The Daily Republican from Monongahela, Pennsylvania • Page 2

CARCASSONNE. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. The Daily Republican. between her and her daughter. I ba lieve that would do her more good than all the drugs in my surgery." "If she will let me I will try," said the nurse, with some agitation.

"Does the daughter object to a reconciliation?" "So Strangeways says; you won't like Strangeways, and I don't think he'll like you. But if he makes things unpleasant tell me, and I'll put my old chum Alfred Marshall on his track." By this time they had reached the "Yes, truly did our cure call Pride the besetting sin of man; Ambition brought on Adam's fall. And soaring wishes are my bane. Yet could I only steal away Before the winter has begun. If once I'd been to Carcassonne! I'd die contented any day, "Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! forgive my pVayer, I'm but a poor presumptuous fool.

We build fine castles in the air, When gray as when new breeched at school. My wife with our first-born, Algnan, Have even journeyed to Narbonne, My grandson has seen Perpignan, I've never been to Carcassonne!" So sighed a peasant of Limouy, A worthy neighbor, bent and worn, "Ho, friend," quoth "I'll go with you, We'll sally forth to-morrow morn." And, true enough, away we hied. But when our goal was almost won, God rest his soul! the good man died He never got to Carcassonne! 4 From the French of Nadaud. Tm growing old! fust threescore year, In wet or dry, in dust and mir I've sweated, never getting near Fulfilment of my heart's desire. An! well, I see that bliss below 'Tls Heaven's will to grant to none, Harvest and vintage come and go, I've never got to Carcassonne! "The town I've glanced at many a day, You see it from yon mountain chain; But five long leagues it lies away, Ten long leagr.es there and back again.

Ah! if the vintage promised fair. But grapes won't ripen without sun. And gentle showers to them swell, I shall not got to Carcassonne! "Teu'd think was always Sunday there, So line, 'tis said, are folks bedight, Ilk hats, frock coats, the bourgeois wear, Their demoiselles walk out in -white. Two Generals with their stars you see, And towers outtopping Babylon. 'A Bishop, too ah, me! ah, me! I've never been to Carcassonne! 1 1 1 1 1 1 iii 1 1 1 '(T Villi Clever taste she has and a great big bump of suitability.

But beauty, no. Yet many other women appear to the greatest disadvantage beside her. To be sure there are French beauties, but the average French woman, sans complexion helps, sans hair dye, and sans her carefully chosen raiment has little claim to beauty. Her fac may be animated, but it is not often refined. Her eyes lack softness, her brow is hard.

As a rule her features are too thick, her skin dull and the hair that is likely to adorn her upper lip far from fascinating. Her ears are usually dainty, however, and her hair clings prettily at the nape of her neck. Let her dress herself and put her beside other far lovelier women and it is she who is picked for the beauty. This supremacy she maintains in spite of years. Some Parisiennes have gone right on to the age of 70 retaining their reputations as beauties.

With every year though cosmetics become more important and colors and lights are more carefully chosen. Of a truth beauty is a business and chic a great talent. Philadelphia Record. A Lawyer's Love Affair. By Ashmore Russan.

"A good beginning is half way ta the end." The misery of this world is occasioned by there not being lov enough. Benjamin Disraeli. No longer talk about the kind oi a man that a good man ougnt to be, but be such. Marcus Aurelius. There wouldn't be so many sinneri if people struggled to get into heaven as they do to get into society.

The Gentle Cynic. True Christianity 'lives, not in oui belief, but in our love, in our love cl God and in our love of man, founded on our love of God. Max Muller. If there be lying before you any bit of work from which you shrink, go straight up to it. The only way ho get rid of it is to do it Alexander MacLaren.

There is no true prayer without some response. Invisible wires from heaven to earth are ever vibrating with divine blessing, and when prayer touches them the electric stream of love enters the soul. Newman Hall. I call that mind free which sets no bounds to its love, which is not imprisoned in itself or in a sect, which recognizes in all human beings the image of God and the rights of His children, which delights in virtue and sympathizes with suffering. W.

E. Channing. Use thy youth so that thou mayest have comfort to remember it when it hath forsaken thee, and not sigh and grieve at the account thereof. Use il as the spring time, which soon de parteth and wherein thou oughtest tc plant and sow all provisions for and happy life. Sir Walter Ral eigh.

Childhood must pass away, and then youth, as surely as age approaches. The true wisdom is to be always seasonable, and to change with a good grace in changing circumstances. To love playthings well as a child, to lead an adventurous and honorable youth, and to settle when the time into a green and smiling age, is to be a good artist in life and deserve well of yourself and your neighbor.Robert Louis Stevenson. GARNERS HER OWN CROPS. Illinois Woman Handles Farm Without Aid Scarcity of Help.

Work of women largely has served to save the crops of this year. One may ride in any direction over the farm lands and find skirted and sunbonnet-ed farm workers shocking grain and pitching hay from early dawn until late at night. In many instances their work had to be made use of, else the crops could not have been handled. There is a great scarcity or farm help not only nar Cfiicago, but in the West and Northwest. In most of the railway stations within 100 miles of Chicago are posted bulletins giving the number of hands required to handle the wheat harvest in the Northwest.

All the way from 100 to 500 hands are needed at single stations. All of this has helped to deplete the ranks of farm workers near home, and as result of women have flocked into the fields and in many instances have done as much work as a man. One Illinois woman farmer whe does all of her own work is Miss Elizabeth Condell. She has a sixty-five acre farm within an hour's ride of Chicago. It lies along the Rockefeller branch of the Chicago and Milwaukee electric railroad.

Miss Condell lives alone and works alone. She takes care of five acres of corn, as much of oats, fifteen acres of meadow, a big fruit and truck garden, attends to eleven cows and the wants of a variety of poultry. She has two norses, three cats and a dog. Miss Condell, driving her two nors es, Pete and Bet, ploughed every inch of the land that she has in crops, did all of her own cultivating, cut her hay with a mowing machine, rated it up and hauled it in. She is now prepar ing her fields for fall ploughing by hauling and spreading fertilizer.

Miss Condell rises at 6 o'clock, reads her papers after supper and re tires at 9 o'clock. She says that she is 55 years old, but she does not look to be a day over 40. She dresses in a plain gingham skirt that reaches the tops of high laced coarse shoes and a sunbonnet covers her head. It has been by the work of thou sands of women of such nerve and muscle that crops that are worth 000,000 have been safely garnered and saved to the agricultural wealth of near Chicago territory this year. Chicago Daily News.

Rings to Her Finger-Nails. A famous Philadelphia beauty, Kate Furniss, hardly more than a debutante, though she is now Mrs. Thomp son, has been the sensation of fashionable watering places all this summer, displaying her rings which are countless in a most original and barbaric manner. She wears her jewels only on the upper joints of her fingers weighting the slender digits Oil to the nails with diamonds and rubies and sapphires and emeralds, leaving the bottom story entirely vacant. The effect is certainly bizarre and not altogether fortunate.

But what's the use of being alive if one can't be unique? In playing bridge, to which, of course, the lovely Mrs. Thompson is a de votee, her eccentric ring arrangement produce their full effect Nor does she seem the least inconvenienced in her digital manipulations by the clumsy handicap she has elected to impose upon herself. Louisville THE CHILL W. HAZZARD COMPANY, Printers and Publisher. VERNON HAZZARD, President.

MONONCAHELA, PENNA. termers for the farmers, exclaims the tfcnerican Cultivator. China's move against opium is gHnlficant of the new dream of em-supplanting; the old pipe dream. The cost of living in Japan has kwn greatly increased since the close 0 the last war, and the Japanese fe now paring for their decisive victories. A reader at Buckingham, England, wrote to a London newspaper, asking fin the name of the author of the Jne, "Qod's finger touched her, and Ae slept." He said the local burial ftoard would not let him put it on his alfe's tombstone unless he gave the futhor'6 name.

Apparently the mem ers of the burial board are not read' irs of Tennyson. Says Harper's Weekly: No well known person, man or woman, can Undergo the slightest operation in iurgery without the more emotional Newspapers proclaiming in head-line Qrpe that he is under the knife. The papers print a great deal of unnecessary Information about surgical op erations, especially about operations Cb women, and more especially on ajomen who are on the stage, in poll Acs, or any kind of public life. Oper ations are bad enough in all con science without having their horrori intensified by clamor about "th fcnife." Get a new formula, gentle men, and a milder one. Preparation for war is an exten give process, confesses the Youth's Companion.

The United States gun iboat Bancroft has just been con iigned to the scrap-heap after but thirteen years of service; and the bat tleship Texas and the cruiser Phila delphia both comparatively recenl vessels have been withdrawn from active duty. Within a short time thirty British war-vessels have been sold for a sum the aggregate ol which was less than the cost of the smallest of the vessels sold. A naval vessels wears out quickly, even in peace; for a vessel that is obsolete is worn out for naval use. The Department of Agriculture has issued a report on the distri bution and migration of North American ducks, geese and swans "Formerly abundant over the whole of the United States," says the re port, "water fowl are steadily di minisning number ana some species appear to be threatened with extinction in the not djtsant future Their value for food is great and they have formed in the past, and for all future time should continue to form, a valuable asset and an im portant source of revenue to the several States which harbor them. The preservation of numerous species of ducks, geese and swans is be coming an important matter of legis lative enactment and the present report is intended to furnish information as to present range, abundance and migration of the several species with reference to practical legislation." Collier's Weekly observes: Arrogance of ownership is shown as often In bad service as in unreasonable gains.

How railroads serve the public, of whose property they are permitted to make use, has again been brought to the general attention by a former Governor of Connecticut and two associates, who acted as it would be well for all of us to act. Receiving no seats on a New Haven train, they refused to pay. The law department of the New Haven road thinks these busy men should either have patiently stood or have waited until a train with seats happened to pass by. Mr. Mellen, president of this distinguished corporation, has the hardihood to assert that the postal service could be conducted with more satisfaction to the pub-lie if privately controlled.

The 3prlngfield Republican notes that goods shipped from New York to 3pringfield a week before the Governor Chamberlain episode had not then arrived. The choice lies before the United States to-day, of government ownership or better service by the corporations now 'wringing every lollar out of privileges granted by die public. Any bad Bpeller can pose nowadays as a reformer, suggests the Atlanta Journal. Pocahontas Monument. Pocahontas is to have a monument at last.

Her descendants, including the Randolph, Fairfax and Cabel families of Virginia, in company with people In other parts-of the country, have decided that the little Indian maid who died so sadly in London in her youthful, prime deserves recognition, and have organized to raise to that end. The Queen's Wish. A very pretty story is told of Queen Alexandra, who a short time ago consented to be godmother to the little daughter of one of her neighbors at Sandringham. After the tferemony the Queen asked to be taken to the new baby's nursery, and upon arriving there she took a diamond ring from her finger and wrote on one of the window panes, says Home Notes: "May God's blessing rest on this house and all in it." Women Alpinists. Some of the pluckiest feats of mountaineering in the Alps this year have been performed by women.

Two ladies, Mme. Georg of Geneva and Mile. Suchard de Pressense of Paris, accompanied by M. Rene Adda, recently made the journey from Switzerland to Italy by way of the summit of Monte Moro. The climb was a very perilous one, owing to the quantity of snow, and the adventurous party was afoot twelve hours before arriving at Mucugnaga, the first Italian halt the Auzascu valley.

London Tit-Bits. "Tail Skirt" is the Next Thing. One dressmaker just returned from the popular trip to Europe says what struck her most in Paris was the "tall skirt." It is all that its name implies, It appears, and unless a woman has a carriage she will need at least three arms to hold it up, or else assist the Street Cleaning Department most materially. This dressmaker says that American women will "not stand" for this, but judging from the peek-a-boo waists and hosiery seen this summer which make the mercury run high Just to give them an excuse, women will wear anything as long as it is the faslhion. New York Press.

Neck Shows Signs of Age. The neck frequently shows the evi dence of age before the face. Little tell tale wrinkles In front and hollows back of the ears, long lines at the sides, a dark ding round the neck, the double (and sometimes triple) chin, are not beautiful to gaze upon; or welcome to those who possess them Yet all of these could be largely pre vented. Tight collars and stocks are accountable for many of the lines at the side of a woman's neck. The car riage or tne head, and even one position when sleeping, has much to do with forming a double chin.

The head should be carried erect when walking, says Woman's Life When reading or sewing, the chin should be held in a position that will allow the chin to be held moderately high. Hard to End Use of Hatpins. "Don't let women play on your sympathies by pretending they hate to be Compelled to wear hatpins," was the confidential utterance of a Fifth Avenue milliner to a man. "Man's sorrow for women who wear hatpins is out of place. He needs it all for himself.

Even the doctors' assertion that the headaches of which women often complain on windy days are due to the leverage on the roots of the hair caused by the flapping hat and its pins cannot keep woman from wearing those stilettoes. There are several substitutes. For instance, the early Victorian bonnet might be revived, with its ribbons tied in a bow under the chin; or one might use elastic. But women would rather suffer agonies than spoil their appearance by elastics and the like. The fashion of wearing hatpins is not one to die easy." New York Press.

New Woman's Paper In France. "La the new French newspaper for women, is largely due to the initiative of Mme. Mathilde Meliot, director of the "Monde Financier," a member of the Society of Political Economy and the editor of the financial column in several dailies. Associated with her is Mme Mar guerite Durand, editor of "La Fronde," the old organ of woman's rights, and Mme. Jane Misme, a writer for the financial and daily press.

"La Francaise" is to be owned by the writers themselves, who, with other well known women and a few men inter ested in the progress of women, will form a co-operative society to run the paper. No political discussions will be admitted to "La Francaise," but the new paper will keep in close touch with what is going on in Parliament. It expects to introduce, through its friends in the Chamber of Deputies, bills favorable to the cause of wom en. French Woman's Beauty. To hear the average man go into raptures over the beauty of the French woman is to smile.

Did he declare her clever it would be a different matter. But, no, he insists on her beauty. Style she has. Chic she has. mansion, which stood at the center of a park.

They were met at the door by the housekeeper, a motherly woman, at sight of whom Mrs. Clare shrank back. But the thick veil was sufficient disguise for the moment. "This is the nurse," said the doctor, "Mrs. Brown Mrs.

Clare. I hope you will get on well "I am sure we shall," said the nurse, holding out her hand. But Mrs. Brown did not take it. She glanced, in a be wildered way, from the nurse to the doctor; then, as if mistrusting her ears, muttered, "It can't be," and led the way upstairs.

Dr. Johnston walked gently up to the old lady, smoothed her pillow, and spoke cheerfully. "This is better," he said. "We shall get along all right now. I can see the new medicine is doing you good.

I am so glad you suggested a change." "That's coming," said the invalid, feebly. "I won't have a grand funeral, doctor. Who's the young woman?" "The nurse Mr. Marshall, sent down. Mrs.

Clare." "Tell her to lift her veil. I want to see her face." vvun trembling hands tke nurse obeyed. "Clara at It was almost a shriek, but not unjoyful. "Mother dear mother!" fried the nurse, and fell on her knees at the bed' side. "Great GGalen!" muttered the doctor to himself.

"This is just like Alfred Marshall." Then he did a very thoughtful thing. He hurried to the telegraph office and wired to the law yer: "Better take another day off. think you will be wanted." The junior partner caught the next express, taking with him the instruc tions hi3 firm had received and all Mrs. Clare Maylord's pathetic letters. He reached Saxbridge in good time to turn the writer of the instructions, Mr.

Strangeways, out of the house, and to add a codicil to Mrs. Fairfax's will, which he had also brought. The codicil was comprehensive. It revoked everything that went before it. A couple of months later Mrs.

Marshall asked her husband a question. "When I called to see you at your office you said you were very, very glad that I did not love Mr. Strangeways and so could not marry him. What were you thinking of?" "Oh, I was just looking ahead," said the junior partner. "If you had obeyed your mother, you wouldn't have been a widow then and my wife now." Tit-Bits.

QUAINT AND CURIOUS. The output of brass in the United States for 1905 was 300,000,000 pounds. There are no orphanages in Australia. Every child not supported by parents becomes a ward of the state, is placed in a private family and provided with board and clothes until the fourteenth birthday. Peter the Great made a wife and em press of a girl who had been a servant in the house of a Lutheran minister at Marianburg; Sir Henry Parkes, Wil liam Cabbett and Thomas Coutts, the millionaire banker, all'chose maids of all work for their life partners, and Sir Gervaise Clifton, the historian of Jamaica, had no fewer than seven wives, each of whom had been in his own service.

Prof. Wilhelm Wundt, the famous German psychologist, tells of teach ing a dog to jump over a stick. One day the professor commanded his dog to jump, but held out no click. At first the dog seemed surprised, and on repeated ordering to jump he barked. At last he sprang into the air and barked very vigorously, as if to complain of the absurd and ridiculous command to jump when no stick was held out Some one learned in the history of words gives some instances of what changes the love of uniformity has wrought in the substance of speech.

The original English form of "cherry," which comes from "cerise," was "cheris." It was mistaken far a plural so "cherry" was manufactured for a singular. Exactly so has "pea" come into being as a false singular obtained from the supposed plural and true singular "pease." "Sherry" for "sher-rin" is another case, and "shay" for "chaise," "Chinee" from "Chinese" and "corps" from "corpse' are others in vulgar speech. Similarly "riches" is really a singular, of which "richesses" was the old plural. A collector of evidence on the subject maintains learnedly that the golf ball is the most perverse of human institutions. Here is a list of strange lies noted by a follower of the ancient game: In another player's pocket, where it had dropped after traveling two hundred yards; In a cow's mouth; on the roof of a clubhouse; behind the glass protecting a painting hanging on a cottage wall; in a dumb of daisies, which it so resembled that it was not found for an hour.

When it fell in the cow's mouth the frightened animal galloped 276 yards nearer the hole, and thjpn restored the ball to its owner. He promptly claimed to have driven it 397 yards and the right to play It rTTTI if i if i iiiryttTtttt rTTTTTTWTTTTf said Mr. Marshall, picking up the letters. "But why what does it mean?" "That we cmght to have suspected it before. We ought to have known that no mother could resist such appeals.

That no member of the firm had ever read the pathetic letters he did not think it necessary or desirable to tell her. "Do you know who wrote the instructions?" he went on. "You will see the signature differs." "I have no idea," she answered, agitatedly. "The signature seems to be an imitation of my mother's." "No) doubt it is," Mr. Marshall paused.

The whole duty of a junior partner in a firm of solicitors unfolded it self before him professional secrecy, the lawyer's eleventh commandment and one of the most sacred. A glance at the pitiable little figure helped him to break it. "I drafted yciur mother's will," he said. "It was a long time ago; but I remember that you are not left anything. Do you know the name of your mother's sole legatee?" "No." "Are you acquainted with John Edward Strangeways?" "He is my cousin," she answered; "the cause of all my sorrow.

My moth er desired our marriage. I did not love him, and I I "I know," he interrupted. "I am very very glad of that." "Why?" She could not help asking the question. "Because John Edward Strangeways is in the most robust health," said the junior partner, enigmatically. "This firm owes you reparation.

In your last letter to your mother you asked her to help you "Yes; I am very poor." "Well, 1 am going to do what I can. If I find you a suitable post, will you accept it?" "I shall be very, very grateful," she rejoined. "I have been trying so long to get something to do, without suc cess. People say I am too delicate. But I am quite strong." "Please consider yourself my client," he said, as they shook hands, "and promise me that you will always take your lawyer's advice." II.

Mrs. Fairfax dwelt in Saxbridge. She was not the only client of Messrs. Colne, Valley Marshall in that sleepy little town'. There was another, a rising young doctor and old school chum of the junior partner's Jack Johnston.

Two days after the lawyer's interview with Mrs. Maylord he paid a visit to his old school-fellow. it was remarkable how soon the junior partner ascertained that Dr. Johnston's most profitable patient was a Mrs. Fairfax, who was very ill, worrying herself into the grave owing to the undutiful conduct of her daugh ter, who had married against her wish and now refused to be reconciled.

He asked question after question, until he finally learned that the doctor was seeking a nurse for her. Mr. Marshall was also greatly inter ested in Mrs. Fairfax's heir, Mr. Strangeways, described by the doctor as "a bad lot," but so attentive to his aunt that he called every morning.

Af ter that had been elicited the lawyer gave a little information himself. "Oh, by the way," he said, "your pa tient, Mrs. Fairfax, is a client of ours. I know the very nurse for her, a lady in every sense of the word. Shall I send her down?" "I wish you would," said the doctor.

"But if she's a friend of yours, you had better tell her the old lady is very hard to please." "I'll do that. You needn't let Strangeways know that I'm sending anybody." "Not I. Don't like him well enough to tell him anything." III. The lady whom Mr. Marshall sent down to nurse Mrs.

Fairfax arrived in the sleepy little town closely veiled. She bore a letter of introduction to Dr. Johnston, comparatively a newcomer in the village of Saxbridge, so he called in the village to present it. As the lawyer's letter concluded with a request, "If you will be so good as to accompany Mrs. Clare to Green Park, introduce her to Mrs.

Fairfax and see she is well received, I shall be very greatly obliged," the doctor immediately put on his hat. "I am afraid you are not going to have a very easy time of it," he went on, "nor a very pleasant one. Mrs. Fairfax is really ill and very Irritable. If she takes to you you mlight try your hand at bringing about a reconciliation I.

Mr. Alfred Marshall, of the firm of Colne, Valley Marshall, solicitors of the Supreme Court, had risen from a clerkship to be junior partner in that well known firm by industry, ability aad discretion particularly the last. During three years or so he had been writing letters periodically and quite xutomatically to a Mrs. Maylord, al ays very much the same thing: "Madam We are instructed by our client, Mrs. Fairfax, to acknowledge the receipt of your letter, and to inform you that she sees no reason to recon aider the decision she came to at the time of your marriage.

We are yours truly, "Colne, Valley Marshall." The first instructions had been re ceived a long time ago. Since then at intervals of about three months, letters addressed to Mrs. Fairfax had keen forwarded to the firm, with the Jrief intimation: "Please acknowledge is before." Nobody in tne omce naa ver troubled to read those long, close- written sheets, or, if seme inquisi iive clerk perused them, he said noth ing about the fact. Certainly Mr. Mar )hall had never read more than the ignatures.

Having carried out his in- Itructions, which were definite, Mr, Varshall added each letter as it came the bundle kept in a drawer of his desk, tied the red tape in a neat bow, replaced the packed and thought no more about it. But this was not to continue. A day arrived when having penned the usual formal acknowledgement of lengthy epistle and signed it for Ihe firm, his attention was drawn to the name, which he had written me chanically at least half a score of times before. Maylord Maylord?" he reflected 'It would be a coincidence if she were the little widow I met at the Bag-leys', 'St. Anne's Grove, It was at Streatham, of course.

Won der if she's the same? Really I should very much like to know." Impelled by curiosity, or something stronger, Mr. Marshall brought out the packet of Mrs. Maylord's letters and read every one of them. They were written by a daughter to her mother, craving forgiveness in terms that would have melted the of a grindstone, if it had one. "Oh, my mother," one of thenr ran, "if I could only be a child again! If I could unly kneel at your feet and feel your kiss of forgiveness on my brow, as I used to do in the days that seem so very, very long ago! Oh, if you would only see me, let me touch your hand, I should be so happy! All the world would be so bright Every night, every fcorning, I pray that I may be for given.

Mother, da forgive your daugh- Mr. Marshall tore the reply he had written into very small pieces and wrote another: Madam We are instructed by our client, Mrs. Fairfax, to acknowledge the receipt of your letter, and to state that she sees no reason to reconsider the decision she came to at the time your marriage. If, however, you will be so good as to call at this office and ask for Mr. Marshall, that gentleman will be pleased to see you." Punctually at 9.30 next morning the Junior partner was in his place.

At 10 o'clock the commissionaire brought In a card. Mrs. Maylord, sir, to see you. By Ippointment, she says." One glance at the slight figure in fleep mourning was enough. She was the widow he had met at the Bag-ley's.

The recognition was mutual. We have met before," she said. "I id not know you were Mr. Marshall it this firm. You see I am Alfred Marshall of Jie stony-hearted firm of Colne, Val ley Marshall.

Believe me. I never felt ashamed of it before. I asked you to call, Mrs. Maylord" Has my mother forgiven me?" she Interrupted, the pretty face lighting up with a smile which the junior partner thought adorable. "I hope she will," he answered.

"I sked you to call because I wished to how you something." Opening the packet he took out a couple of papers and handed them to her. "Those are the instructions upon which we have been acting for about three years. You lee they are signed 'Letitia Is that your mother's handwriting?" Mrs. Maylord rcee involuntarily; the papers fell from her trembling hands. "No no!" she exclaimed.

"That's why I'm ashamed of this Irm, not excluding the junior partner' French Husbands. The French husband has a faculty tuat amounts almost to a genius for bestowing the delicato attentions which cost little except the exercise of a modicum of tact and thoughtful ness but which carry joy to every true woman's heart. He not only thinks to take home to her often (in the absence of the means to make a larger offering) a ten cent bunch of violets, pinks or roses from the flower market or the itinerant flower vender' barrow o'n his route, but he presents them gallantly with the compliment and the caress the occasion calls for and this makes them confer a pleas ure out of all proportion to their in trinsic worth. He remembers her birthday or fete day with a potted plant, a bit of game a box of bon bons, a cake from the pastrycook's or a bottle of good wine He is marvellously fertile in expe dients for making the time pass quick ly- and agreeably for her. He has a thousand amusing and successful de vices for helping her to renew her youth.

He projects unique and joyous Sunday and holiday excursions. He improvises dainty little banquets. He is a past master expecially in the art of conjuring up amiable mysteries and preparing charming little surprises, And in all these trival enterprises he vindicates the old French theory that true courtesy consists in taking a cer tain amount of pains to so order our words and our manners 'that others "be content with us and with them selves." The American husband is particular ly solicitous to do the proper thing; the French husband to do the agree able thing. From the Independent. Sweets to the Sweet Tooth.

Many mothers think nature must have erred in giving children a sweet tooth, but children, on the other hand, regard the jam pot and the sugar bowl as the depositaries of all that is most delectable. Neither side is quite right and neither quite wrong. SuKar is not the poison and the spoiler of digestion that the careful mother thinks it is; neither is it bet ter as a food than roast beef and bread and butter, as the hearty youngster thinks. There was" a book printed many years ago, in which the tale was told of some shipwrecked sailors who lived for weeks on some hogsheads of sugar and a little water, which was all they had saved from the wreck They did not have so good a time as we boys thought they ought to have had, but they lived, and were not so badly off at the end of the period as most persons would think they should have been. The truth is, that sugar is a food and a necessary one; but it may easily be taken in too great amount.

Foods are divided into two great classesthe proteids (meats, eggs and legumes), which contain nitrogen as their most important element, and the sugars, starches and fats, composed chiefly of carbon. Both of these are necessary the proteids to build up the framework of the body, and the others to supply energy; the proteids are the iron of the boiler and the machinery, the fats are the packing and the sugars are the fuel; all are necessary to the perfect working of the human machinery. The danger In taking sweets is in overdoing. The world's consumption of sugar has increased enormously in the last half-century, although the necessity for muscular exertion (and therefore the need of fuel) has, through the introduction of labor-sav ing machinery, decreased. Much of this sugar has gone into the stomachs, not of rollicking boys and toiling men who can use up a lot of it, but of girls and young women, who are using it to saturate their blood with unnecessary fuel, to load their livers with sugar and to spoil their complexions.

Children may, and often do, eat too much candy; but they will not suffer much as long as they are in the active state of existence, for while they romp they are expending a vast amount of energy, and their little machines consume a vast amount of fuel. The danger is in forming a habit that may be carried on into a sedentary form of life. Youth's Companion. from where it lay..