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HomeMy WebLinkAboutLucknow Sentinel, 1905-09-28, Page 3i ! CEYLON TEA. It is positively the finest in the world. Sold in lead packets. 40, 50, 60c per lb. By all grocers. in tea judgment so long a$ your faith to = LOVE AND A TITLE very silent said. “Cold 1 ” exclaimed Hal—“ it’s hot.” The princess glanced downward, for a moment. “ It is very hot in here,” she “Good-bye, papa.” And she stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. The prince held out his hand to Hal, and he saw that he was seated at the table and his book, almost before they had turned. The princess looked at Hal with the questioning expression of a child anx­ ious to glean his thoughts, but Hal star­ red straight before him. “Papa is always very busy,” , very softly and slowly. “He like this sunlight—it reminds Italy.” “Why doesn’t he go back asked Hal, in his delightful blunt Eng­ lish fashion. “He cannot,” she said, quietly; “they will not let him. Papa is banished. Hal stared. “He has offended the people in pow­ er,” went on the princess, reluctantly— “offands them still. All his friends are banished; all those letters are from the friends of liberty. You see, I she said, dees not him of there?” From the soup to the dusty apples and pears which /figure in the carte as “des­ sert,” the table d’hote drags its slow course to a conclusion, and, the ladies having retired, the gentlemtn, one and all, excepting the gentle Bell, begin smoke. Hal feels in al his pockets a cigar or a pipe, and is about to quest Bell to order a cigar ,when count, with a courteous little bow, dressing Bell, says : “Permit me to offer your young friend a cigar,’ ’and passes his case. “Thanks,” says Hal, in his direct fash­ ion; and Bell, getting up to cough and mope at a little distance from the clouds smoke, Hal moves into his chair. “This is a capital cigar,” he says in his outspoken fashion, “the first decent tobacco I’ve had since I left England. Most fellows bring their tobacco with them, but I wasn’t up to it. Some of the stuff they smoke here is simply abom­ inable; they grow it here in the fields, and you see it lying about like heaps of hay gone wrong. It nearly kills my friend.” to for re- the ad­ And he looks at Bell sympathetic­ ally. The count with a little smile—which adds another thousand or so wrinkles to his face—shrugs his shoulders. “Yes ?” After a time : “But one must put up with some draw­ back in travel—is it not so ?” he says, in that admirable English, which Rus­ sians alone among foreigners acquire. Hal nods. “And if you can’t get tobaccco, one can get English beer—the only drinkable to be obtained.” The count smiles, amused by this bit play of British insularity. “Perhaps,” he says, -with a little depre­ catory gesture of the white hands, “you have not tried the best of the German ■wines—Johannisberg, now.” “No,” says Hal, who had never heard of the king of Rhine wines. “Suppose,” says the count, “we see if our good landlord has a bottle.” “I’ll order one, " says Hal. The count serenery declares that he will not allow him; Hal as emphatically claims the honor of ordering it, and eventually Bell is called from the window to convey their joint wishes. In comes the landlord, a little fat man, with dark hair plastered to his head, and with huge ears, also fiat, and adorned with rings, and Bell in piping German, makes known the requirements. The little man wad­ dles off, returning with a bottle of Jo­ hannisberg, which, with a profound bow to the count, he uncorks, and, with sun­ dry flourishes, pours out. Bell takes a modest sip, and with trem­ bling eyelids, mildly declares-that it is good; Hal more vigorously pronounces it “something worth drinking,” and the count, with innumerable wrinkles, smiles, bows, strokes his mustache with his white hand, and pronounces Hie words “Very good”—which it ought to be, con­ sidering mine host will charge over a guinea for it. Hal is never loath to talk, to one of his own sort, at any time, and his tongue loosened by the wine, chats away in the best of humors, and is about to propose another bottle, when a man—evidently a servant—enters the room, and, with a respectful inclination of the head, he hands the count a letter. “Pardon me, gentlemen,” says his ex­ cellency, rising and opening it. As he does so he drops the envelope, and Hal, who is nearest, stoops and picks it up. In handing it to him he sees that it is stamped with an elaborate crest and armorial bearings, and that the address is in the thin, angular charac­ ters which ladies—Heaven only knows why—particularly affect. The count reads his letter. “Good, Fritz,” he says, “you shall bear the answer. Gentlemen, good-evening,” and, with a courtly bow, leaves the room. “Really,” says Bell, with bland enjoy­ ment, “a most polished old gentleman. Quite one of the old school. Depend up­ on it, my dear Hal, that travel is the finest, indeed, the only way in which one can gain experience and a knowledge of the world. I’ve heard that a Rus­ sian gentleman is the most high-bred product of modern civilization-----” “Yes,’ says Hal, cutting in ruthlessly, “he’s a fine old fellow. I wonder what he is—army man, I should think. Here’s the landlord; ask him, Bell ?” “My dear Hal, do you think—well, well,” he says, being as curious as Hal himself. “We were admiring his excel­ lency-----” “Ah, the count !” ejaculates the land­ lord, shrugging his shoulders to the ears, and blowing a vast cloud from his long meerschaum. “Ah, yes, he is a great gen­ eral—one of the old noblesse; but—” and extends his hand—“but, alas I — poor ! Poor as St. Christopher. It is a pity, is it not ? But, Eth, well,” and he wags his head philosophically, “he will mend that, you will see ! Oh, yes, that is for certain ! He will mend that.”—- Bel would like to ask how, but another fit of coughing, produced by the long meerschaum, drives him from the room, tod Hal, laughing, follows. U Being thoroughly tired, Hal does not lie awake that night thinking, neither does he dream of the Princess Verona; the only thing Hal dreams of being great "takes” of trout; but it is certain that, Etshe Scrubs away at his hair with two (brushes, hard and stiff enough to groom a dray-horse, he sees, mentally, the beau- tfful face, with the large, dark eyes that looked up at him so frankly that after- poon, and once more feels that peculiar dripping of cold water down the back which he experienced as he cut into the white arm with his penknife. If anything, it is hotter than ever the ' next morning; every window in the ho­ tel is open, and the stall-keepers are busy, very busy, leading against the posts and smoking wooden pipes calcul­ ated to hold an ounce at a load. Marvelously bright and fresh does Hal look, in his light-brown jacket and his knickerbockers; he has had a swim and thrown a fly or two; he has had his breakfast, which was composed of some­ thing more substantial than the usual rol and butter which in Germany consti­ tutes that meal, and he has brushed his closely-cut hair until it shines in the morning sunlight as brightly as Jeanne’s. The old fruit womaij shades her eyes and looks after him Admiringly as he goes down the white street; possibly he reminds her of her own boy, who now lies buried at Gravelotte in his Uhlan uniform, with many of his comrades around him! At the corner of the street there stands a little florist’s shop. Hal, with a little, half- ashamed glance to the right and the left, went in |nd purchased a white azalea, which thejittle damsel be­ hind the counter was kind DUUU6L : range in his buttonhole, and then on his way. Past the church, down into the up a long avenue of apple and trees, and at last he stood on grounds of the Villa Verona. It was a long, low-lying pile of ma­ sonry, gleaming white in the bright sun­ light, and bearing about it the signs of wealth and careful attention. A huge St. Bernard, that was lying on a terrace under the verandah, rose and bounded toward him, evidently with the intention of devouring him, but Hal put out his hand and patted him, and the dog was so surprised that he stopped growl­ ing and wagged his tail, keeping, how­ ever, very close to Hal as he ascended the steps and rang the bell. A tall manservant, dressed in black, opened the broad glass door. “Is the Princess Verona within?” ask­ ed Hal. The man inclined his head. “Si, Senor,” lie replied. (“I wonder whether he means “yes” or ‘no,” thought Hal.} But the man evidently meant yes, for he ushered Hal into the hall, which was of white marble, with fluted columns, and very large. Hal gave the man his card, and while it was carried in, amused himself looking at the tall palms standing in nots of majolica, and by conversing with the dog, who still mounted guard’ beside’ him. Presently the servant returned, and, with a low bow and a gesture of the hand, ushered him into a room at the end of the hall. He had barely time to take in its handsome proportions and its tasteful decorations, when a door opened and the princess came toward him. 1 i says—"almost Ital- you been to Italy with rather a sad DEADLY ANAEMIA ead s to Consumption Promptly Cured. Many a young life might from consumption if simple were promptly treated. Unless be saved anaemia were promptly treated. Anaemia is the doctors’ name for weak, watery blood. When the blood is in this strength. to break heijittle damsel be- kind enough to ar- i went vale, plum the CHAPTER XXV. If the Princess Verona had ......... beautiful down by the vailey yesterday, she appeared still more lovely to HaFs eyes in her morning dress of white pique, ex­ its „ ----- Halnoticed, in the half minute during which he held her hand, that her hair was coil­ ed tightly up to the shapely head, in the English fashion, and that it was like silk itself. She met him without a shade of em­ barrassment, but with a gentle smile of pleasure, such as a young girl might wear when welcoming an old friend. “You have come,” she said; “it is kind.” Hal, looking particularly tall, and feel­ ing hugely big and awkward—though he didn’t really look it—murmured some­ thing inaudible. “I hope your arm is all right,” he said, glancing at that member. “Oh, yes, quite,” she replied, with a little ripling laugh. “It was nothing, not more than a pin-prick. And have you made friends with Carlo?” she went on, playng with the dog’s soft ear. “Yes,’’ said Hal, “he is very friendly.” “He is not always; sometimes he is > strangers, aren’t said Hal, and ° patted Carlo 4 T looked which was without ornamentation cepting one crimson blossom on bosom, and was simplicity itself. of her conscience, closing her night si­ lication with an act of contrition. There is an hour of vigil kept on Thursday night in memory of the Saviour’s agony in the garden of Olives. In the silence of midnight the veiled nun glides down the dark passage of the chapel and there, in the dim light of the sanctuary lamp, prostrates herself in a long hour of prayer. When a Carmelite consecrates herself to the cloister by solemn vows to God she prostrates herself upon the earth un­ der a black pall as dead to the world. The habit she wears is also her shroud and she is laid to her final rest with feet all bare, as having followed Christ in the path of poverty. 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When half way up the mountain the climber becomes conscious of a perfume like strong ozone, and this perfume is no less deadly in its effects than the :_4. constitnents of alcoholic sooner has the climber this morning, and ventured to bring a few trout if—if you will be so good as to accept them.” “Thank you,” she says, opening the lid and looking in. “Yes, there they are— how pretty they look! Are you quite Bure you can spare them? Papa will be so pleased—he is fond of fish. I don’t know why some people don’t catch them—perhaps they don’t know how.” “It is not very difficult,” says Haty At this moment an elderly lady, dress­ ed in black, enters, carrying a basket of flowers. The princess says something in Italian to her, then turns to Hal. “My friend, Senora Titella.” Hal at once concludes that it is her companion, and bows; and the lady goes across the room with the flowers. The princess walks to the window, and draws aside the curtain. “It is lovely,” she ian weather. Have yet?” “No,” says Hal. She looks at him smile. “Oh,” she says, “you must see Italy. I am an Italian, and yet I am English.” “Your father-----,” says Hal. “Is Italian; my mother was English. She—she died in England, and therefore papa does not go to England?” “I understand,” says Hal, softly. The next instant the girl chases the melancholy from her face. “You are fond of flowers ?” “Yes,” she says, looking at the azalea, which makes Hal blush. “Come and see the gardens,” And she steps out on the terrace, catching up a light straw hat as she does so. As Hal follows into the garden, he notices that the companion has crossed the room and stands at the window, with a book in her hand. It is a magnificent garden, worthy of ■ the villa. Velvety lawns, set with glit- ■ tering beds of flowers, whose colors are 1 contrasted with the pure white of mar- 1 ble statues and fountains. It is, in fact, essentially an Italian garden, though ' Hal doesn’t know it. 1 The princess leads him through a mass of garden paths to a nook, made cool and shady by a grotto of ferns, over which falls the spray of a hidden fountain. 1 . “This is a beautiful garden,” he says, in his abrupt fashion. “Your highness ; ought to be happy.” She had been plucking the ferns grow­ ing near her, and looks up, with a fittle smile parting her lips. “Happy?” she said, as if his words had called up a question in her mind. “Yes, I suppose I am happy. But I am very dull sometimes." “Dull?” says Hal, looking at her sym- pathetially out of his honest “Yes, very dull,” and she little sigh. “There is only Titella—the lady you saw, Papa is always with his papers, and Titella—Titella is about the house. ? “Often.” he says. “Tell me,” she says, in her quisitive manner, which seems and confiding to English Hal, what do you do then?” “Oh,” says Hal, “I—I—well, ally go and shoot something, my rod, or smoke a pipe.” She laughs. “There’s nothing to shoot here,” she says, looking around, “excepting me; but you can smoke your pipe, if you like.” “But I’m not dull now, and I don’t want to smoke; shouldn’t think of it,’ says Hal; “and—and are ever dull!” She smiles. “I must learn to must I not ?” He laughs at the staining those soft, laugh seems catching, for she laughs, too. As she docs so the companion comes out upon the terrace. Hal looks up, and the. princess, follow­ ing his glance, turns suddenly grave and rises. “Will you come and see pa?” she says. Hal nods, and offers to take the fish­ ing-basket from her hand, but she puts it behind her with the gesture of a child, “No, I will carry this. They are mine now, you know.” Slowly they wind around the garden toward another part of the terrace, which surronds the house, and, ascending the steps, stop at a window, which is closed, and has the curtains drawn. Then the princess, with her hand on the window, looks around at him. “Will you tell me your name again?* she says. “Oh, 1 have not forgotten it,” she adds, quickly, with an evident de­ sire not to wound him; “but I am not used to English names, and may have made a mistake. Oh, here is the card, but tell me.” ’ Hal laughs. “Bertram—Henry Bertram,” he says. “You say ‘Hal’—was it not ‘Hal’—Jasf night ?” “That’s what I’m always called,” he says. “I like it best,” she says, and opened the window. To Hal’s astonishment, he saw the room within was lighted by a reading t lamp, close to which sat a tall and won- derfully thin old gentleman reading. i The princess went up to him and laid > _of °!5ert! her white hand on his shoulder; but it j was quite a minute before he looked up, > during which Hal noticed that a map of ; Italy was spread out upon the table, and that various plans—-of battlefields,’ he learned afterward—hung upon the wall. A dispatch box stood beside the table, and papers were littered over the room. |Presently the Prince Verona looked up ] and rose abruptly. . “Papa,” said the princess, “this is Mr. Bertram, whose fishing 1 so clum­ sily spoiled yesterday: he has brought me a present of some trout.” The prince locked across at Hal, shad­ ing his eyes, and bowed; then, as if by an afterthought, held out his hand, which was long, and as white as the princess’ own. “I am very pleased to see you, sir,” be said.. “1 am afraid mv child disturb­ ed -you yesterday?’ (Hal glanced in­ stinctively at tne princess, and won­ dered if the old man really did net real­ ize that this beautiful creature was fast growing into a woman.) “ Trout ? yes; 1 thank you! It is very kind ! Are you. staying at Forbach ?” “ Yes,” said Hal, “for a time.” “Mr. Bertram is going to the castle— to his sister, papa,” said the princess. “The castle, you know.” “Yes—yes,” said the old man. “Maz­ zini once stayed there. Is it a fine day, Verona ?” “It is beautiful,” said the princess. “It is very cold, I am afraid,” said the tell you because you are English, and the Fncrlish never KoL-.rmr ” he and English never betray?' “And the prince,” said Hal, “does never go out—is he always reading writing ?” “Almost always,” she replied. Then Hal looked at her, with a great swell of pity gushing up in his heart. Shut up in this place with an old man who preferred lamplight to sunlight, and never left his writing-table, and a wo- » a cat—this i i i eyes, smothers c papa and you know, books and busy Are you never dull?” little in- so frank ‘ tell me, I gener- or take yf I’m very sorry you shoot and smoke, thought of a pipe coral lips, and his I i mad who watched her like bright, lovely flower, with the artless grace of a child. To Hal it dreadful to be thought of. “Oh, but I am very happy,” she said, as if she—as she really did—read his thoughts. ‘ ‘I have iny flowers, and Carlo and Florida-----” (To be continued.) seemed too MATERNAL INSTINCT OF FISH. A Sense That is Apparently Wisely Lacking. “The female fish has no maternal in­ stincts whatever,” according to the superintendent, I. Nevin, of the Wis-_ consin State Fish Hatcheries. “In fact,” he is quoted in the Milwaukee Wis­ consin, “the fish is the most inhuman creature in existence, that is, of the animals which have any degree of in­ telligence at all. “Perhaps it is well that it is so, for if the parent fish took care os their young as other creatures do the waters of the earth would be filled with them in a very, short time. Under natural condi­ tions not one egg in a million ever be­ comes a fish a year old. As an example, I have seen female brook trout go up into the spawning places and spawn their eggs and then turn around and de­liberately eat them. “For the past few years I haye been much interested in experimenting with bass and studying their ways. Here the male parent has some maternal in­ stincts apparently. He builds the ‘nest’ for the female, some little pocket with a gravel bottom protected from the strong current, but with plenty of fresh water, and then hugs or pushes the female into . it. The eggs are spawned by the female, who swims away and leaves them to their fate. and then for a few days ■watches over ; them, ‘fanning’ them occasionaly to ' insure a circulation of fresh water and keeping off other fish who would devour the eggs. The male fish have been known to follow the little fry for several days, protecting them until they were able to care for themselves. “I have seen a school of say 1,500 ’ bass fry devoured in five minutes, by a few sun bass or perch minnows. Under the care of the fish hatcheries from 50 , to 95 per cent, of the eggs become fish ? fry. How rnary of the fry live to be a year old or so after they are planted in the streamse it is very hard to deter- , mine. It depends so greatly upon con- i ditions that no reliable estimates can be ’ made,” J i kidney trouble, palpitation of ’ heart, neuralgia, nervous troubles i those special ailments that make ; lives of so many growing girls and I men miserable. Be careful to get The male fertilizes the eggs ! ii IF YOU WOULD PE Be sociable. Be unselfish. Be generous. Be a good listener. Never worry or whine. Study the art of pleasing. Always be ready to lend a hand, Be kind and polite to everybody. Be self-confident, but not conceited. Never monopolize tne conversation. Take a genuine interest in other people. Always look on the bright side of things. Take pains to remember names and faces. Never criticize or others. i Look for the good in others, not for their i faultsi Forgive and forgetget benefits. Cultivate health, and thus and ciurage. Rejc icess a OVULAR. I say unkind things of Ice as genuinely in 5 in your own. injuries, but never for- ( radiate strength : another’s sue- j THE CARMELITES. very disagreeable to 11__ _ you, Carlo? You like dogs?” fjoirl TTol --4. again. . “So do I,” she said, “English dogs, espe­ cially. You have such nice dogs in Eng­ land—better than anywhere else.” ° Hal colored with pleasure. “You know England?” he said. She shook her head. “No, I have never been there.” “No?” said Hal: “I thought you had.” “Why?” she asked, with a smile. “Because you speak English so well.” She laughed and shook her head gently. ‘That is a compliment. But indeed 1 do not. My sentences are all wrong, papa says; he speaks English, oh, very well.” J Hal nodded. “I think Englishmen are the stupidest fellows in the matter of languages,” he said; “f----- \ meets knows anything but tongue.” “Ah, and why?” she said, quickly. “Because it is spoken all over world! ” “What a lovely morning it is! Have you been fishing?” and she glances at his basket, which he carries in his hand. “Yes,” says Hal; “I had capital sport prince, with a smiLs should have ‘scarcely any Englishman his one own the i Always be considerate of the rights and feelings of others.I Have a good time, but never let fun de- l generate into license. > Having a jtind word and a cheery, encor- ■ aging smile for veryone. Lear|i to control yourself under the most ■ tryingscircuirstances. Be respectful to women, and chivalrous in your attitude toward them. Mee® trouble like a man, and cheerfully enduro what you can’t cure. J Belieye in the brotherhood of man and re- I cognizf; no class distinctions. 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Full directions with every box. Sold by all medicine dealers or sent by mail at 25c. a box by writing The Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. I Privations of the Order Graphically De­ scribed. Little of the life of a Carmelite nun 1 is known to the world this side the bars. ' Imagine eleven women entirely cut off ’ from the world outside living 365 days ‘ in every year of their lives in almost ' absolute silence, penance, fast and self- ! denial; every hour of the day and much ■ of the night spent in oft repeated pray- I er, with no food except, the coarest; > wearing rough woolen clothing next ’ their skins winter and summer, frequent- ! ly adding td. this disconifort sharp in- , struments of torture. The order still retains the term “dis- I calced,” which was applied in the early t days when the nuns went barefooted, j However, Saint Teresa, .on an occasion ! when she was travelling^ overheard a ! comphnent of a young cavalier on her well turned ankle, and thenceforth she ordained that the members of her order should wear stockings. These are made of rough wool, and are fashioned in a loose baglike form. The dress of the Carmelite is of coarse wool, with a brown scapular, which reaches from the throat to the hem of the garment. Over white bands which frame the face is worn a long black veil. The Carmelite is received into the or­ der robed in white like a bride, symbolic of a spouse of Christ. Her bridal robes are then discarded and with them all in­ timacy with the world. The day of the Carmelite nun begins long before the world outside her clois­ ter is astir. Their fast is broken at 5 o’clock with black coffee and bread eat­ en in silence. Before the plate as an only ornament in their refectory is a human skull, reminding them to prepare for death. They abstain from meat ex­ cept in case of sickness, and fast rigidly eight months in the year. Following the morning repast, the black robed nuns go to the chapel and continue their long office of prayer. The morning hours are filled with work on vestments and scapulars. These nuns are noted throughout the world for their exquisite needelwork. One of their strict­ est rules is that no one of them shall ever be idle, and even when they are ill, some bit of sewing is ever at their side.s "*he noonday meal of a Carmelite con­ sists of two boiled vegetables, bread and tea and sometimes codfish. Then, and in the afternoon hours of prayer and labor, no word of conversation is spoken. The evening meal and the night prayer close the day, and with the exception of a little hour before retirement ■when the nuns are allowed to talk, the day of sil­ ence passes into a night of even great­ er solitude. The sleeping apartment of a Carmelite is not much larger than a grave. The bed is composed of two pine boards laid across two wooden benches, a coarsq tick filled with straw, a straw pillow, sheets of Saxony wool, winter and summer, and a brown woolen blanket. Above the head of the bed is hung a wooden cross with­ out an image to remind The Carmelite that she herself must be attached to the cross of Christ. A plain table, some- • times a rough box turned on end, a wooden chair without cushion and a pic­ ture representing some saint or event in the life of Christ, complete the ap­ pointments of the cell. After last chant,between 9 and 11 o’clock in the nun makes a strict examination intoxicating drinks. No reached the top than he staggers and finally falls in a stupor on the rocks, Men who once are said to have returned again and again to enjoy the sensation. A mountain in Singaung, in upper Burmah, is entirely covered with great blocks of iron ore. Dr. Noetling, of the geological survey of India, discov­ ered that the mountain was magnetic, the tremendous attraction rendering his compass and watch useless. There are undoubtedly a large number of people in the world suffering from the pangs of unrequited love, and to these unfortunate persons it is interesting to know that Dr. Martiner Reguera, of Spain, has discovered a spring, the waters of which will cure cases arising from hopeless tender passions. This extraordiary spring is situated at Alanje, and the lovesick lass or lad who walks into it is said to become wild­ ly hilarious. A spring was recently discovered by an American medico in Mexico which will cure those persons who are addicted to drink. The doctor declares that he cured a man who drank nothing but whiskey for twenty years of his craving for alcohol by his outward and inward application of the spring waters. There appears to be but one objection to this rapid cure. The majority of men and women who are fond of strong drinks do not care to have their passions removed by philters or douching. The bark of the upas tree of Java is over an inch thick and full of a strong juice, the merest touch of which upon the skin produces a most painful and irritating rash. The Java natives use this juice for getting rid of their enemies. To satisfy a private revenge they hide a bowl of it in the room of a sleeper and by the moil­ ing the victim has succumbed to its evil effects. The fluid gives off a most pois­ onous gas, which produces stupor and finally death. The “home of the hot devils’” is an island of fire situated in the centre of a huge lake of boiling mud and slime in Java. Gases arise from the lower depths and form enormous bubbles in the sticky mud, which grow and increase until they attain a diameter of five or six feeet. These bubbles are often carried skyward by the wind, where they finally burst with a loud explosion. The biggest snow lake ever seen by Sir Martin Conway, who explored the Karakoram range of mountains in 1892. From the summit of Hispar' pass, which he traversed for the first time on record, he looked upon a vast level lake of snow, over 300 square miles in area, sur­ rounded by innumerable giant peaks. The sea of ice near Chamouni, in Sa­ voy, Switzerland, is more like a lake of snow than anything else. The surface of the ice is broken up by solar heat, and this minute fissuring give it the ap­ pearance of snow and it is often mis-'l taken for such by tourists. The finest milk-white lake in the world was discovered by Herr Thoroddsen in Iceland, who christened it the, Langis- jor. It stretches from the margin of the mighty glacier which forms the western side of the Vatria-Jokull, and the, gla­ cier water of which it is composed is of a pure milky white color. A similar lake, but on a smaller scale, is situated about thirty miles from Tauranga, in New Zealdan. So far only one stone has been discov­ ered in the world which actually fore- tels changes in the weather, and it was found in Finland many years ago by an explorer.This stone, which is known as the semakuir, is mottled with white spots, but just before an approaching rain­ storm it turns absolutelv black. The semakuir is composed of clay, rock salt and nitre. When the, atmos­ phere is dry the salt in the stone shows itself in spots on the surface, but when rain is expected the salt, absorbing the moisture, turns black andtliu- aevs as barometer. have climbed the mountain a Mr. Skunk. He is nocturnal. He is no end of slow. He never accelerates his step. He is of most cleanly habits. As an epicure he is famous. There is no denying he is a thief. It is said he founded the Don’t Hurry Club.In winter he takes a sleep of six weeks. Owing to the beauty of his fur he is cultivated on skunk farms. His immense tail sets back over his body as jauntily as that of a squirrel. He is a soft, beautiful animal, with a pretty face and head, and delicate teeth. Freshly laid eggs and the youngest of “broilers'” form liis favorite “late din­ ner.” His means of defense, the awful odor lie emits, is used only in the greatest danger, and in it he feels the utmost con­ fidence. After Mrs. Hon has comfortably gath­ ered her fuzzy tribe under her sheltering wings and gone sund asleep, Mr. Skunk steals up and quietly abstracts chick af­ ter chick. The poor bereft mother wwy find but two of her promising family i» the morning, while round about she may discover dainty little legs and beak#.