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'1 THE BROOKLYN DAILY EAGlS. NEW YORK MONDAY. JULY 1. 1907. ly; "I'm poorer than the proverblr 1 church-mouse.

Cheever frowned heavily. "She's got a pile, that aunt of yours," he re marked; "she's a shrewd one, I can tell you that; she can fix you up with out Schelling." "But she has no such thought," Mary retorted mildly; "she is dressing me for the fair, but I ra to make my own fortune and she points out the way; she's a matrimonial Moses," and free of the other carriages and automobiles, and they whirled away toward the house. The Interior of the vehicle was quite brightly illuminated by the outside lamps and Mrs. Whiting was plainly visible her corner, a mountain of furs and lace, for It was a cold night and her sables were muffled to her chin. Mary, leaning back ou the opposite side, caught the steely leam of her small eyes under their white lashes and the heavy lines of her face.

For a few moments both were silent, then Mrs. Whiting spoke. "My dear," she said smoothly, "Fred Cheever Is very amusing, but he Is very flagrant. Besides you'll rouse that she-devil Mme. Syrene.

Let me warn you, she's dangerous." Mary Mushed and drew her furs closer. "Mr. Cheever is not In good taste." she admitted quietly; "I really couldn't escape at the last." Mrs. Whiting's small eyes flickered a little. "But at the first" she said "She's an old devil," said Cheever she shivered as though a draught of cold air had struck her white shoulders, and Cheever's swift movement to shield her from an open door Increased her self-abasement.

What madness had possessed her? While the great soprano made the rooms resonant with melody Mary was seeking for an avenue of escape. But she saw none, not even Colonel Fox-boro had appeared In the group near her. She knew that Lawrence Ryland avoided entertainments which were even semi-official, and she could not signal for help to Schelling or some mere acquaintance. After all she would be left to Cheever against her will; she felt that Madame Syrene was amply avenged. She was conscious that he was watching her with an admiration that he was at no pains to conceal either from ber or from the others, and she remembered that the publicity of his flirtations had always been one source of amazement to her.

He seemed to be eternally in bad taste but she had supposed that this Implied a lack of refinement on Madame Sy-rene'e part; now she saw that It was a fault of the man. While they sat there she could at least avoid being the object of observation, but she knew that tbe'end of this song would be the signal for a general dispersal and realized that she would have to ii MARY 1MLAY TAYLOR I jS AUTHOR OF "ON THE RED STAIRCASE." ETC. 1 I llllill (Copyrighted, 1906, by Little, Brown Co.) (j) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (p where the patches are not all hemmed down and the raw edges, grin. She did not look for extremes, but she was prepared for Imperfections.

The suggestion that any human being wag either wholly bad or wholly good amused her. She had seen both the religious recluse and the worldling and she had found them human. Fred Cheever's Infatuation for Madame Syrene was only a society sketch in fine colors of the poor art student who squandered his money on the little daijseuse. As she looked at Schelling she becams aware of Madame Syrene's gaze. It was fixed on Fred Cheever and herself and there was a feeling so unmistakable In the glance that Mary smiled.

A whim possessed her suddenly; she was tempted to measure swords with the foreigner. If she kept Fred Cheever beside her that one evening would she not render Harriet a service? At least It would be amusing and it would defend her from the magnate. "You seem to be fascinated with Sehelling's bald spot," said Cheever at last; "you have been observing It for nt least five minutes. By the way, I beard he was out for a new wife to preside over that million-dollar palace." Mary turned with an amused smile. "It didn't cost quite so much, and there's au Italian Renaissance facade done in Vermont she said maliciously, "and two lions In bronze on the front steps; the ball Is in red "By interrupted Cheever sud- bluntly.

"Schelling Schelling! Good Lord! It's treason." He leaned on his chair frowning; he bad forgotten Madame Syrene. Mary knew It and smiled; the temptation of a beautiful woman to put her power to the test was upon her. She was conscious of the other woman's eyes and she was a little reckless and amused. It was like a game of chance and she held the winning card. It was Cheever's earnestness which startled her at last.

"See here," he said, bending toward her until his fingers nearly touched her hand; "your friends won't hear of It, Miss Hadding, you throw Schelling overboard; the thing's Impossible; It's Mary signed to him that the music was beginning; she would not talk when there was any singing. "Oh. hang Cheever murmured, "I thought the cauterwaullng was done. What In the world did I come for unless he looked at her and stopped. She was charming, the soft shadowy masses of hair curled about ber low forehead, touched bere and there with radiant tints, the curre of astutely; "my dear Mary, we cant play with fire without burning our fingers.

Besides, Christine Jerome was there, and she is easily equal to' an evening paper." Mary bit her lip; the old woman's-tolerant attitude spoke volumes. Tha girl would have preferred a curtain lecture, anything to show that she SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS Mary Lang. art student In Farl, la induced to Impersonate a fellow art student. May Hnddlng. by visiting Mrs.

Whiting, rich aunt of the latter, living In Washington, as real nlc. Sht Is accepted as the true niece, becomes a great favorite In Washington society, through her beauty and charm of manner. She teromes Interested In Lawrence viand, a rising statesman, rich and of distinction, who Is the despair of match-making mammas. Is attracted to an ambassador. Count Portucarrero.

chiefly because she finds In his home an ivory miniature of her mm mother an actrew. She is quite happy in her lmpjsiuro until Leonard Bishop, an artist she knew in rarls. who. knowing her and the real May Haddlng. knows of her Imposture.

She fears him, for he is In love with her. Her happiness is therefore turned te unhappiness through Blehcps persecutions, who thinks he fcrce her by his knowledge Into a promlss of marriage; her fear that the Count Portucarrero has penetrated her imposture, and by the suit of a trust magnate and multi-millionaire, one Schilling, her supposed aunt favurs and urges, the is Worried by appeals of May Haddlng in Paris for money. walk through the rooms on Fred Cheever's arm. The thought of the possible comments of five hundred busy tongues made her cheek burn, and ehe was In no very happy mood when, the song ended, the annlanse CHAPTER XIII. gossiped!" he exclaimed, "you know she's a salut, that's the reason we don't always hit It off; the strain's too dying down, Cheever turned again to shoulders and bedizened heads in front of him ho caught a glimpse of Madame Syrene who, as Molly Lane expressed it.

wore beautiful skirts and jewels. "You women are all alike," he observed sententiously; "you always rave to a fellow about his wife. Now, If you'd say that I was the most charming man that you ever met RESH from an intimate afternoon with Harriet Cheever, Mary was not without curiosity about Harriet's husband when she found him acciden 2 "I haven't made up my mind yet." I Mary replied; "you have always ig- great for me; I cau't keep trying ou my halo. Whom did you discuss?" he added with some curiosity. "We talked a little of you, I think," Mary replied with a calm smile.

He started and flushed; It dawned upon him that he might not figure well iu his wife's confidences If she made any to this charming and unmoved young woman. "I suppose I can't ask what you said?" be observed with an uneasy laugh. Mary shook her head, smiling. "That would be breaking confldeuce." "I expect she gave me away and told you I needed watching," he said aer. "It's impossible," he began; "Mrs.

Whiting's crazy Schelling Isn't anything socially; "he's only a big chump of a millionaire a a Mary interrupted him, smiling: "Don't let us discuss It," she said; "it Isn't a happy subject, is It?" "Why, no. It Isn't," he admitted, "but oh, hang It all! don't you see how It makes a man feel to see a girl sacrifice herself in this way? A girl like you ought to marry a man who could appreciate you." "Yes." Mary assented, "but do men usually appreciate their wives? Do norcd me at your wife entertainments and one cannot form an opinion iu a moment." He leaned more toward her: decidedly she was beautiful, he thought: the curve of her chin and throat was perfect. "If you are unprejudiced I think I can make you form a good opinion," lie said; "at least, I'm not fool enough to try if they've set you tally beside her In the evening at a inusicale nt the White House. Mrs. Whiting's wealth and her social skill had always achieved successes for her, and she was Included in the charmed circle admitted to the private entertainments given by the President's wife.

It was thus that Mary had the privilege of bearing a great singer in those historic rooms. Unexpectedly detached from his usual attendance upon Madame Syrene, Fred Cheever took a vacant seat by Mary Hadding, and during the interludes gradually drifted into con astutely, turning around and resting his arm along the back of his chair so as to face her. belonged to the type that she was familiar with In that generation, which, had sharper standards than ours. She began to suspect now that Mrs. Whiting's yellow teeth were stained with tobacco, that she had all the vices that were In the fashion.

The amount of liquor that was freely consumed at private tables had already amazed her; It was an age of Scotch whisky and cocktails. The divorcee and her matrimonial poacher were freely recognized. She had a vague feeling of slipping over a precipice with all her old prejudices, of finding a society she bad never pictured, where gambling was common and even fashionable. She saw that Mrs. Whlting did not care how much she flirted with Fred Cheever, if it did not repulse Schelling.

Her momentary gleam of pleasure at the admiration she had excited died like a snuffed caudle and she recoiled Into her corner. She was beginning to feel the temptations which might assail her, to see some of the pitfalls that actually beset her, and to realize the callousness of the worldly woman who was her guide In these labyrinths. As the carriage turned a corner near home she looked out and saw Ryland walklug alone toward his house. The sharp, clean outlines of his figure were cut out by the electric light, and she saw the severe repose of his face. It was a momentary vision, but she passed her hand quickly over her eyes.

What was she. after all? A miserable sham! Mrs. Whiting's voice broke in again on her revery. "Madame Syrene is dangerous," she repeated, thoughtfully, "very dangerous; she has au ugly temper, and she won't be interfered with. That's my warning to-you, Mary, and you had better remember it." Mary shuddered; what far reaching consequences a little moment ot thoughtlessness seemed to entail.

"Good heavens!" she exclaimed, with Impatience; "can't a girl do anything simple and natural in the world without being talked about?" Mrs. Whiting shrugged her shoulders. "My dear." she said, "no one is simple or natural in society, and a marriageable girl can't be too careful; her chances in a limited matrimonial market are just as delicate as blown, glass." against me." Mary gave him another enigmatical glance. "They?" she replied Innocently; "who?" He turned his eyes away, a little discomfited. "Oh, the other fellows, of course," he retorted.

There was a pause; Mary let him feel that his speech had been in bad taste and then she changed the note of the conversation. "There is Mr. you, for instance, thoroughly appreciate the charming woman whom you married?" Cheever flushed and laughed. "You can hit hard, Miss Hadding," he said; "I shan't dare to drop in to lunch when my wife has you there." "You never do," said Mary calmly; "wo nave Archie who is impartial to everything but boned turkey." There was a stir as people rose from their seats and began to move around and break up Into groups. Cheever walked beside her down the long room.

Several persons turned sharply and stared and Madame Syrene broke ber fan. Mary bore the ordeal well; her progress was in a way a triumphant tribute to her beauty and her success; she was becoming more aud more a central figure and was curiously forgetful at such moments of May Had-ding's all powerful claims and Leonard Bishop's fatal proximity. She let them slip behind her and gave herself up to the present, the new life that had opened so marveiously for They were In the midst of a group of Orientals from the embassies and more or less isolated In a maze of silk and pigtails. Mary noticed for the first time that he would be actually handsome if it were not for the unmistakable marks of dissipation and ill temper on- his face. But she was willing to forgive much In Harriet's husband all, iu fact, but his pursuit of Madame Syrene.

"Do you think that is the reason I am here?" she asked archly. Cheever looked at her with open admiration. "I'd forgive Harriet for sending you," he said, "but she never did: Harriet doesn't care a two-pence for any one but Archie; she's that kind of a woman. AVben I go home to lunch, and I don't often, I hear her crooning cradle songs in the nursery. That's all rlidit, Miss Haddlng, but a man can't live in a cradle!" Mary was conscious that he was trying to excuse himself by throwing the blame on his wife, and she gave him a look which he found Inscrutable.

Men always found Mary's looks inscrutable, but the long thick lashes and the wonderful eyes were all the more interesting. "Your wife is one of the most charming women I ever met," she said simply. Cheever bit his lip; across the bare versation. He was plainly without a soul for music and, like most men, he had a settled conviction that an entertainment at the White House was nn official affliction. There was no crowd to-uight, perhaps 500 guests, but he had an uneasy feeling that the herd would come and he should have to wait an hour for his carriage.

"My wife isn't here," he remarked; "went to bed with a headache Instead. By Jove, I wish I could do the headache act and get rid of this crowd. Harriet has sense on occasions, and this is one of them." "But there isn't a crowd," Mary pointed out, "and Harriet wanted to hear the music for she told me go." "Oh you saw her then?" Cheever looked at her interestedly; he was beginning to discover the charm of her V-yes. "Harriet spent the afternoon with me; we had tea and gossiped to our heart's content." "Lord, I didn't know Harriet ever She Looked Out and Saw Ryland Walking Toward His House. after you you that her cheek and chin was even more per denly; "he's chump!" Schelling, she said, "one can see his head rising with its white bald spot on top like I'uji-yama.

Can you tell me why he frightens poor little Mr. Apple?" Cheever laughed softly, his equanimity restored. "Does he?" he said; "Sehelling's a big gun In the trusts, and 1 expect he's here with a lobby; Apple's a poor little devil, In debt to his uose. I can fancy that Schelling may have a handle, and if he has he'll give it a screw every day till he gets what he wants." "Is that the usual way?" Mary asked, suddenly enlightened. "It's the dead 'easy way," retorted Cheever.

She looked thoughtfully over the crowd at the magnate's bald 6pot; niiiny things were revolving iu her mind, among them a shrewd estimate of Mrs. Whiting. Mary's attitude toward people was pessimistic; she had seen so much of the underside of life, her. Even the annoyance of Fred Cheever's attendance did not quite spoil her evening, and the fact that fect than he had thought, and he could not read the eyes under the soft straight lashes. "I must have come to see you!" he exclaimed under the cover of a burst of song.

Mary blushed. The full significance of her evening's trifling was suddenly revealed to her In an Illuminating flash. Had she really been so base as to lead Harriet's husband on to make love to her? That he was easily led into such delinquencies did not liberate her from her responsibility and Mary laughed with delighted amusement. "There are compensations," she said demurely; "he has not attempted to transport the bronze horses from San Marco." Cheever leaned more toward her; he was interested and his attitude was confidential. "Does Mrs.

Whiting mean to marry you to that chump?" he asked angrily; "it's like her. Hang it! You can't mean" "Why not?" asked Mary provoking- Mme. Syrene had been no match for her, was a fillip to her vanity. As for Cheever. he devoted himself to her for the remainder of the time and waited upon her aunt and herself when they went to their carriage.

After a while the coachman succeeded in getting through the gates (To Be Continued To-morrow.) 4 A MODERN SUN DIAL Books and Bookishness. ASSORTED MERRIMENT BY CHARLES WELSH MASON. The sun dial now found on the rich A WARM RECEPTION. VERY DANGEROUS. gt lround to follow the apparent motion of the sun, which casts a spot of light through a small hole in the upper of two screens on to a renter linu scribed on to a lower screen.

When the spot of light la on the line Greenwich mean time man's nuntry place la something more than an ornament if the owner is able to perform the computations necessary to obtain New York standard time. In Eng- Prof. Crittenden Long Awaited ,4 Nutrition of Man' Is Out many individuals, representing different types and degrees of activity, all agree in indicating that equilibrium can be maintained indefinitely, and health and streugth equally well preserved, if not Improved, on smaller quantities of food than custom requires. The lifelong experience ot individuals and of communities affords sufficient corroborative evidence that there is perfect safety In a closer adherence to the physiological needs In the nutrition of the body, and that these needs, so far as proteid food is concerned, are in harmony with the theory of an endogenous metabolism, or true tissue Sttr I i JOB "The Nutrition man" (Frederick A. Stokes Company, $3 net), by Russell H.

Crittenden, professor of physiological chemistry at Yale, Is an important medical work which been expected and awaited for a couple of years with unusual anticipations. Professor Crittenden has already established a cosmopolitan reputation as an authority on diet by his "Physiological Economy in Nutrition" and his lectures, and rumors have been current of the practical and exhaustive experiments on livo men and dogs which have taken place in the Sheffield School laboratories. The results of six months' experiments with a detail of twenty men of the Hospital Corps of the army have already been made public, but it was known that these experiments were to be further tested and corrected on the corpora vilia of more Intelligent collaborators, the college athletes and faculty, and that the present book would present conclusive results. "The Nutrition of Man," therefore, marks an epoch in the history of hygiene. Matters that have been in TALK for a hundred years are now reduced to irrefutable figures; and whether we will or no, we are now statistically compelled to acknowledge that we eat about twice as much as is good for us.

The rest is "up to us." If we care to disregard the warning, well and good. If we care to act on it and double our health by halving our expenditure, so HANOVER The Married Man Do you think au Ir. Bug Mr. Beetle had a' not time last night. Mrs.

Bug What, drinking again? Mr. Bug No he was nt Mrs. Firefly's reception. Fio. 2.

Fjo tomobiles are dangerous? The Old Bachelor Yes my brother took a girl out In one and he's going to marry her next month. WISE PLAN. NOT TWO OF A KIND. 1 ft 9 J) Uric acid owes Its origin in part at least to substances of this class, and as an ounce of prevention Is worth more than a pound of cure, we may by proper moderation in the use of such foods save ourselves from the disagreeable effects of accumulated uric acid deposits." Why, here Is the secret la your hands at once! All you have to do is to And out what articles of food contain "purin compounds," and you will recollect wandering, "les dolgts unls," through forests of analytical food tables. Turn up "purin" and this Is what you find: "Nucleoprotelds are compound substances, made up of some form of proteid and nucleic acid.

By simple hydrolysis with dilute mineral acids, they are broken down into proteid, phosphoric acid, and one or more bodies known as nucleln bases. Of these latter substances, there are four well-defined bodies, adenir, hypoxanthln, guanin and xanthin, which from their peculiar chemical constitution are known as "purin bases." Your brow clouds. This Is not exactly what you meant. After thinking it over, you read on: "In autolysis or telf-digestlon of many glands, such as the spleen, thymus, this chemical reaction Is easily induced by the action of the contained nuclease. Further, the liberated purin baseB then undergo change because of the presence of certain deamidizlng enzymes, and as a result guanin is transformed Into xanthin.

and adenin is converted Into hypoxanthln." H'm. However, since we have embarked on it "Adenin is known as amino-purm and guanin as amino-oxypurin. while hypoxanthln Is on and xanthin a dloxypurln." Patience, patience, you mutter to yourself, as yoa lay down the teapot you wers about to hurl at the mirror. "It has long been known that nucleo-proteids. nucleins and other compounds containing these purin radicles, when taken as food, cause at once an Increased output of uric acid, and It has been clearly recognized that In some way the latter substance, as a product of metabolism, mutt come from the transformation of nucleln bases.

This conversion is purely a process of oxidation, brought about by a typical intracellular oxydase, known specifically as xanthin oxydase, the reaction Invokel being ns follows: Now we have it: You say to yourself triumphantly; now I shall learn whether parboiled tea or Manhattan cocktails are the proper prescription for my particular rheumatism, or not. Eagerly you turn over the page. The mechanical range ot the typesetter will not embrace the problem that confronts you there. It is a sum In HX minua plus minus minus equals plus equals A lot more of the same sort and this was "uric acid." A conspiracy! The same old eternal conspiracy! You hurl the teapot at the mirror and sullenly light a cigar, realizing that doctors can never be rot to disagree on this one point, that their trade secrets must be preserved. much the worse for the meat trust.

Nevertheless, by table on page 274, it remains a that half a pound of fresh lean beat beats otiicr commodity on earth for supplying the requisite 60 grains, cf proteid per "ry. Prof. Chittenden would have us shun beef; not altogether, but nearly. While it is so rich In proteids that half a pound metabolism, In which the necessary proteid exchange is exceedingly limited in quantity. There are many suggestions of Improvement in bodily health, of greater efficiency in working power, and of greater freedom from disease, in a system of dietetics which aims to meet the physiological needs of the body without undue waste of energy and unnecessary drain upon the functions of digestion, a system which recognizes that the smooth running of man's bodily machinery calls for the exercise of reason and Intelligence, and Is not to be Intrusted to the dictates of blind instinct or to the leadings of a capricious appetite." When Socialism, that awful bugaboo, arrives, one of the first acts of its tyranny will be to regulate the diet of the human race; partly to expedite the leveling up and down of physical Irregularities, and partly to simplify the business of stats Issued rations.

It will surely go to Dr. Crittenden for Its tables. This, then, is the sort of diet we may expect for the most favored: BREAKFAST 1 shredded wheat biscuit; 1 roll: 1 cup of coffee; butter and cream. LUNCH 1 cup of soup; 1 slice of baenn; 1 small bakd potato; 1 rice croquette; 1 roll and butter; maple syrup and tea with lemon. DINNER 1 cup of soup; I small lamb chop, broiled: cup of mashed potato; half a cup of bread pudding; 1 roll.

1 Boston cracker. inches diameter, split: salad and cheese, and half a cup of black coffee. This menu supplies 60 grams ot proteid and 2.800 calories, the requisite food for a man weighing "0 kilograms. If more proteid is desired, add one bollod egg for breakfast; If more fuel, rdd extra oil to the salad; if more sawdust (bulk without nutriment), add fruits. Under tho Socialistic (or scientific) regime, food will not be sold by weight or bulk, but by calorific content, each "portion" representing a unit of nutrition.

Roughly speaking, the following are Identical "portions," or nutritive equivalents, of different kinds of food; equal In "total calories" but varying widely in proportions of proteids and fat: On large one large slice bread, an ordinary pat oj butter, one large egg. a dozen oysters, ore potato, two-thirds a glass of milk, a (one and a half ounces) of beef, rivt teaspoons of sugar. "The Nutrition of Man" is not. unfortunately, written for the ignorant layman. It cannot be read, marked and digested offhand.

It would require two weeks careful study and cross reference to master its language before attempting to understand its contents. This, by reason of the frequency ot technical terms, such as proteid a word in no way illuminated by definition, but only to be land there has lately been introduced a i is indicated. By turning another disk the necessary correction for the months modern sun dial, so arranged that it gives Greenwirh time directly. This dial is called the hello-chronometer. A Blm- may be made.

The use or a spot ot ngnt bisected by a fine black line makes it possible to note the time exactly, The ple operation of leveling sets the Instru e. ment. which rests on the usual pedestal, i dial is made entirely or gun me.al. rne Tom Do vou believe in keeping the uinKS i wins at your nouse, 8Es fcia.lv if he is cross Sre pretty boisterous Stted with a ball and socket device by idea Is that the hello-chronometer which the neressarv adjustments in iati-; serve a3 a ttandard for correcting watchea tude are effected. The hour circle slides and clocks once or twice a week.

eh? I'll them la tV. tho oirl rnn inKs rarKiy so. uue oi 1 I-IU tin 'J 'X. lie ava3 girlsterous. often call on.

WING SHOOTING. LISBON'S 0NE-H0SS SHAY. THERE ISN'T ANY. A SURE SIGN. Wirg-shootlng can no more be theoretically taught than can riding, skating, sailing a boat, milking a cow or playing the violin.

Practice and perseverance In this, as in all field sports, can alone I make perfect, while the most persistent effort, even then, often fails to a "crack shot." Orts'n rules, hewj-rr, supplies all a man wants in that line. It is so weak in something else that it requires four and a half pounds to supply the requisite "calories" or fuel, which is overloading him on the proteids. What would really make an absolutely -affl-cient meat ration, and coat only 30 cents a day, is one-quarter of a pound of beef, with two-thirds of a pound of bread and half a pound of butter. Thirty cents a day! It is what I have always said. Any man who spends more than 30 cents a day for food is on the road to ruin, not only financially, but physiologically.

And a man who spends 30 more is, presumably, already ruined. Let it be understood that there is nothing in the remotest degree "cranky" about Dr. Crittenden. The same can be said for very few of his famous, but unprofessional, partners in the trusade. Nearly every layman who has written books about diet even Cornaro or Horace Fletcher has been inspired by "cures" experimentalized on and by themselves.

It is an axiom which will not admit of dispute that any man who has treated himself for dyspepsia must be a faddist, as any man who has studied the Chinese language must be a lunatic. These two mysteries, with, perhaps, appendicitis and automobiles added, ar" infallible promoters of monomania. No symptoms of monomania are deterred in Dr. Crittenden. He is positive about little, didactic about nothing.

With indefatigable patience and good humor ht excavates, step by step, the buried secrets of nutrition, but when the Herru-laneum of the intestines is laid bare to the bald light of day. he modestly stands aside and leaves you to draw your own architectural conclusions. The ecneral sconp of the work is indicated in the following passage: long continued experiments on understood by a feeling in your stomach. ri.lshon is sinking the and the revult atalnet Anscl'-iusm Foeir.s, to '-i. The of ronr ati opinion Is EnslaiiLl should mleriert.

Cable Lisbon is singing the Marseillaise, Tyranny seems to be off its base; Absolutism would save its fa e. Guns must be found to meet the rase; So, in a terror o'er Liberty's cheer England is asked to interfere! Absolutism's a one hoss shay. Let it beware of the earthquake day; Lisbon is marked in a curious way, Marked for no measure of slow decay; Despots may tumble within a year; England will hardly interfere: Absolutism, disaster-crowned. When it gets up 10 stare around. May not its trap3 in a heap or mound.

As if they had been to the mill, and ground. You'll see. of course, if you're not a dunce Kow it goes to pieces, ail at once; Ail at on e. and nothing first. iis-t ae bubble do, when they burst! J.

A. For example: It is the practice of ac quis tivp reviewers to steal all the knowl FRESH PROM BOSTON. must govern tso heginner. oV I served, will materially aid him in beiox- Ing nn expert. When a novice takes the fleld for game i he is very apt to become flustered, or "rattled." at the critical moment when the bird is flushed, and then he will stare, open-mouthed, and wonder how it happened.

This often occurs in the Held, and the tyro invariably has some plausible excuse to offer. His "gun was not corked." he "stubbed his toe just as the bird rose," or some equally wak ex- planation Is made: or else he lays nil the blame on his dogs, whose 'houghts. could they but express them, would be interesting to interpret. The best wing-shonters do not close one eye in aiming, nor do they follow the bird in Its flights with the muzzle of the gun; but closing one eye is admittedly better than tightly shutting both, as many young would-be sportsmen have! been known tp do. James W.

Dixon, In Recreation. edge they can (for private use), as they fly through the squadrons of new books. Coming this standard work on diet, they mav think they see their way at From the Boston Globe This is the hieh tide of the year; enloy ieng'h to go behind the doctor. Suppose, It while you may, for presently the flood of new life will halt, all verdure grow nrummer Our asbesfns-linorl "hilled- Bronson Is there any doubt about for instance, their trouble was uric acid, Af'er reading the book for a week, they; might a', length hit a "key" or clew la a sentence on the very last page: i steel safes are fireprouf anivburglar proof I rusty and another measure of your existence, another one of your bountifully given chances to do something to warrant your being on this good earth at all, will "In eout and rheumatism, accumulated physiological knowledge teaches plainly prosperity? Woodson None whatever. If you don't believe tie have money to burn, look at the way ba celebrate the Fourth of Banker uell.

when you havfa cashier-proof safe, come 'round and see me day, sir. the necessity of avoiding those foods that have gone forefe'r. are rich la purin-coniaining compounds..