘ing from the mouth of God.
three years.
Subject: The Faultless Christ.
Brooklyn, N. Y.—Preaching at the
Irving Square Presbyterian Church
on the theme ‘“The Faultless Christ,”
the Rev. Ira Wemmell Henderson,
pastor took as his text Luke 23:4, “I
find no fault in this Man.”” He said:
This honest answer of Pontius Pi-
late to the statements of the lying
multitude is the testimony of all men
who study, with insight and under-
standing, the career of Jesus Christ.
Put to any test and judged by whatso-
ever standard you-'may will, the Mas-
ter of ‘us all will be found without
flaw, fault or spot. Measured by any
rule you may suggest, Jesus meets
requirements to the full. Does your
ideal of manhood demand more than
mortal men reveal of virtue and of
worth, there the Savior stands to
supply your soul's desire. Do you
ask for weight of mind or depth of
thought, who can outmatch Jesus?
Do you seek for clarity of vision and
for spiritual force—there is none
like Him. For downright manliness
and for that hallowedness of heart
which marked Him as divine, none
can compare with the Son of God.
Each of us must declare Him fault-
less, all of us must admire and
should “imitate His perfectness of
life. Ppntius Pilate pronounced Jes-
us free of guilt after a limited dis-
cussion of Jesus’ regal claim. In
this day and hour millions of men,
after careful analysis and close scru-
tiny of His life and claims, glory in
His perfectness and hail Him Son of
God and saving Lord. Shall we not
do honor for a moment to this self-
declared Messiah, whom we have
crowned as King?
To the faultlessness which Pilate
ascribed to Him let us add the testi-
mony of St. John, who has preached
Him as the fulness of truth and
grace.
Faultless, the possessor and the re-
vealer of divine truth, powerful in
His wealth of grace, so was our Lord.
For His excellency in these three
winning virtues let us pay Him hom-
age now.
“Then said Pilate to the chief
priests and to the people, I find no
fault in this Man,” Faultlessness
is perfection. To be without fault
is to free from defect. As the Ital-
ians would phrase it, to be faultless
is to be lacking in nothing. Jesus
was a faultless mgn—only such
could have been the mouthpiece of
the convincing oracles which the
Savior brought from God. Faulti-
ness, which is but another name for
falseness, was apart from His na-
ture. Jesus made no pretensions.
He was just what He claimed to be.
Sincerity rang from His every word
and made eloquent His every deed.
Deceit and deception were not in His
line. Often the Lord sent His truth
home veiled with well chosen words.
But at no time did He use deceit to
gain His ends. True enough it is,
that plain statement of the truth
made Him so many enemies at times,
that it is a wonder that, now and
then, He did not pare the truth to.
save Himself friends. But no, the
Christ was not on earth to trim or
to cut the truth to suit those whom
it hardest hit. His mission was to
preach the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but.-the truth, as com-
The
Savior was no trimmer. Oftentimes
His words laid bare the soul secrets
of the men to whom He spoke. Now
and then, He cut them to the very
quick. But because their hearts were
hard was not His fault. His was the
blameless, faultless life and theirs
were the hearts that were dead in
sin and to shame. Without guile
and without guilt is the judgment of
our minds and hearts upon this man
in whom Pilate found no fault.
John tells us in the verse which
we just read that Jesus was full of
grace. Grace is graciousness, loveli-
ness. Coming to us as the dispenser
of the love of God freely bestowed
upon men in sin Jesus exemplifies in
His own life that gracious loveliness
which He preaches. Pure, gentle,
noble, upright, kind and true, Christ
is a joy to eye and soul alike. To
gaze into His face must have been
to walk with God to those who under-
stood. And those to-day within the
unhindered influence of the Master
may bear upon their own faces the
marks of inward loveliness of life.
The power of transforming grace
will change not only the spiritual
nature of a man, but also will re-
-mold and transfigure the very feat-
ures of his face. A countendnce that
is hard with sin will mellow into
gentleness and peace through the
yielding of the soul to the Savior.
That quiet charm of manner which
must have been our Lord's, and
which is the badge of Godly living
which many Christians bear, may be
the possession of each of us, do we
want it. You know the gracious
cast of countenance I mean. That
quiet, holy, saintly look which fills
the faces of many men and women
in whose hearts the spirit moves.
Who does not want it?
Grace is kindness. Maltbie Bab-
cock put it well when he said “kind-
ness is recognizing another's Kkin-
ship.” Jesus saw the same ances-
try in other men which made Him a
Son of God. Seeing the need of dy-
ing men, His kinsmen, our Lord
yearned to give them life forever-
more. Not His own convenience,
but their need, moved Christ to ac-
tion. Personal ambition crept into
His soul but once, only to be sacri-
ficed forthwith to human need. Sa-
tan offered power, but Jesus hun-
gered after souls. Satan preferred
money, the Savior chose men. Kind-
ness proved the inner grace of Christ.
And a Christly kindness exercised by
each of us will not only makes us
friends, but will also cause us to
grow in grace.
Grace is good-will. This is not to
imply that we arc merely to have a
hope that the man next to us may
gain success through the expenditure
of his own effort. Good-will that
counts for anything gets behind the
working brother and helps him
ahead. It is the spirit of assistance,
not so much the roar of applause,
that we want.. Gobd<will becomes
concrete and an aid most when it re- |
solves itself into: loving. helpfulness. |
A good round of applause may put
heart into the Christian who is work-
ing hard for Christ, but ready assis-
tance from the brethren who watch
so sympathetically the progress of
his toil will be most a benefit to the
harvester of souls. Love for men in
sin, and words of approval for those
who are breaking Satan’s shackles
from off their lives, are all well
enough so far as they go, but unless
the love and approval are expressed
in willing aid, they are not most of
use. God always felt and always
does feel for men, the Father ever
has a good word for those who are
leaving sin behind, but the gift of
Christ to point to us the way, and
the sending of the spirit ‘who shall
send us on ahead toward God, are
more necessary and grateful to our
hearts than all Jehavah's words of
praise. Approbation, applause and
approval are good; well wishings
and godspeeds are full of incentive to
any man; but that good-will which
assists and aids and helps to clear
the way to material success or to
God is the good-will which most
brings us cheer. Good-will is willing
helpfulness.
Faultless, truthful, graceful was
the Lord of our lives. And it is be-
cause He was without spot or blem-
ish or reproach; because He was the
incarnation of divine virtues; be-
cause He showed grace that is suf-
ficient unto our salvation, that we
crown Him King. Had the Christ
not been without blame; had He not
been the living expression of the
truth that He was; had He failed to
evidence a helping grace, our hearts
could never hail Him as divine.
The first appeal of Jesus to our
minds is His faultlessness in the dis-
semination of the truth of God; the
next appeal is the absolute consisten-
cy of His actions with His words.
The spiritual facts which Jesus
brought to men deserve and fasten
their attention. For depth in philos-
ophy, for insight into the furthest
reaches of human life; for clearness
of application of divine truth to the
needs of men; for explication and
unfolding of those words of wisdom
which point us to a fuller life in God,
the Master is incomparable. Many
of the teachings of Jesus were not
new in substance, many of His ut-
terances may be paralleled in the
writings of the Old Testament and
in the teachings of not a few philo-
sophic leaders of the world’s great
faiths. But Jesus magnified and
sanctified all the old material that
He touched, by the way He spirit-
ualized it and turned it up toward
God. Many of the more prominent of
Jesus’ thoughts were not new in sub-
stance to the men and women of His
time; most of them felt and admit-
ted the force of His message no
doubt, so far as they went with Him;
But the central facts are these: that
Jesus breathed new life and impart-
ed new meaning to their old beliefs;
and then lived entirely the life He
preached.
Jesus was faultless, full of grace
and truth. His faultlessness implied
no blame at all. His was the fulness
of grace; that is to say, He not only
brought men assurance of His power
to save, by word of mouth, but also
proved by deed His potency and ef-
ficiency. Full of truth, He lived that
life we should expect. He demon-
strated the worth of His own teach-
ings by His own allegiance to them.
Believing that sin was shameful, He
lived a blameless life. Preaching
free forgiveness and the possibility
of a richer life through the grace of
God, He proved His own possession
of the grace He claimed to be the
need of men. To Him truth is eter-
nal and is to be obeyed. Claiming
to know and to reveal entire truth
Jesus never balks His own Dest
words. How different are we. We
hate sin, we want grace, we love
truth is fact. And we who have tried
truth. But yet we hug the wrong;
we shut the heavenly glory from our
hearts; we block and balk by action
the truth we try to preach. Jesus
is faultless. His grace is real. His
truth is fact. And we who have tried
the power of His grace to reform our
lives ‘and to renovate our souls are
sure that only as we live His truth
are we able to be found without a
fault.
Full worthy was our Lord to be
our Savior and to receive our trust
and faith. The beauty of His mes-
sage and His life are past compare.
Nowhere do we find another such a
man. On His divine side He is su-
preme. As a man He is the manifes-
tation of the humanity of God. Christ
not only spake things but lived them.
The spirit of adoration that bound
the twelve to Jesus should make us
learn to love Him more. Entering
into union within Him we may pro-
gress into faultlessness and grow in
wealth of grace and the knQwledge
of the truth.
Dr. Parkhurst has said a true word
when he calls attention to the fact
that ‘Christians grow by addition,
not by subtraction.” When first we
think upon it the statement seems
to be but half the truth. But do we
consider for a moment we will find it
fair. The accretion by the Christian
of spiritual power will drive sin out.
There will be no room for evil. The
life that is drawing close to God has
no need to subtract sin. Let the
heart pay strict attention to the work
of soul culture and satan will sub-
tract himself. Most of us spend so
much time in subtraction that we
never learn to add. Keep increasing
the measure of soul force that is
yours and sin will make itself a
minus quantity. Try to do what you
know you ought to do and you will
find the problem of how to escape
sin is lightened of itself.
All things in the last analysis must
be brought to the test of Jesus
Christ. He is our Savior and our one
example. He is the test of our fit-
ness and the pattern for our faith.
‘His grace may be ours; the appropri-
ation of His truth is the business of :
the Christian. The vigor of our grace
and truth is the measure of assured
success. Our faultlessness will be
judged of men and God by the sam-
ples we are of the influence of the
life and word, the truth and grace of
Christ.
You Are Sufficient.
God never sets one of His servants
to undertake any task without first
sufficiently qualifying him for that
task.—Scottish Reformer,
|. MILLIONS OF SUFFERERS IN NORTHERN CHINA
-
- INTO WHOSE FACES DEATH STARES DAILY
Facts That Will Aid Generous Americans in Appreciating Conditions
Impossible In This Land of Plenty. “ i “s -
-
By E.
When Vesuvius showers hot dust
and ashes or pours out molten lava,
when San Francisco’ shudders and
writhes. into consuming flame, when
Kingston passes out of order into
chaos in the earthquake throes, the
heart of Christendom beats in sym-
pathy. Thousands of dollars are in-
stantly ready to the hands of the af-
flicted and the stricken. This is as
it should be.
For more than three months the
region in Northern China, known as
“Kianpeh’’ (meaning ‘“‘north of the
! river,” the river being the Yangtse),
has been in the grasp of famine and
| famine-bred disease. All the calami-
i ties named in the opening paragraph,
+ if rolled into one stupendous horror,
could not have caused a tithe of the
suffering the forty days’ rain and the
consequent floods wrought- upon the
40,000 square miles (an area nearly
as great as that of New York State)
of affected territory with its 15,000,-
000 of people. Before new crops can
R. JOHNSTONE.
and exposed to the cold of ‘winter
night and day, week after week, yet,
somehow, one picture suggests the
other. Just so, when a refugee mother
accosted us this morningand asked us
to accept her child as a gift, imagina-
tion brought instantly to view the
preciousness of the American children
I know.
“Incidents could be piled upon in-
cidents; every one of these 30,000
refugees incarnates a story—a story
of a home abandoned; of toilsome
journeys to this southern district in
the hope of finding a pittance of food
to allay that awful gnawing of hun-
ger; of the eager hunt for a sheltered
nook in a doorway; of being driven
from spot to spot until at last a few
feet of bare earth are secured out
among the graves with the other
refugees—a space no bigger than a
Chinese grave suffices for an entire
family; of the daily and nightly hud-
dling together in one mass for the
sake of human warmth; of the search
— Courtesy Christian Herald.
TREES DENUDED OF BARK, WHICH IS EATEN BY THE STARVING
CHINESE.
be raised the death list will be ap-
palling—will be greater by a hun:
dredfold than that chronicled in Na-
ples, San Francisco and Jamaica.
Death and anguish of body and
mind will reign in Kianpeh for
months, despite the most sympathiz-
ing efforts. But Americans can miti-
gate suffering and lower the death
rate by contributing the smallest
tithe of their possessions. One dollar
will prevent one death for one week.
That warm-hearted readers may
appreciate, as far as possible at this
distance, conditions that amaze the
onlooker and call forth his deepest
sympathy, I append extracts from the
most recent letter of William T. Ellis,
a trustworthy and capable corre-
spondent of the Christian Herald, on
the spot. Mr. Ellis writes after a
tour through a camp of 30,000 starv-
ing refugees, and later will tell of
other greater camps where the con-
ditions are worse than those he por-
trays:
“Little more than an hour ago I
saw two women, presumably mother
and grandmother, wailing over the
tiny coffin of a child that had been
part of grim famine's daily toil.
“Tt is all so horrible, so overpow-
ing, so haunting, so heartrending,
that one cannot write of it in an or-
derly fashion. It seems as if only
the repeated cry of ‘Help! Help!
Help!’ can be fashioned for the ears
of the prosperous American people,
to whom God has given a year of
plenty, while the poor of China per-
ish from want.
“Out of the awful mass of suffering
a succession of individual pictures
come trooping before my vision.
There was the man, too weak to stand
erect, who bore on his back, as older
brothers carry babies in China, his
blind old mother, the mere skinsand-
bone framework of a woman. They
wanted help and pleaded for it in the
thin whine of the utterly miserable
and I dared not give them so much
as a copper!
“Or that mother, hard-eyed and
rigid, who stood against a wall with
her six children gathered about her
tattered skirts, staring out uncaring
on a company of living refugees who
are a more melancholy sight than the
thousands of ancient graves among
which they are encamped. They had
been fed; one portion of thin, watery
rice porridge for them all, and now
they must wait in the cold for an-
other twenty-four hours before they
can be fed again—and even then,
some stronger ones may push them
aside and steal their turn at the
meagre relief.
“Strange incongruities flash into
one’s mind as he walks about among
these. 30,000 refugees. As I passed
this morning an old, old woman, cov-
ered only by a few rags, who sat on
the cold bare ground, sharing her
small bowl of rice with a babe of
twelve or eighteen months, evidently
her grandchild, who sat on her knees,
I thought of some grandmothers
whom I know in. America—sweet-
faced, comfortable and kindly, whose
' evening of life is made pleasant by
the love of children and grandchil-
dren, and who know not the word
want. And I recalled some naby
friends—sweet, ruddy little dears,
wrapped in the finest linen, with
wardrobes upon which love has lav-
ished its generosity, and whose food
is a matter of careful consultation
with physicians and friends. Of
| course I cannot imagine these deli-
| cately nurtured babes in dirty tatters
1
for dry grass with which to make a
tiny fire; of the morning struggle for
a portion of the government rice and
of that indescribable, terrible, primi-
tive duel between life and starvation
which the Chinese so dauntlessly en-
dure. ’
“In all this, I write of the best, and
not of the worst. This is only the
first outpost of the famine district.”
Speaking of the causes of the fam-
ine—already comparatively well
known in this country—DMr. Ellis
says:
‘Heavy summer rains, the over-
flowing of the banks of all streams
and of the Grand Canal, simply: flood-
od the country and made of promising
rice and grain fields only a desert
waste of water. The crops were ut-
terly ruined. It is of interest that in
this section of China wheat and inaize
as well as rice are grown; that is why
cornmeal and flour, the former even
the more acceptable of the two, is
the popular form of relief. The Chi-
nese live closer to actual starvation
than it is possible for a Westerner to
comprehend; they are always poor.
So the failure of the crops—not to
mention the destruction of their
homes by flood—at once placed them
in a state of-actual destitution which
can only be relieved when the wheat
crop is harvested in July. Mean-
while, owing to lack of seed, only half
of the spring wheat crop has been -
planted.” :
There are
too grewsome
stories of cannibalism
to write. Suffice it
that horrer is piled upon horror’'s
head in Kianpeh until the call for
outside help is as imperative as it is
justified.
These sufferers, under ordinary
conditions, are frugal, cleanly, hon-
est, hardworking. 'I'hey can wring a
mere livelihood from their petty fields
in the best of times by the hardest
kind of work and in the mass are
noted for morality and decency of
life. Already the Christian Herald,
of New York, has sent $35,000 in
cash for the alleviation of suffering,
and has pledged itself to the State
Department in Washington to fur-
nish at least $200,000 more. It can
only do this with the co-operation of
the American people. Hence the plea
for contributions, the transmission
and expenditure of which is guarded
most carefully—as was the case with
the funds provided from the same
source for the famished in Finland,
India, Russia, Japan and Cuba.
African Hospitality.
Hospitality may be considered as
one of the characteristics of not only
the Veis, but of the whole African
race. It is considered the duty of
every citizen to entertain strangers
without the smallest compensation.
Places of rest stand open, and
when these are found occupied by
strangers a man goes and tells hig
wife, who will send her servants with
water for the strangers to wash their
feet, for, as they wear no shoes, they
naturally need such an accommoda-
tion. Afterward rooms and cloth
wrappers are given them, food is
brought from all quarters or they are
invited to eat with the people. They
continue to be so provided for even
if they stay months. Their garments
are also washed and returned to
them. On leaving they generally
make a small gift to the wife of the
host, though not more than two or
three coin nuts or two or three Eng=-
lish pennies.—Century.