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The hips of the haw are wizened,
riveled the willow wand;
The north wind, long imprisoned,
Has broken each gyve and bond.
The red rose garth is barren;
Fled is the golden-wing,
Till a hand like that of Aaron
Shall smite, and behold—the spring!
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By F. E. C. ROBBINS,
g RG ESRsnSeSRSRSeScS Enea SusRseseses2”?
“What is a man to do in a case
Hke this?” demanded Mr, Perham,
head of the commercial department
and bursar of Pine Grove Seminary,
as he sat in his office the morning
after graduation day, pen in hand
and a sheet of paper beiore him.
“What is the case?” asked Mr.
Clark of the classical department,
who had just entered the room,
“Well, you know Mullins?" began
Mr. Perham.
“Mullins, the young giant? Yes,
I know him slightly, of course,
though he has never come under my
instruction.”
“Fortunately for you,” declared
the bursar. ‘Well, Mullins has fin.
ished here at last, and he wants
me-—""
“Why, he hasn't received a diplo-
ma, has he?” in‘arrup.ed Mr. Clark.
“Of course not. It is :ay belief
that he couldn’t get a diploma i' he
spent the rest of his natural life
here. But he has wisely made up his
mind to take his leave without one,
and in licu thereof he wants me to
write him a recommendation.
“1 hate to refuse him, but what
can I say? He is a good “ellow, hon-
est as the day, and with plenty of
muscle. 1 could reco;
a place cn a c¢
samp. He hes
the money to
wants a
would cer
office or
fn the s
him as
way, but he dos the hint.
He wiil have to find it out for him-
self. Meanwhile, I supp~~~ that I
shall have to for
som athing
ge where 1
, said Mr. Clark. “In
a somewhat similar case, so the story
goes he wrote a testimonial after
this fashion: “This is to certify that
Mr. So-and-so has finished his course
at this college, with equal credit to
himself and to the institution.’ ”
Mr. Perham smiled, bit made no
reply. He began his task, however,
and soon completed it as follows:
“To Whom It May Concern: The
bearer of this note, Mr. David Mul-
lins, has been for some time past a
student in the commercial depart-
ment of Pine Grove Seminary, and I
cheerfully commend him as a young
man of irrerroachable character and
fine physique. While circumstances
@revented his completing the course,
the time that he =m» was
amply s:
ere
substantial
~**There,” he £21id, after ie
aloud, ‘‘that is literally t:
do no harm, and it will satisfy Mul-
lins.”
It certainly did salisfy Mrllins.
“Why, professor,” he exclaimed,
joyiul, wien he read the recomimen-
dation, ‘I didn't know you would
feel like ying so much for me! 1
thank you kindly, pro or.’ Then
he added, with a littel eatch in his
voice, ‘I hope I may have a chance
to do as much for you some time ”
Mr. Perham winced a little, partly,
no doubt, but not wholly, on account
of the grip of a strong right hand
with which the honest youth had em-
phasized his gratitude.
Mullins had chosen a thriving city
fa a neighboring State as the scene
of his business career, and the next
week he was on the ground, ready to
begin.
It seemed, however, that the Lusi-
ness men of the city were just then
very wel provided with clerks, and
he spent several days in visiting of-
fices without once being invited to
accept a position.
But at last, in a modest sixth-floor
office, he found a man who was at
least willing to talk with him. This
was Mr. Ray, a young insurance
agent.
“You were educated at Pine Grove
Beminary, eh?’ said Mr. Ray, with a
show of interest. “I know one of the
teachers there very well—Perham,
head of the commercial department,
I think?”
“Yes!” said Mullins, eagerly. “I
have a fine recommendation from
Professor Perham in my pocket.”
“Ah, indeed!” said Mr. Ray, glanc-
ing at the paper that was offcred
him. ‘‘Yes, that is his autograph,
fast enough. Perham was my room-
mate at college, and a right good
fellow. I haven’t seen him since we
were graduated. Sit down, won't
you, and tell me about him?”
“That is first-rate,” he declared,
after listening to a glowing account
of his friend. “I am delighted to
hear from the old fellow. And now
about your case. To tell the truth,
I hadn't thought of any more office
help. But—perhaps I might work
you in to help on the books and to
act at general utility man about the
office. It will be small pay at first,
but if you are adapted to the busi-
ness it will lead to something bet-
ter.”
There was no difficulty about com-
4ng to terms, and Mullins at once
made his start in the insurance busi-
nes,
_ One evening some time later Mr.
rn by an old- |
SONG IN WINTER TIME
ceSefnsasasesnsese
MULLINS RECOMMENDATIONS Ys” |
Buoyed by a hope eternal,
As old as the Eden-birth,
1 ean wait till the rupture vernal
Shall quicken the sleeping earth;
For er when the sod is shaken,
When tingles the tip of the fir,
Love, like the spring, will waken
In the slumbering heart of her!
~Clinton Scollard, in The Bohemian,
SESRSRSRESRaRERaaN,
od
Ray said to his wife, “I've got to get
rid of my new clerk. I'm sorry about
it, for he is a thoroughly good fel-
low—but stupid, stupid! I was get-
ting along very well before, but I
have certainly been overworked since
Mullins came, It's queer, too. He
took the commercial course at Pine
Grove Seminary, under Charlie Per-
ham, you know. And Perham gave
him a first-rate recommendation. I
hope he isn’t a fair sample of Per-
ham's graduates.”
So the next day Mr. Ray, in as
tactful a manner as possible, ex-
plained to the young man that under
the prevailing business conditions he
should not need extra clerical as-
sistance after that week. Mullins
accepted his dismissal in good part,
and just before leaving on Saturday
he asked, quite as a matter of
course, “Would you be willing to
write me a recommendation, Mr,
Ray?”
“A recommendation? Why—ah—
certainly] By the way, will you let
7
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1
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{ David Mullins,
{ employ, is an
{ who was of no earthly use,” he de-
i whatever
me look at the one that Mr. Perham
gave you?”
As Mr. Ray read the letter
through, with considerable care this
time, a light broke in upon his mind.
Then, in a spirit of emulation, he
turned to the typewriter, his sten-
grapher h gone, and produced
the followin |
“I am pleased to say that Mr. |
who has been in my
eminently worthy |
ung man whose desire is to do well {
he undertakes. I do not |
doubt that his services will be as
sfactory to any future employer
as they have been to me.
“Henry Ray.”
Mullins was mueh pleased with
this, the more especially as he had
secretly feared that he had not been
entirely successful in the insurance
business, He thanked his late em-
ployer heartily, and on Monday mr orn-
ing started on his seawch for another
place.
His travels presently brought him
to an office which bore the sign,
“William Evans, Coal and Wood.”
The proprietor was in, and although
his demeanor was far from gracious,
he did listen to what his visitor had
to say.
“I have just turned off one fellow
ng
clared, in a rasping tene that seemed
to match a hard look In his eyes.
“It is next to imp ible to get any
decent help nowada) lecommen-
dations? Oh, of couse! They all
have them.” He accepted rather gin-
zgerly those that Mullins now offered,
and glanced them ove
“Hum-—irreproac
ystantial bus
ble character |
ss education— |
services satisfacto Oh, thay read |
well enough, of course! Well, I
want a man at, one of my yards to do
the weighing and keep a leokout for
things generally. 1 may as well try
you as any on2 if you want the
chance. You may start in at once,
and I will give you a dollar a day
until Saturday night. If you suit,
I'll pay more after that. If you don’t
suit you leave. What do you say,
yes or no?” \
Mullins said yes, although the
work was not quite what he had kad
originally in mind.
He was really much better adapted
to this place than to his iormer one,
and he easily learned its duties.
Being of a practical turn of mind, he
soon saw the need of improvements
about the yard. For one thing, he
became convinced that the scales
were not accurate. Some of these
matters he took the liberty to bring
to the attention of his employer.
When Saturday night came he was
well satisfied with his success in his
new business, and he went to the of-
fice fully expecting a permanent en-
gagement with a handsome increase
in salary. The proprietor had gone
home, but the bookkeeper handed
Mullins an envelope, which contained
a five-dollar bill and this note:
“Dear Sir. I find upon trial that
you do not suit me, and I shall have
no further use for your services. En-
closed please find five dollars, pay-
ment in full for five days’ work.
Your, ete.
—8
“William Evans.”
This was a cruel blow to noor Mul-
lins, and he turned away in deep de-
jection, from which he had by no
means recovered when, on Monday
morning, he again started on his
rounds.
It was indeed with very little hope
that in the course of the forenoon
he entered the office of “John Ark-
wright, Contractor.” But there was
something in Mr. Arkwright’s
shrewd, kindly face that encouraged
Mullins, and he was able to make ap-
plication with less than his usual
awkwardness.
“Good recommendations, you
say?’ repeated Mr. Arkwright, as he
swung round in his revolving chair
and peered at his visitor through
steel-bowed spectacles.
He read with some care those that
were now put into his hands, and as
he did so the pleasant smile that
lighted up his rugged features gave
Mullins considerable encouragement.
“This your last place?” asked the
contractor, with his thumb on Mr.
| have elapsed.
| receive
Ray’s signature.
“No, sir. 1 was with Mr, Evans,
the coal merchant, for a short time.”
“That so? DId he give you a lets
ter when you left?"
Mullins flushed painfully, “Yes,
sir,” he faltered, *'but I guess you
couldn't call it a recommendation.”
“Oh, well, I'll be the judge of that,
I'd like to look at it, if you don't
mind.”
Mullins did mind, but he produced
the letter, which Mr. Arkwright,
after adjusting his spectacles, read
with deliberation,
“Come now,” he said, as he handed
it back, “that isn’t bad. I know that
man Evans, and what he requires,
and I shouldn't want much to do
with any one that did suit him. Sit
down, if you are not in a hurry, and
let's talk things over.”
And soon Mullins was answering
questions that covered not only his
career at the seminary, in which he
felt some pride, but more especially
his experiences in earning mone, to
pay his way there, which he had
never thought of as being of interest
to any one,
“Well,” said Mr. Arkwright, at
last, “I rather like your appearance,
and I think that there may be some-
thing in you. I don’t need a book-
keeper or a clerk, but I could use a
young fellow who wasn't afraid to
work, and whose knowledge wasn't
confined to what he learned at school.
I reckon most of yours is outside of
that,” he chuckled.
I will give you a chance,
different from day-laborer’s work at
first; but if you can learn to go
ahead with a job and to handle men
you may find it worth while by and
by.”
Then the contractor entered more
into particulars, and Mullins once
again accepted a position,
Some ten years may be supposed to
Mr. Perham was still
at Pine Grove Seminary, although he
had often
field of usefulness, with a correspond-
ingly better salary. He was there-
fore agreeably surprised one day to
a telegram, asking him to
meet the trustees of a flourishing
school in another State, as a candi-
date for the position of principal,
and he readily accepted the invi-
tation.
After his interview he was taken
by one of the trustees in his car-
riage to the railway-station.
“I believe that I haven't told you
how we happened to look you up,”
said the trusiee, as they drove along.
“The fact is, I became interested in
you through one of your old pupils,
who is now a partner of mine.”
Mr. Perham could not have told
why, but instantly there flashed be-
fore his mind's eye a scene in the
bursar’s office at the seminary, and
he seemed to hear the words, “I hope
I may have a chance to do as much
for vou some time.”
“What is his name?” he asked.
And he was not entirely surprised to
hear the trustee answer, “Mullins.”
‘“‘He was called out of the city
to-day,” added the trustee, ‘‘or he
would have been on hand to meet
you.”
‘“‘He must have changed consider=
ably since I saw him,” remarked Mr.
Perham, in default of anything else
to say.
“Well, he isn’t so green as he was,
but he is the same simple-hearted
fellow, after all. For instance, he is
still proud of the testimonial that
you gave him when he left school.”
Mr. Perham had to blush before
the quizzical glance that came to him
through the steel-bowed spectacles.
“It was the best that I could do at
the time, Mr. Arkwright,” he said.
“Probably it was. I presume he
didn’t shine at school. But I reckon
that I could give him a better recom-
mendation if occasion required. For
one thing, I could say that I thought
well enough of him to take him into
my business—contracting, you know.
He can get more work out of a crew
of men and keep them better-na-
tured than any one else I know. And
he can see the ins and outs of a pro-
posed job, and what it mears in dol-
lars and cents, better than I can, with
all my experience. And let me tell
you, he got more out of your instruc-
tion than perhaps you thought. The
seed wasn’t all lost, though it did
take it a long time to sprout. To
this day he is always quoting things
that you said, and I must say that
they have generally struck me as
good, sound sense. That is how I
came to think of you at this time.
So, Mr. Perham, if you are elected—
and I think you will be, though of
course I am only one of the trustees
—if you are elected, it will be large-
ly on the strength of Mullin’s recom-
mendation.”’—Youth's Companion.
Rural Simplicity.
“It's dreadful queer,” said the
housewife, ‘that the potatoes you
bring me should be so much bigger
at the top of the sack than they are
at the bottom.”
“Not at all, mem,” said the hon-
est farmer; “it’s jest this a-way.
Potatoes is growin’ so fast jest now
thet by the time I dig a sackful the
last ones dug is ever so much bigger
'n the fust ones.”’—Harper’'s Weekly.
Telephones in Theatre Boxes.
To enable young married women,’
if they become anxious, to telephone
home and inquire as to the condition
of their children, telephones are
fitted in every private box at the Co-
liseum.
It is a common thing at the opera
and many West End theatres to see
a queue of ladies waiting their turn
at the telephone between the acts,
just “to have a word with nurse.”—
London Opinion.
“If you say so, |
It will be |
only day-laborer’s pay, and not much |
felt a desire for a wider |
‘fhe Tax That Progress
“There goes another lantern!”
“How very careless the workmen
are. That is the third light lost to-
night.”
Two ladies living
about half a mile
Tower, were sitting at their window,
where they seated themselves every
night during the early summer of
1898, when work was being rushed
on M. Eiffel’'s daring project. The
great steel tower was to be completed
in good season for the exposition,
which was to be opened the following
spring. Nothing like it had ever been
seen—a giant of steel trusses, lattices
and arches rising to a height of 300
metres. There were some who said
the scheme was impossible of realiza-
tion. But the engineer was deter-
mined. The tower should not only
be finished, but the elevators would
be running to the top when the gates
of the exposition were thrown open.
To do this in the short time allowed
—only three years elapsed between
the acceptance of the design and the
completion of the work-—it was neces-
sary to put on night forces of work-
men.
Night after night the two ladies
took their station at their window
and watched the lanterns moving
about the high structure, “twinkling”
or pulsating like fireflies. Across the
| Seine came the feeble humming of
| the riveters’ hammers. And the
i ladies were entertained. The monot-
ony of the fairy scene was broken
, occasionally by the fall of a lantern;
| the ladies were charmed. The fall-
| ing lantern added a drop of excite-
ment to their modest pleasure. Some
| nights no lantern was observed to
| fall, and on those evenings the quiet
spectators retired to rest feeling dis-
appointed.
Other evenings their patience was
rewarded by seeing one, two, even
three lanterns seek the earth by grav-
| ity. They counted them, compared
| notes and smiled with satisfaction.
i It was such an innocent treat. The
lanterns did not cost above two francs
fifty, and the sight of their spasmodic
dropping was highly spectacular.
One evening while they were en-
gaged watching the ‘flight of meteors
from the Eiffel Tower,” as they called
it, a physician, a friend of the pair,
called. They had just counted the
third lantern observed to drop that
night. They were unwilling to keep
secret the source of their nightly en-
joyment, and informed their visitor
how they spent their time at their
window.
“Three, you say!” he replied in a
voice of pity. ‘Is it possible?”
“You alarm us!” cried one of the
adies. “I am sure there were three.”
Pausing a moment as if desiring to
prepare the ground for his revelation,
the visitor then spoke. “Did you
know,” he asked calmly, *that there
is a man tied to each lantern? Every
workman wears a belt around his
waist. To this is attached a lamp so
that the latter may not accidentally
fail upon those working below. My
dear ladies, it is not the loss ofia com-
en that has
in Paris, France,
from the ISiflel
|
i
|
mon lantern now and th
made your evenings amusing. To-
| night, for instance, you have seen
| three souls enter eternity.”
The ladies shuddered, and every
evening thereafter they carefully
{drew the curtains of their windows
so that the “flight of the meteors”
might pass unobserved.
A * *® * = * *
No wonder they shuddered; the
tax progress pays to death is enough
! to make any thinking person uneasy.
The cost in human lives of the won-
ders of modern civilization has never
been compiled. The totals would be
too appalling, and the world counts
the cost in dollars, for money is the
medium of exchange. There is some-
thing benumbing to the senses in the
thought that every skyscraper is a
monument to some unfortunate work-
man who has given his life that it
might be built.
There are martyrs of peace. No
| grateful country remembers them;
'in fact, no extraordinary efforts are
made to have their deaths recorded.
Those who are killed in battle are
heroes. They who give their lives in
building a bridge, a tunnel, a railroad
or a twenty-story building are the
i victims of progress, which, like a
! greedy giant, never fails to levy toll
Efforts at Prevention.
Many efforts are made to prevent
the awful loss of life which accom-
panies every huge engineering work.
The generous expenditure of money
and the employment of scientific de-
vices and of such helps as the latest
ideas in sanitation and hygiene sug-
gest have had their effect. But the
engineers grow more daring; some-
times too much reliance is placed
upon the assistance new appliances
and methods may give.
The engineers of the Simplon tun-
nel, just opened by the King of Italy,
have been cheered by the fact that
| “only eleven deaths occurred in the
works.” The Simplon is more than
eleven miles long, and required seven
years to drill. The railroad tunnels
in New York, little more than a mile
in length, have lost more than that
number of men in an afternoon.
The statement of the engineers of
the Sim»lon tunnel that only eleven
men wera killed in the works, while
it undoubtedly is truthful, fails to
take into ‘onsideration the number
of workmer who contracted phthisis
during the first year the work was
progressing. The contractors used
every device to pre#erve life that
seemed to premise success, yet many
of the workmen fell ill. The Brandt
drill was substituted, and as this sup-
pressed dust, the dreadful disease pe-
culiar to men who delve in the bows-
cls of the'earth was reduced to an in-
considerable quantity, How many
workmen returned to their homes in
Italy, Switzerland and France, only to
waste away with the dread consump-
tion contracted in the tunnels will
never be known,
Victims of “the Bends.”
At present seven tunnels—really
fourteen—are being driven under the
Hudson and North Rivers in New
York, and the loss of life so far has
been appalling. A short time ago
the crew working in one of the head-
ings were killed by the air pressure,
which hurled them into the river.
Such fatalities one hears of, but
without publicity every day several
men are removed from the high pres-
sure air locks suffering from ‘the
bends.” They used to call it caisson
fever, but by any name it remains one
of the most dreadful forms of debili-
tating disease that a workman may
endure.
All of those who are attacked by
this dread disease do not die from
its effects. Many think they recover
fully. They return to work in the
chamber and become accustomed to
slight attacks. But if they remain
long at the work the disease claims |
them. They either die a very pain-
ful death or are crippled for the rest
of their lives, going about with twist-
ed limbs. One who has cxperienced
the shock likens it to a jumping
toothache or ‘‘the worst rheumatism
you ever felt.”
It usually attacks a man as he
leaves the lock, where the pressure is
maintained at from thirty t< thirty-
five pounds per square inch. The
normal atmosphere pre e is only |
fifteen pounds per square inch, so |
that ill effects upon the human sys-|
tem from two yireres are only
to be expected v the men emerge
from the con d chamber into
the normal atmos; The sudden |
release of pressure sometimes causes
the men to fall unconscious from the
“bends.”
But Mcn Must Work.
In the Peansyivania Railroad tun-
nels in New York some of the worst
accidents have cccurred. In the locks
used on these tunnels the-compressed
air escapes through the soft mud of
the river as the heading is pushed
forward. Every now and then an
airhole is found and a “blowout” fol-
lows. This instantly reduces the
pressure of the air in the chamber,
and a fresh supply of air has to be
introduced at great speed to catch up|
with the escape. During this short
time the pressure may reach forty
pounds or more, and the effects of the
violent fluctuations tell terribly upon !
the workmen. But the task must go
on. As some men are borane off to a
hospital others are ready to take their |
places. Both the Panama Raitroad |
and the Panama Canal have collected
their heavy dues of death. They will!
tell you at Panama that every rail
in the railroad, which is forty-seven
miles long, represents a life lost in
the building. As for the canal, under
the French management the deaths
amounted to as high as 112 per 1000
in a year. The price in human life
was staggering. That particularly
deadly miasmic disease known as
Chagres fever, the same that made
fearful inroads on the argonauts who
crossed the Isthmus to the Pacific
on their way to San Francisco before
the building of the Pacific Railroad,
was responsible for the enormous loss
of life. Since the Americans have
taken charge of the Isthmus it is re=
ported that ‘“‘yellow jack’ and ma-
laria are kept at a minimum, and that
the former has almost disappeared.
—Philadelphia Ledger.
ere.
Advertising Pays.
It was a surprise to the summer
boarder to learn that one of the
group of graduates from the sem-
inary, to the ‘‘farewell exercises” of
which she had listened the year be-
fore, was marrieé and settled in a
home of her own.
“I remember her,” said the sum-:
mer boarder, when the name was
mentioned, “but she did not strike
me as being as attractive as most of
the other girls.” !
“Um-m!”” said her informant.
“Well, I guess twas her graduating
essay that kerried® her off so quick,
maybe. Her subject was, ‘How to
Keep House on Six Dollars a Week,’
and it fetched most every young fel-
low in town, they tell me. By what I
hear, all she had to do was to sit at
nome and pick and choose.”’—Youth’s
Cempanion.
|
Complete Depravity.
“We've often heard about the
meanest man, but I happen to know
the meanest woman.”
“Who's she?”
“The one who goes to weddings
and slyly removes the cards from the
presents, so lliat the bride can never!
know which of her friends it was?
who gave her the plated butter- |
knife.”’—Chicago Record-Herald.
Byron's Grandson.
The death of Lord Lovelace can-
not be a matter of indifference to any
Englishman, indeed to any one who
speaks the ‘‘land’s language.” There
is happily still a granddaughter, an
Ada too, but with the next genera.
tion we get further away from Byron,
who seems to recede a step back
into the past.—London Saturday Re-
view.
i feet wide,
I longitudinal
IN
Leaden tobacco hoxes are apt to
cause lead colic and paralysis, the
metal impregnating the tobaceo with
acetate of lead.
A remarkable botanical specimen
of Japan is a hollow tree-trunk sixty-/
five feet in circumference containing
a living tree nine feet in eircumfer-
ence. The older tree was destroyed
about 130 years ago, leaving thirty
feet of trunk, and the inner tree is
about 110 years old.
A French company has commenced
the manufacture of a product called
hydrolithe. It is obtained by the re-
action of metallic calcium on a me-
tallic salt. This hydride of calcium
gives, under the action of water, pure
hydrogen, just as calcium carbide
gives acetylene. The industrial pro-
duct gives 1000 liters per kilo.
Snake venom, says a British phy-
sician, has been shown by recent re-
search to be a highly composite sub-
stance, containing various poisonous
proteid bodies, which are variously
affected by heat and florescent solu-
tions in sunlight. That it has so lit-
tle toxic effect when taken by the
mouth is due to its slight absorption
by the stomach and alteration by the
bile and pancreatic juice.
Steel wharves with concrete piers
will be buit at Manila by the United
States Government. There will he two
of these; one 650 feet long and 110
and the other 600 feet
long and seventy feet wide. Trans=-
verse plate girders will rest on the
piers and carry between their webs
lines of eighteen-inch
rolled steel joists for the floor fram=-
ing. The floor will be of reinforeed
concrete in the form of a slab four
and a half inches thick, with expand-
ed metal or wire netting embedded
in it.
A new respiratory apparatus which
has resulted from late experience in
French mining, consists externally of
a rubber bag, which is worn in fron
about waist high, and is supported
by a strap over the shoulder. The
miner breathes from and into the
bag through a mouthpiece. The ex-
haled gases pass through two tubes
containing grains of exylith, which
retains the moisture and earbonie
acid and renews the air for breathing
| by setting free a corresponding quan-
tity of oxygen. The circulation
through the bag is sufficient, and ena-
bles the miner to work in suffocating
gases an indefinite time.
In German some interesting ex-
periments have recently been made
in the protection of orchard trees
against night frosts by means of fum=
igation. A part of an orchard in
bloom was thus successfully guard-
ed against an April frost by the dense
smoke of napthalene. But the ex-
periment was very expensive, fifty
kilograms of napthalene being con-
sumed by seven flames in one hoar..
Later a new preparation of chemicals =
| was tried, producing a comparatively
huge volume of smoke with the ex-
penditure of only two kilograms of
the material per hour. These trials
are under the direction of an experi-
mental gardening association.
Should Man Live 200 Years?
Mrs. Henderson, in her volume,
The Aristocracy of Health (Harpers),
takes up the question of longevity.
“Life is too short for the attain-
ment of highest purposes,” s
“The season is ended #€fore the
natural harvest is begy®® In a life
of fifty years, twenty gre simply pre-
paratory—Ilearning hpw to live. Five
years out of fifty are spent in that
famous occupation alleged by a
French officer as his cause for sui-
cide. On his prostrate form was
found a paper on which was writtemn
the reason for his weariness of life
| —he was tired of ‘buttoning and un=
buttoning.” Ten years out of fifty
are consecrated to the nourishment
of tne inner man—the time for eat-
ing and drinking. Not that any ef
these duties are unpleasant—quite
the contrary; yet, all the same, they
consume the years, and how much
time is left for the contribution to
the world? In the majority of hu-
man lives such time is never
reached.” .
Full two hundred years, Mrs. Hen:
derson believes, are clearly our due,
and she quotes a number of scien-
tists—Oswald, Virchow, Nicola Tesla,
and others, who hold similar views.
In conclusion, Mrs. Henderson gives
seven admirable rules for prolonging
life.
When All is Lost.
When wealth is lost, nothing is
lost.
When health is lost, something is
lost.
‘When character is lost, all is lost.
—Motto over the walls of a school in
Germany.
By completing the passage from
Father Point, Quebec, to Liverpool in
five days, twelve and a quarter hours
the Canadian Pacific liner Empress of
Britain has established a record.