UNSELFISHNESS.
"Tis commonly asserted,
We're all a selfish run,
That every blessed fellow
Looks out for number one,
Land sakes, just look around yom
To see ’tis not the case;
“he world is overflowing
With charity and grace,
One Shap has information
What figure stocks will be;
He does not mean to use it,
So sells the tip to me.
A bachelor has knowledge
Of how to win a maid;
He does not mean to use it,
So tells me for my aid.
We'll all succeed by taking
Advice on what to do;
€I don’t intend to try it,
So tell this plan to vou).
‘McLandburgh Wilson, in The Sun.
‘A Tangled Family.
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SX0 HE remarriage of Mrs.
VX Vanstone, after a long
T widowhood, was the popu-
lar gossip of the season,
yet no one could
the problem and no one seemed entirely
satisfied except the new husband. The
Vanstone relations were vexed, the ser-
vants sulked, and the widow's son and
daughter, Charley and Millie, just of
age, imagined their prospects blighted.
“Oh, George, what shall I do?’ said
Mrs. Beverley—which was the lady's
new name—ready to cry.
“Don’t mind ‘em, my dear!” said
her husband, with a great, rolling
laugh. “They're only children; they'll
grow wiser as they grow older.”
But the squire’'s determined good
humor aggravated his stepchildren
more than any amount of positive op-
position would have done, and they
made no effort to conceal their feel-
ings.
“I never, never can call that man
father!” said Millie.
“My dear, he doesn’t want you to,”
said Mrs. Beverley.
“I can’t endure the sight of him!"
pouted Millie. ‘“And Charley says ex-
actly the same thing.”
“Charley is a disobedient, ungrate-
ful son!” sobbed Mrs. Beverley.
But here Mr. Beverley himself came
to the rescue.
“Young people,” said he, “I don't
objget to your making yourselves as
miserable as you like, but you mustn't
torment your mother. I'll have none
of this.”
Millie lost no time in carrying this
revolutionary speech straight to her
brother.
“Very well,” said Charley, coolly;
“we’ll accept the challenge.”
‘I'll not submit to his tyranny,” said
Millie. “I’ve got a plan.”
“So have I,” said Charley, “lots of
‘em; only they don’t seem to work
when I try to put them into practice.”
“I’ve been writing to Louise Vane,”
said Millie.
“It seems to me as if I had heard the
fame before, now that you mention it,”
said Charley, rumpling up his brown,
curly hair. “But why should you
write to her?—and what has she to do
_ with our affairs?”
“She sympathizes so thoroughly with
me,” said Millie. “She considers sec-
ond marriages as sinful as I do. And
she has asked me to come to her and
stay as long as I please. There is a
nice hotel in the village, Charley; and
her father is very hospitable. And
there is a fine supply of trout and de-
lightful shooting, Louise writes, and
plenty of agreeable society.”
“Not a bad idea,” raid Charley, re-
flectively.
* = * ” * * *
“Oh, George, what shall we do?”
cried Mrs. Beverley, turning pale when
she comprehended that her children
were gone.
“Give ’em their heads,” said her hus-
band, composedly drinking his coffea.
“Never drive young colts with too
tight a rein. They'll be glad to come
back in six weeks or less.”
“But it’s such a fuss about nothing,”
said Mrs. Beverley, half laughing, half
erying.
“That's the beauty of it,” said her
husband. “That’s precisely what they
enjoy!” and the jolly fellow shook
with laughter.
Louise Vane received her former
schoolmate with effusion.
Her father, a stately, middle-aged
gentleman, spoke a few kindly words
of welcome.
“Oh, dear!” said Millie, when she
wvas alone with her friend, “I do hope
we shall not disturb Mr. Vane.”
“Nothing disturbs papa,” said Louise,
“He will never think of noticing such
chicks as we are. Every old maid and
widow in the village Las tried to marry
him ever since poor mamma died.”
“How dare they?’ said indignant
Millie. “I think the Legislature ought
to pass a law against second marriages.
They are wicked, sinful; an outrage on
eivilization!”
“Of course they are,” said Louise.
“But don’t worry, darling. Remember
that you are with me now.”
And the two callow young doves
fluttered into each other's arms, with
renewed vows of eternal friendship.
Three months of happiness at Vane
Lodge followed. Millie and Louise
read their favorite authors together,
and worked hideous screens and im-
possible portieres in crewels.
And all this time neither she nor
Charley wrote a line to Mrs. Beverley.
“] am afraid they have discarded
me,” said the poor lady. “I fear that
they never mean to forgive me,” she
added, with a deep sigh.
“My dear, don’t be a goose!” said
fer husband. “You don’t regret our
marriage do you?"
“Never,” said Mrs. Beverley, with a
gleam of spirit.
“Neither do 1!" sald Mr. Beverley,
laughing.
But one day Mr. Vane called his
daughter into his study, with a serious
face, and when she came out she was
drowned in tears, and fled straightway
to the haven of her dearest friend's
room
“Darling!” eried Millie, “what is the
matter? Tell me, I beseech you.”
“The worst that could possibly hap-
pen!” eried Louise tragically. “Papa
is going to marry again.”
Millie crimsouned to the very roots of
her hair.
“He told me so himself,” said Loulse.
“I never stopped to ask him who it
was that was to desecrate our happy,
happy home. I just clasved my hands
and cried, ‘Papa!’ and ran away, sob-
bing as if my heart would break. Ob,
and I had so hoped that, when I was
married, we could stay on here just the
same; but with a stepmother, of
course, nothing will ever be the same!”
“You married, Louise!” cried Millie.
“Didn't he tell you? But it only
happened this morning. Charley has
asked me to be his wife.”
“Bat,” faltered Millie, “if your step-
mother loved you very much io-
deed —""
“IPMiddiesticks!” said Louise; “as if a
stepmother could love one! Ob, I hate
her already! And you, too, my poor
| wounded gazelle, will be driven from
solve |
your refuge. If I could only offer you
a home—"
“It's so good of you, darling!” whis-
pered Millie. “But I don’t really think
that it will be necessary, because, be-
cause—"
“You're not engaged to be married,
too?" almost shrieked Louise, struck
with a certain consciousness in her
friend's face
“Yes, I am,” said Millie, hanging
down her head.
“And to whom, you precious little
conspirator?’
“To—to your father!” said Millie.
“Oh, don’t blame me, Louise; indeed, I
couldn't help it!”"—Clare Jaynes, in the
| 400.
PETS OF BRITISH SOLDIERS,
One Regiment Had Emu and Kangaroo!
Another a Snake,
No less than thirty regiments in the
Jritish army have pet animals até
tached.
The dogs of the
“Fighting Fifth”
and “Jack,” the retriever, of the
Twelfth Lancers, march with theit
companies when on active service,
and have taken part in more than ona
battle. The drum horse of the Seventh
Hussars—presented by the late Queen
Victoria—marches proudly at the head
of the men, with white tail and mane
flowing.
“Billy,” the goat of the Welsh Fusi-
liers, is better known, and is a very |
showy soldier indeed, as he struts
along in all the glory of scarlet coat,
with white facings, and the badge and
crest of the regiment on his forehead.
The Queen's Own Hussars has also
|
a goat.
A deer is the pet of the Seaforth
Highlanders. “Antony,” a little don-
key, attached himself to the Twenty.
sixth Battery while in India, and be:
came an established favorite, march- |
ing, eating and drinking with the men.
A pet bear was the mascot of the
Gloucester regiment, but becoming ill
tempered had to be shot.
The Lancers of New South Wales
have an emu and a kangaroo. “Peter,”
the goose, became the pet of the Grena-
diers while in Canada.
limped up to a sentry one night and
held up a hurt foot for his inspection. |
He attended to the wound, and the
bird thereafter refused to leave the
camp, so the soldiers adopted it.
When the Devonshire regiment was |
in India, a snake was for many months
adopted as a pet, and, though poison-
ous, it never attempted to hurt any
member of the company. When the
men returned to England this uncanny
pet was left behind.—From Reynold's
Newspaper.
The Paper Habit,
“Very old persons,” said an observer,
“nearly always, on unfolding their
newspapers, turn to the columns of
‘Deaths.’ This is because, in the first
place, they are more likely to find news
of their friends there than in the col-
umn of ‘Marriages,’ or any other part
of the paper, and because, in the sec-
ond place, they are interested in death |
—they have it much in their minds.
“Young girls turn first to the society
news and weddings and after that to
the fashions. Young men of the
health, open-air sort turn first to the
sporting news, while boys universally
turn to this page first. The actor, of
course, reads the dramatic columns,
and the writer the book reviews, but
neither of these departments, I fancy,
does any part of the disinterested pub-
lic consult first of all.
“The elderly gentleman of a pompous
appearance reads the editorials first,
while his corpulent, cheerful wife reads
the recipes on the ‘household’ page.
Some clergymen read the wills of the!
dead to see what charities have been
remembered with bequests. There are
many people who read the crimes, the
scandals and the shocking accidents
first. Poets, as a rule, will not read
the newspapers at all.”’—Philadelphia
tecord.
The World Set Right,
One of the most troublesome things |
about women—man.
A budding genius often has a seedy
look.
The way to be a hero to your valef
is to be your own valet.
1f ice goes away up this summer, as
threatened, the most sober of us may
be ruined by hard drink.—Boston Trané
seript.
The City Council of Buenos Ayres
has adopted a regulation banishing
itinerant musicians from the streets of
the place.
”
The lame bird |
What Coal Tar's
Chemists Will Celebrate the
Magic Has Done.
FIFTY YEARS AGO IT WAS A WASTE BY-PRODULT.
Perkin Discovery, Which Did
Much to Put the Profession in the Front Rank of
Utilitarian Occupations.
the ugly black tar, a hitherto
waste by-product of coal gas,
William Henry Perkin, an Eng-
lish chemist, rendered a public service
unappreciated at the time, His dis-
covery turned the manufacturing in-
dustry of the world into new channels
and chemistry leaped to the front
rank of the professions. That is why
the chemists of England, Germany and
the United States are now planning a
fitting memorial to celebrate the
fiftieth memorial of this remarkable
discovery.
Perkin is not to be memorialized
alone for his color discovery. The
knowledge of his use of coal tar
opened the way for other. chemists to
bring their learning to bear, and in
rapid succession the world was given
artificial perfumes, flavors, carbolic
acid, medicines and compounds em-
ployed in developing photographic
plates. Chemists are now so well ac-
quainted with the properties of coal
tar that they can almost make a color
to order. In perfumes their best
known product is ionone, which is the
basis of imitation violet; in medicinal
products acetanilid, sulphonal, phen-
acetine, analgene and antipryine; and
| the oil of bitter almonds and saccha-
rine are perhaps the best known of the
| artificial flavors.
| Before Perkin created his sensation,
| chemists from the beginning of the
| nineteenth century, and even before,
had been working for these results.
Synthetic or constructive chemistry
was their subject, and the years they
| put in on tedious research made them
| a secluded, reserved class of men, who
| to-day would be known -as “grinds.”
| Their labors brought them little re-
| turns, financially. The gay outside
| world regarded them as hermits,
| looked patronizingly on, and wondered,
| maybe, at the sacrifice.
| But all this weary toil was not a
| waste of time. Years later, profiting
by the studies of the pioneers, a man
| appeared who hit upon a solution of
| the problem. Artificial color was the
| result. The article he made had been
| known to exist in indigo, and its con-
| stituents were known, but no one be-
| fore had ever put them together in a
| laboratory. The beauty and the cheap-
| ness of the color Perkin made excited
| great admiration, especially among
| those engaged in supplying the market
{with fabrics, and development was
! rapid.
Other products followed in quick suc-
! session, and the manufacturing world
ceceived an impetus such as it had
never known. Results of the chemist’s
research work still continue, and each
year sees brilliant discoveries added
to the records of science. There is no
reason now why any’ organic body
should not be synthetically made if
themists can find what its composition
and structure are. The only reason
they cannot make an egg is that they
do not know how to build the fabric.
They have each composite part, but
they cannot put them together, and,
as one chemist remarked to the
writer, “Building the structure doesn’t
properly belong to chemistry, any-
| way.”
| Synthetic quinine is the aim of the
large body of chemists engaged in re-
Others
| are working to produce sugar, and the
| men who find these formulae will
| make their fortunes. A way to pro-
! juce synthetic quinine has been found,
| but it is yet too expensive for commer-
| cial purposes. Chemists have just be-
| gun to be appreciated in this country.
| Forty-five years ago, when the sugar
| industry was begun here in the United
| States, Professor Chandler, of Colum-
| bia University, then a boy still at his
| studies, was given a job by a friend
i in the storehouses over in Brooklyn.
The position was more to help the boy
| through his scientific course than any-
thing else.
“But what shall I do?” asked the
| student.
| “Do?” his benefactor replied. “Oh,
| do anything, but keep out of the way
and don’t ask questions!”
He who was some day to add his
contributions to science took the pat-
ronizing friend at his word and did
what he wanted to do without going
to a superior every day for permission.
The experiments and formulae learned
in class room and laboratory were put
into practical use and soon “the boy
out in the back room” began sending
in recommendations to headquarters
as to savings here, expenditures there,
a mass of economic detail that sur-
purised the older heads.
That was years ago. To-day each
sugar plant in the country has a lab-
oratory and hundreds of chemists are
, employed. They are being taken into
factories generally and put at research
work and analysis. In competition the
house that can produce the cheapest
and the best is the successful one and
here economy counts—therefore the re-
| search chemist.
In Germany, where the profession is
| farthest advanced, manufacturing es-
| tablishments usually have a group of
| chemists. Maybe they will work for
| years without accomplishing any re-
| sults, still their pay continues. Then,
| some day, the long-sought process or
solution is obtained, and thousands of
dollars saved. That is one reason why
the Germans and the English excel us
in chemical industry. They recognize
the chemist’s worth, and have forged
ahead through his ingenuity.
B Y producing delicate tints from
{ search work just at present.
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William Henry Perkin, F. R. 8, LL.
D., Ph. D,, D. Sec, V. P. C. 8, is still
alive, although this string of abbre.
viations after his name might lead
some to think differently. He is work-
ing patiently in his laboratory in re
search study and experiments with
just as much zeal as before the day
when he made his “strike” in coal tar.
Dr. Perkin was born in London on
March 12, 1838, and studied chemistry
under Dr. A. W. Hofmann at the Royal
College of Cherhistry, where he was
afterwards assistant in his research
laboratory. It was here Dr. Perkin
made his coal tar sensation by the
discovery of the mauve dye in 1856.
He was then only eighteen years of
age. Subsequently he became interest-
ed in the manufacture of coal tar col.
ors, and continued in this work untli
1874. Since then Dr. Perkin’s time
has been occupied in research work
and writing. His publications are nu-
merous, and include a circle range of
subjects.
Although an Englishman discovered
the value of coal tar and English man.
ufacturers were the first to put the
country’s large deposits of the raw
material to practical use, Germany has
succeeded in taking the industry away
from the Britons, and is now importing
the raw material to keep her factories
supplied and running. Germany has
taken the lead, because the Govern.
ment has done everything possible to
encourage the profession as well as the
industry, and her chemists are masters
who lead the world.
America produces immense quanti-
ties of coal tar. It is formed from the
old-fashioned process of making coal
gas, and although this system is now
out of date, it is still used to make the
coal tar now iastead of the gas. A
story is told antl vouched for by an
eminent authority that illustrates how
highly this by-product is valued. It
seems that not many years ago on the
banks of the Schuylkill River. in Phila.
delphia, was a gas works. That was
in the days prior to Perkin’s discovery.
The gas men had no use for the coal
tar, and its rapid accumulation soon
became a nuisance and a burden to
them.
The city would not permit the com-
pany to run the tar into the river, so
the gas men put down a drain, which
ostensibly was to empty into a big
underground reservoir, but which real-
ly discharged into the river beneath
the surface of the water. Coal tar is
too thick a substance to mix with
water. It congeals just like molasses
candy, when in making it you drop it
into a glass to see if it has boiled to the
proper cons. tency. That is just what
the coal tar discharged from this Phila-
delphia gas works did. When it flowed
from the pipes of the gas works into
the river it sank into a pocket in the
river bottom, and formed a hard, solid
deposit, gradually accumulating in size
as the years rolled on. Then the new
process of making gas came into vogue,
and the old works on the Schuylkill
were abandoned.
Several years after the value of the
despised coal tar became known, a
sharp-witted chemist, in nosing around
the old gas works on the Schuylkill,
discovered the drain pipe, and follow-
ing it up found that the output of coal
tar for years had been emptied into the
river. It did not take long to engage
a diver and set him to work, with the
result that the rich deposit was located,
finally brought to the surface and
utilized to a considerable profit.
The chemical industry is on the gain
here in America, and is coming up with
rapid bounds. One thing that has
acted to keep it down is the present
tax on alcohol, which, it is expected,
will be removed by this session of Con-
gress. Alcohol is a great solvent, and
in the different processes of manufac-
ture and research work is used in great
quantities. Not in the United States,
however. Here at $2.50 a gallon it is
prohibitive.
Alcohol can be made for fifteen cents
a proof gallon, yet the tax on it here
is $1.10 for every proof gallon made.
It seems strange, but it is nevertheless
true. In England and in Europe there
is not this handicap, and with such a
difference in the price existing in favor
of the foreigners, one advantage they
hold in research work is plain to be
seen. Sentiment and a popular agita-
tion on intemperance has helped great-
ly in influencing the Government to
maintain its tax on alcohol. The
United States has been against any
policy which should encourage the pro-
duction of alcohol as a beverage, and
the enforcement of the law has cost
the Government a lot of money. The
moonshiners in the mountains and the
illicit distillers in the crowded cities
have been the transgressors.
Chemists acknowledge the danger of
taking down all bars and permitting
the wholesale manufacture of all kinds
of alcohol. They have, however, at
last made it plain to Congress that the
sort of alcohol they wish to use in
their profession is as different from
rum alcohol as whisky is from water.
The New York section of the Society
of Chemical Industry, which has done
so much to advance all branches of
the profession in America, is the grou
of men who are now working to raise
a Perkin memorial in the form of a
scholarship to encourage chemical res
search.—H. I. C,, in New York Post.
Indiana paid $72,178,259 in wages in
factories in 1305.
HE WAS NOT A PATRIOT,
Until He Caught Sight of the Flag, and He
Was Hypnotized.
“I am not a patriot,” sald the
grouch; “that is not the ‘my-country-
right-or-wrong’ kind. That sort of pa
triotism is only an enlarged egotism--it
is founded on the mere accident of
birth. The owner of it loves his coun-
try, and believes in it solely because he
was born in it, He thinks it must be a
great country to have produced him.
Now, I get at my patriotism—if you
can call it that—the other way round,
I love and honor my country for the
ideals and ideas it represents, and after
having compared it with other coun-
tries and found it better. If compari-
son had demonstrated that the cause
of humanity was better served by some
other country, I would rank that first
in my esteem. I was born human by
the law of heaven—boundaries estab-
lished by man governed my American
nativity.
“But, as I said, I love this land for
what it is doing for humanity. I be-
lieve in it, and would fight to extend its
boundaries over the whole earth, so
long as its lofty ideals are maintained.
My country is an idea—the American
idea—and knows no boundaries nor
rules. It isn't a government; it is a
people, a people striving toward a sub-
lime end. The government may be
vested for a time in the hands of un-
worthy men: an oligarchy of special in-
terests that seek to exploit the nation
may use it for selfish ends. The ordi-
nary ‘my-country-right-or-wrong’ kind
of patriot is as wax in the hands of
such schemers. He thinks that the gov-
ernment is the country. Thank heav-
ens! there are enough reasoning pa-
triots to offset the machinations of the
schemers and gullibility of that kind
of patriot—or there have been, hereto-
fore, and the American idea marches
grandly on.
“Sometimes it has to do bloody deeds
to win its way. It has to kill a few
hundred Moros in order to benefit mill-
jons. Some chicken-hearted persons
call this cruel. They would not call it
cruel if the few hundred Moros were
suffered to check the onsweep of the
great ideal and savagery were per-
mitted to work its evil will because we
refrained from interference. They
would call it ‘Providence.’ Those peo-
ple always blame God for their sins of
omission. They are not patriots of
any kind, being false even to humanity.
“As for me, I discriminate; I—"" and
just then we came in sight of “Old
Glory” floating from the flagpole of the
high school. The grouch doffed his hat
and. a wrapt and reverent expression
came over his rugged features. “God
bless the flag!” he said devoutly. “I
reckon I'd follow it wherever it led.
It kinder hypnotizes you.”—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Let past errors serve as warning
guides to future excellence.
When duty coincides with interest,
honesty in office is made easy.
The battle is never to the strong
where brains are given half a show.
In the last analysis, most human
lore is mainly simile and metaphor.
Most of us want to cast our bread
upon the waters with a string tied to it.
Not all is harmony that sweetly
chimes, nor yet all poetry that aptly
rhymes.
“Strait is the gate and narrow is the
way,” to those who would the moral
law obey.
When we speed to the devil's house,
woman takes the lead by a thousand
steps.—Goethe.
Riches may “shrivel the soul,” but
poverty is equally hard on the suppers.
—Chicago Tribune.
When joyous, a woman's license is
not to be endured; when in terror, she
is a plague.—Aeschylus.
Modesty in woman is a virtue most
deserving, since we do all we can to
cure her of it.—Lingree.
An optimist is a man who always
hopes for the best, and when he gets It
hopes for something better.
There are a great many times in our
lives when our “strength is to sit still.”
Motion is good in its time, but so is
meditation, so is quiet study, so is pa-
tient waiting on God. If a bucket is to
be filled from a ssout of water, the best
place for that bucket is to keep it un-
der the stream until it is full. We
soon run empty of grace, and need re-
plenishing, need to be ‘filled unto all
the fullness of God.”—Theodore Cuy-
ler.
All Recognized Her.
The four old captains or Salt Marsh,
after carefully studying the attrac-
tions offered by the mind reader who
was to held forth in the town hall,
decided to attend the entertainment.
“We can zo right from the post of-
fice when mail’s in,” said Captain
Gregg, most adventurous of the four,
“and there doesn’t seem to be any need
to consult our women folks, so far as
[ know. Most likely we shan’t stay
more’'n a few minues.”
They were all agreed as to the ad-
visability of this plan, and the next
evening saw them seated in the last
row, with interest written on their
faces.
After a few preliminary exhibitions
which caused the scattered audience
to gasp and wriggle, the mind-reader
said in a solemn tone:
“There is one person in this audi-
ence who has been thinking ever since
he came in here of a person who is
perhaps the strongest influence in his
life—a small, determined looking wom-
an, with eyes that snap and—"
At this point the four old captains
rose as if moved by a single spring and
filed from the hall. When they reached
the safety of the'steps, Captain Gregg
turned to the others and spoke in a
hoarse whisper:
“Which one of us do you suppose he
meant?’—Youth’s Companion.
« were swollen,
Ths Point of the Proverb.
‘An old proverb advises the shoe
maker to stick to his last, It means
that a man always succeeds best at
the business he knows, To the farmer
ft means, stick to your plow; to the
blacksmith, stick to your forge; to the
painter, stick to your brush, When we
make experiments out of our line they
ure likely to prove expensive failures.
It is amusing, however, to remark
how every one of us secretly thinks he
could do some other fellow's work bet.
ter than the other fellow himself, The
pamter imagines he can make paint
better than the paint manufacturer;
the farmer thinks he can do a job of
painting better, or at least cheaper
than the painter, and so on.
A farm hand in one of Octave
Thanet's stories tells the Walking Del-
egate of the Painters’ Union, “Any-
body can slather paint;” and the old
line painter tells the paint salesman,
“None of your ready made mixtures
for me; I reckon I ought to know how
to mix paint.”
The farm hand is wrong and the
painter is wrong: “Shoemaker, stick
to your last.” The “fancy farmer”
can farm, of course, but it is an ex-
pensive amusement. If it strikes him
as pleasant to grow strawberries at
fifty cents apiece, or to produce eggs
that cost him five dollars a dozen, it
is a form of amusement, to be sure, if
he can afford it, but it's not farming.
If a farmer likes to slosh around with
a paint brush and can afford the time
and expense of having a practical
painter do the job right pretty soon
afterward, it's a harmless form of
amusement, If the painter’s customers
can afford to stand for paint that
comes off in half the time it should,
they have a perfect right to indulge
his harmless vanity about his skill in
paint making. But in none of these
cases does the shoemaker stick to his
last.
There is just one class of men in
the world that knows how to make
paint properly and have the facilities
for doing it right; and that is the paint
manufacturers—the makers of the
standard brands of ready-prepared
paints. The painter mixes paints; the
paint manufacturer grinds them to-
gether. In a good ready-prepared paint
every particle of one kind of pigment
is forced to join hands with a particle
of another kind and every bit of solid
matter is forced, as it were, to open its
mouth and drink in its share of linseed
oil. That is the only way good paint
can be made, and if the painter knew
Low to do it he has nothing at hand to
do it with. A paint pot and a paddle
are a poor substitute for power-mixers,
buhr-mills and rolier-mills.
The man who owns a building and
neglects to paint it as often as it needs
paint is only a degree more short-
sighted than the one who tries to do
his own painting or allows the painter
to mix his paint for him. I. G.
Richest Goid Fieid.
Kalgoorlie, Western Australia, is
one of the newest and richest gold
fields in the world. The following
advertisement was prominently dis-
played in a recent issue of the Kal-
goorlie Miner: ‘Watch the progress
of the British elections. Balfour, the
coercionist, is defeated. Should his
mate, Chamberlain, be also defeated,
all comers can indulge in a little
‘light refreshment’ free of charge for
a period of six hours, from 10 a. m. to
4 p. m.,, at Paddy Whalen’s Sham-
rock Hotel.”
ULCERS IN EYES.
Awful Discharge From Eyes and Noses
Grateful Mother Stromgly Rec-
ommends Cuticura.
“I used the Cuticura Remedies eight
years ago for my little boy who had ulcers
in the eyes, which resulted from vaccina-
tion. His face and nose were in a bad
state also. At one time we thought he
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time he was in the hospital for seven or
eight months and under specialists. The
discharges from the eyes and nose were
bad and would have left scars, I feel sure,
had it not been for the free use of the
Cuticura Remedies. But through it all
we used tne Cuticura Soap, Ointment and
Resolvent, and lots of it, and I feel grate-
ful for the venefit he received from them.
The Cuticura Resolvent seemed to send
the trouble out, the Ointment healed it
outwardly, and the Soap cleansed and
healed both. He is entirely cured now,
but since then I have bought the Cuticura
Resolvent to cleanse and purify the blood,
and the Soap I cannot speak too highly of
as a cleansing and medicinal beautifier.
Mrs. Agnes Wright, Chestnut St., Irwin,
ta., Oct. 16, 1905.”
The Universal Washday.
“Wash-day is Monday every-
where,’" said a globe-trotter.
He made a gesture of amazement.
“How strange that is,” he said.
“We believe in the Bible, the Al-
gerians believe in the Koran, but
both of us believe in the same wash-
day.
“The Germans, the
English, the South Americans,
Arabs, the Japs, the Chinese, all
have Monday for wash-day. Go
where you will over the world, and
on Monday clothes, white and wet
from the tub, flap lazily in the
wind.—Philadelphia Bulletin.
French, the
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