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Lucknow Sentinel, 1907-09-18, Page 2| THE SACRIFICE 4- $ *4“ $ *4*I y OR FOR HER FAMILY’S SAKE. CHAPTER VI.—(Continued). She had a long time to wait. Could he have forgotten that she was waiting here? And Katie was by no means ac­ customed to wait. What did she care if he had .promised a book to Lora? What did it mean? Katie made up her mind to study this book a little, before she gave it to Lora. She did not be­ lieve in this, sort of thing. Lora was a hypocrite. She so often blushed when they mat the doctor in the walks, or when any one mentioned his name. Katie suddenly stamped her foot and clenched her fist. She could have shaken Lora for sheer vexation, and ye1 she did not know for What. She would go away, and yet she was held back by the thought that she must find cut what it was about the book. At last he came. The book was wrap­ ped up in a newspaper. “Were you afraid?” he asked. “You ought to 'have gene in to my mother.” “I am not afraid,” she replied cross­ ly. She snatched the book out of his hand. “Is there anything else I can do?” “No; Fraulein von Tollen knows about it. But perhaps it may interest you to know that I cannot give the lesson in literature next Thursday, because I am going away for a week.” “Indeed! A pleasant journey!” She meant it to sound very indifferent. “It is not a journey of pleasure," tie remarked, “I am going to a philology meeting, in Maniz. But we will go now. I will accompany you ho,me.” “No, thank you," she replied, “I should much prefer to go alone. Good­ evening.” Katie fled through the garden, out into the street, as if she feared pursuit. Not until she got into the street that led into the town did she go more slowly; but then the book burned like fire in her hand. She stopped under a gas-lamp beside the bridge, and looked at the packet. It was tied up with a string and fast­ ened with a seal. Her mouth took on a cold, scornful expression, which ■made the young face look older by many years. Her fingers twitched as if they must break the seal, but she left it untouched. “It is shameful!” she murmured, hur­ rying on with redoubled haste. She rushed noisily into the door of her father’s house, and, as she heard Lora’s voice in the kitchen, she stood the next moment before her sister, who was busy at the stove, getting ready her father’s supper. “Here!” she exclaimed in a hoarse tone, holding out the packet to Lora, “here is your book.” “What book?” was the surprised in­ quiry. “The book from Dr. Schonberg. You needn’t look so surprised. Take it. I am not anxious to stand here holding it to you.” Lora took the saucepan, in which her father’s bio th was cooking, from the fire, and then took the packet. Katie stood with folded arms, watching her sister as she stood at the kitchen-table before the little kerosene lamp, untied the string, and took a book out of the wrapper. As she opened it a slip of paper fell to the floor, unobserved by her. Katie did not stir. Lora shook her head. “A Greek lexicon- Katie, there must be some mistake." The young girl laughed aloud. “The explanation is lying at your feet, Lora,” she cried. “Probably; Schon- berg hadn’t an idea that you would find it so hard to comprehend; other­ wise he would no doubt have written on the outside of the packet, ‘A billet- doux within.’ ” Lora stooped quickly and picked up the note; she read it, blushing deeply: “I did not meet yout to-day, Lora, and I wanted to see you. I must talk with you about speaking to your father, for I cannot bear this sort of thing any longer. Make up your mind, and come to-night, after dinner, to my mother. I have told her everything. I must say good-bye to you for eight long days. I have just found a letter which calls me to Maniz. If you love me, Lora, grant my request.” She remained standing, with drooping head, and a thoughtful expression on her lovely face. Could she manage !t this evening? But there was no ques­ tion about it—she must speak to him before he went away. She wanted to fee! herself protected from Herr Bech­ er’s persistent attentions; at the worst she would go secretly. A heavy sobbing aroused her. “Why, Katie, why are you crying?" she asked. “Oh, you!” gasped "the young girl, with eyes sparkling with anger; “you —go; you are horrid; you have a clan­ destine love-affair; you arc deceiving father and mother. You have thrown yourself away-----” Lora calmly poured the broth into her father’s large cup, and when she was ready to leave the kitchen, she said gently: “Come, Katie; father is waiting for his supper. I will answer you after­ ward.” She went upstairs with the steaming broth, and entered the old gentleman’s room. He was sitting in his arm-chair by the stove, smoking, as usual. “I should think you had been grind­ ing the meal,” was his greeting to nis daughter. “Punctuality has gone out of fashion. Where is your mother?” “She is downstairs in the parlor, with Aunt Melitta; Frau Becher has only just gone." “What do those old women want anyway? I could hear that old Becher shrieking all the way up here.” “She wanted to inquire how I was after the ball," replied Lora, shrugging her shoudders. The u.aisiTf './Im had been drinking his 9 broth, wiped off his moustache laughed. “An old cat, eh, Lora?” £ 4* $ , ■ 4 -4»■£ ¥ and comb?' Yes, papa. “And that pack have millions, and they don’t even know how to spend it decently. And we must go hungry. There must be something wrong with the regulations up above, or else that fellow Adalbert would be making shoes fC'- the regiment, eh, Lora? Or do you like him?” She stroked his unshaven cheek ten­ derly. “Dear papa,” she said. “Lora,” called Frau von Tollen. The daughter hurried to the door. “Yes, mamma.” ‘Aunt Melitta will stay to tea,” was the answer; “boil a few eggs.” She ran down the stairs in dismay. That was stupid of Aunt Melitta. “But soft, child, very soft,” called out the old Fraulein, after her. When a few minutes later, Lora car­ ried the tea into the little dining-room, she found her mother, aunt, and sister already sitting there. Rudi’s place, next Io her own, was vacant. The major always took his supper in his own room. "Fraulein Melilla was exces- snely talkative, and she appealed con­ tinually to Lora.. “I was just saying to your mother, Lora, that one ought never to judge tco quickly. This Frau Becher is real­ ly a charming woman; a perfect lady, Lcrchen.” “She lakes almost as much upon her­ self as if she were one,” remarked Katie. “Katie, I must beg that you will not be so ready to give your very unripe opinions,” said Aunt Melitta reproving­ ly and her curls shook all over her. head; “besides, I was not speaking to you. I spoke to Lora.” “Lora has no time to-day to think about Frau Becher,” replied Katie, sticking an egg with her knife, “have you Lora?” “We have some secrets to talk over, by-and-by—about papa’s birthday.” “After tea, I hope,” said her mother. “Yes, mamma.” ' Lora cast a grateful glance at her sister, but Katie looked through her as though she did not exist. “Really, I have seldom -seen anything so tasteful as the Becher’s furniture, began Aunt- Melitta, again. “Omy fancy, dear Marie,” she continued, turn­ ing to her sister-in-law, “the salon is fitted up with violet velvet, and in the boudoir, adjoining, they have maize­ colored satin, embroidered with flow­ ers—a charming effect. I shall decorate my next doll’s house like it; and more­ over, Frau Becher declarss that the upper rooms, which her son partly oc­ cupies now, and which he will fit up entirely when he gets married, are I much handsomer. The bride whom Adalbert may choose will not find it necessary to bring more than her per­ sonal wardrobe with her, for everything else is already there.” “Except decent ideas,” murmured Katie, fortunately so low that her aunt could not understand her, and had to ask what the young lady said. “Oh, nothing,” replied the latter; “I was only talking to myself; it is. a ha­ bit I have.” “Yes; and Adalbert Becher told me yesterday, that he would not go any­ where but to Italy on his wedding-jour­ ney. He has often been in ‘the land where the golden orange glows;’ ‘Thi­ ther, oh, thither—’ Lora, how does it go? ‘I would go, 0 my beloved, with thee!' My poor dear Plover used to sing it so beautifully.” Lora suddenly got up. “Will you excuse me, mamma?” “Yes, but make haste; for papa wants to play a rubber of whist. As auntie is here, we can easily manage it if you play too.” “Mamma,” stammered Lora. v “Go now, quickly, child. You Know your father is so impatient.” Imra, followed by her sister, ran through the dark hall into the little salon, which was opposite the dining­ room. It was a very plain, room, dimly lighted by the kerosene lamp, which— still unheard of extravagance!—was burning on the table before which the ladies had been sitting with Frau Becher. It was all very poor and plain, and ye! there was an air about it that al­ ways gave a visitor a sense of com­ fort. The walnut furniture, with its polish worn off, an old-fashioned mir­ ror, in a horribly ugly gold frame, over the console, between the muslin cur­ tains, with a clock in front of it which had long since ceased to go; a large flowered carpet, before the sofa; on the right and left an arm-chair, an old embroidered fire-screen, a. littlp tetra/ gere, on which stood an alabaster vase, which here and there showed marks of repair, and a writing-table, a very use­ less piece of furniture, covered with little knick-knacks from better days, when the mistress of the house was young and beautiful. Here Lora sank into a chair. “Katie,” she cried, “you must help me!” “No!” replied the perverse girl. “But you don’t know----■” “And I don’t want to know." “Katie," Lora went up to her with, clasped hands, “we have always been fond of each other—I love him so much, Katie—do help me!” The younger girl’s face grew pale as death. “You cannot have such a foolish pre­ judice, Katie, as that we are not suited to one another because I happen to be called Lora von Tollen, an?! he Ernest Schonberg. Katie, he is such a dear, splendid fellow, and you like him, too-----” “No!” gasped Katie. “I must speak to him this evening," said Lora, taking another tone. “If you will not help me, then I must manage for myself. I only ask you to say no­ thing;.” “That Is of course,” replied her sis­ ter, with a curling lip. “Lora, Lora!” sounded a voice out­ side, “your papa is waiting.” “Katie,” implored the young girl, “I cannot get out—I beg of you—no one will miss you; run over to Frau Pastor S.chqn^ergas,. and say I cannot come, much as I -Would like to——” “In the name-of.all the devils!” thun­ dered tHe-’^iajbr, hat the head of the ‘what' are you about? Will you Lora flew to the door. “I am coming, papa, this moment! Katie, for Hea­ ven’s sake go! Say I will be at the station to-morrow morning, at half­ past seven. It is no matter if some one does sec us. I beg of you to go, Katie, if you care for me at all, and I will thank you all my life. Tell him not to fret-----” Her eyes were full of tears. “Oh, yes,” murmured Katie, and Lora flew upstairs. Katie did really put a shawl round her and steal out of the house. She knew she would not be missed; every one would think she was writing her exercise. It was a dark, stormy night; the lanterns, which were swung across the street, swayed- in the wind. The young gi.r' walked very fast; though she did not realize it herself, she almost ran. Her head seemed burning, and the whole world seemed to be turning round with her, she felt so oppressed and so melancholy; and yet she was angry. She thought what a comfort it would be if she could seize Lora by the arm, and shake her, and say to her very face: “You serpent—you hypocrite!” As she drew near to the Schonbrg's garden-gale, she began to walk more slowly; she felt about in the dark for the latch, for there was no lamp here, and she looked for the small ray of light over the blinds of the Frau Pas­ torin. It was all dark in his room up­ stairs. All at once she felt her hand seized, and the next moment an arm was thrown around her, and a kiss was pressed on her lips. “Lora, Lora, thank God you have cornel” murmured a passionate voice. She was quite overwhelmed by this, and for the moment she could not utter a word. Not until he had kissed her forehead and her hand, and repeated, “Lora, my Lora!” did she find strength to free herself from his arms, and thust him away. “It is I,” she said hoarsely, “Katie- Lora could not come.” For a moment he remained silent.. Then “Katie?” sounded in her ear in a tone of vexation and disappointment. “I could not help it,” she murmured, beginning to sob. “No, no; only you must excuse me, Fraulein Katie. I hope Lora confided m you. But won’t you come in?” His voice now- sounded as cool and com­ posed as if he were at his desk. At this moment the house-door open­ ed; light streamed out into the dark­ ness, and the small figure of the Frau Pastorin appeared like a silhouette in the frame of the doorway. “Is my little daughter there?” £he asked in a low and pleasant tone. “No, mother; it is Fraulein Katie." “Will you not come in?” the old lady asked, repeating her son’s invitation. “No, I cannot; I will not,” murmured the girl, retreating. “I only wanted to say that Lora could not come; she had to play whist with papa and Aunt Melitta; but she will come to the sta­ tion if she can, or will write.” “Was it really so absolutely impos­ sible?” he inquired bitterly. She shrugged her shoulders. “Lora said so—but Lora is a coward,” she muttered passionately; “if I—it it bad been me—good-night!” She disappeared suddenly in the darkness. When he hurried after her to the gate, he could perceive no trace of her in the lonely, dimly-lighted street. “Let the little will-o’-the-wisp go; what can happen to her in Westen- berg?” he murmured, and went back in a rather angry moo-d. Lora ought to have come, he thought; she ought to have found ways and means. Why should she be so particular when it re­ garded the happiness of two people? Was it not a rather petty trait? He stcod before his mother with a pale face. “Well, well," said the old lady com­ fortingly, putting the cake-plate and the teacups carefully away, which had been taken out for the refreshment of the expected guest. “These are a lov­ er’s troubles, my boy. Don’t fret; it will all come right.” Lora sat at the whist-table, with the cards in her hand, and listened to every footstep that went- by in the street. ‘Confound it, look what you .are about!” shouted the major, who was her partner. “I played clubs. The way you play is enough to drive one mad!” j She looked at him absently. “There comes Katie upstairs,” said Fraulein Melitta, as she trumped the trick. “Thank you, Lora; we are sure Io win now.” “The devil may play with you!” thun­ dered the old man, flinging his cards < n the table. “I would rather have a dum­ my.” Lora got up hastily and went to the door. “Come here!” shouted the major; “sit down and pay attention. How else will you ever learn ” She returned obediently and sat down at the table again, like a marble sta­ tue. Now and then the major asked her a question: “Well, child, how would you manage that? How would you play?” She looked at him with an axious giance as her thoughts came back from her lover. “Papa, I have a bad headache," she Baid in excuse, as the cuckoo-clocH struck ten, and the cards were shuf­ fled again. “Go to bed, then, for all I care,” grumbled the major, as he arranged his cards. Shle said “Good-night,v and went quickly to her sister’s room. Katie was sitting on her bed; her cheeks burned like fire, and her eyes looked fixedly st Lora. “Katie,” cried Lora breathlessly, tak­ ing her sister’s cold hand in hers, “did you see him? What did he say? Was he angry?” Katie shook her head. “I told him what you said, and what else had I to do?” she replied, turning away. “No, nothing else. I thank you, Ka­ tie,” was the disappointed reply. “But arc you ill?” she asked, as a Slight shiver passed over the frame of the young girl. “No, let me alone-” “Don’t be so horrid, Katie. When a girl loves a man, she doesn’t think about his family tree.” Katie laughed shortly, but. she did not reply. Lora made an attempt to stroke her hair, but her sister thrust her away. “Let me alone!” she repeat­ ed. “Good-night, Katie,” said Lora, and went away. She had hardly shut the door behind her when the bolt was shot and she thoubht she heard pas­ sionate sobs. “Katie!” she called once, but all was still. She went into her room and began to write a letter to Ernest Schonberg: “Yes, Ernest, it is better that you should ask my father’s consent as soon as possible. I am so anxious -and afraid. As soon as you come hack from M., come to papa, and I will prepare him. I wish you a pleasant journey, but don’t forget. “Your Lora.” “In case of an emergency.” she mur­ mured, “if I cannot go to the station, Katie must take it. She will have had her cry out by that time, and will get reconciled to it, the foolish, proud child!” She stayed awake for a long time yet and read, in Scheffel’s “Trompeter von Sakkainen." The lamp lighted up her pure, beautiful face, which looked so happy at this moment, when she was dreaming over a charming poem. Then she started up suddenly. The outer door shut. “Rudi!” she cried, and, like a heavy weight, the anxious reality settled down on her spirit. (To be Contiucd.) ------------------- WHAT SMALL MISHAPS WILL DO. Single Ton of Coal Put Into Wrong Bunker Sunk a Ship. The foundering of that “crackest” < f al! the crack German liners, the Kaiser Wilhelm II., in Bremen Harbor the olher day, serves to show how easily vulnerable -are these modern marine monsters, given precisely the right- con­ ditions. The Kaiser Wilhelm -could not have been sunk in open ocean by any storm no matter how fierce, -and she was fire­ proof and practically unsinkable by collision. Yet, so slender is her beam, in the interests of the speed she is built for that a comparatively small weight of coal placed a little too much to one side caused her to capsize. A very similar accident, it will be le- membered, happened to the Orient liner Orotava at Tilbury, England, some few years back. And in 1899, again, the fine new steamship Utica was sunk in New York Harbor owing to a single ton. of co<al being shot by mistake into -the wrong bunker. Through a small valve being accident­ ally left open the Iron Duke was" once filled with water, $650,000 worth of damage being done. A steel spar fal­ ling from aloft pierced through and through the huge Esperanza as she was lying empty in Canton Harbor, and sent her to the bottom. The breaking of one link in a chain attached to ner sleering-gear sent the Utopia drifting helplessly on top of the Anson's ram in Gibraltar Harbor during the night of March 17th, 1891, with the result that she went to the bottom, and nearly six hundred of her passengers and crew were drowned. Then, of course, there is the typical case of the Royal George, the finest man-of-war in the British Navy of that lime, which was lost in Portsmouth Harbor on August 29th, 1872. While heeled over to repair a pipe, a sudden gust of wind washed the sea into her ports, and down she went, with the resultant, loss of come nine hundred valuable lives. WORK HARD AND DON’T WORRY. Rules for Living to be 100 Given by Mrs. Brown, Who is 105. Mrs. Johanna Harper Brown, of Wor­ cester, Mass., who celebrated her 105th birthday the other day, delivered a short lecture on the value of hard work for prolonging one’s days. The boys and girls have too easy a time, Mrs. Brown thinks, and depend too much upon their elders to clothe and feed them. Plenty of hard work is good medicine, according to Mrs. Brown, and she adds that’if she had not worked hard all her life she would have been dead long ago. She thinks it better for a woman to work hard than to waste her energy carrying a poodle dog. “A great fault of most women to-day Is that they worry too much,” said Mrs. Brown. “Worrying isn’t going to help them at all and I always made a prac­ tice not to worry and fret. “Just take things as they come, and take it easy. When women do that they will live to be as old as I am.” Mrs. Brown is also certain that the same rule applied to man will lengthen his days. Mrs. Brown was born in Montreal and went to Massachusetts eighty-four years ago, making the trip overland by wagon and on horseback. She was of a family of six children and the mother of eight. Her hearing is perfect, she reads news­ papers without glasses and daily climbs a flight of stairs unaided to visit neigh­ bors in the house on Lake street, where she lives with.her daughter. She believes in the old oreder of meals breakfast at 7, lunch at noon and sup­ per at 6. At the birthday celebration this week there were ninety descendants of Mrs. Brown present and five generations. -----*----“When she gave you the piece of cake, did you say ‘Thank you’?” “Yes, ma; but it didn’t do no good." “Didn’t do any good?” “No; she didn’t give me another piece!” Howell—-“A good deal depends on the formation of early habits." Dowell— “I know it. When I was a baby my mother paid a woman to wheel me about, and I have been pushed, for mon­ ey ever since." FAMOUS DEATH VALLEY IT HAS BEEN THE SCENE OF MANY TRAGEDIES. Gradually Losing Its Terrors—Railroads Entering—Stories of Robbery and Bloodshed. The famous Death Valley of Colorado is losing its terrors. Perhaps no other area of equal size in the world has been the scene of so many tragedies and dastardly crimes. Now the hand of civilization is reclaiming this devil’s garden of the West. It will be Death Valley in name only, or as a memory, in but a few more years. Formerly only desperate characters lived on the desert, but within the last few years they have been practically thinned out, and the advent of rail­ roads and the consequent rush of min­ ers will complete the renovation. OLD DAYS OF CRIME. The desert characters are not so dangerous as they were even a few years ago. There are several settle­ ments of “Arabs” scattered throughout the desert, one of these being not far from the borax mines-, where they are within easy reach of passing teams. There was another band that hibernat­ ed near the Black Crater, in San Ber­ nardino County, several miles east of Johannesburg. Like the Orientals from whom they were named they left with­ out being allowed the formality of fold­ ing their blankets. At Leake’s Springs about forty miles from Johannesburg, was a “Robbers’ Roost,” the most noted and dangerous spot on the desert. It was settled in the early days by criminals, principally from Los Angeles. Here they held up the first waggon train from Salt Lake bound to Southern California, killing several, burning the waggons after plundering them and taking the stock. These thieves, like pirates wailing for a treasure ship, waylaid and robbed the borax waggons after pay days, and killed the teamsters if they resisted. Mining prospectors who passed that way were never seen again. In addition to the ranch house of the robbers there was a saloon. BEGINNING OF GRAVEYARD. Now there is only a row of stones marking the lines of the walls. Near­ ly on a sloping mesa was an old In­ dian camping ground, where agate, jasper and obsidian chippings. are found. From a peak above, a figure resembling an elephant’s head, carved by the hand of nature, seemed to be looking down upon the desolate and once bloody scene. There was a pitched battle be­ tween the outlaws and the Indians, but the red men were vanquished by the longer range arms of the paleface. In the Valley of Death at Saratoga Sorings, on the banks of the shallow Amagorsa River, are the rums of two stone houses, one of which was a store and the olher a saloon. This spot was settled in the early days—more than half a century ago—and the place did a lively business, as the road was spot­ ted with teams. Nearby is a grave­ yard. The place bore a bad name, and more than one teamster was killed end robbed at this oasis. Local tradi­ tion records a noted gun fight fe&tween a teamster and his “swamper,” in which -both were killed, and this was the beginning of the graveyard. A “swamper” is a helper who walks along and helps the 'teamster manage the Tne, pulls on the waggon brakes and also assists the teamster in swearing.-----*---— TRAVELLING TELEPHONES. The Civil and Military Gazette re­ ports that Lord Kitchener has -accept­ ed for use in India a form of movable telephone, which can be employed with great facility in the field. The cable weighs only seven pounds per mile, but is so well insulated that it can be stretched across a stream of water without loss of current. It withstands a strain of 120 pounds. An apparatus .for placing and removing the cable, working automatically, and capable of being attached to a saddle, is employ­ ed. Recently in the Punjab a horse­ man, proceeding at a gallop, placed the cable over a distance of two miles in seven minutes. To remove it 18 min­ utes were required. -----------O----------- FORTUNES TOLD FROM TEA-LEAVES After a tea-party or a picnic it adds to the general entertainment if the hos­ tess can read her guests’ fortunes in their teacups. An old lady who has built up quite a reputation in this way has revealed to us how she does it. “Is the first place,” she says, “you must turn the cup upside down above the saucer, and slowly revolve it three times. Then start your inspection. If there are any drops of tea adhering to the cup, it is a sign of tears to come. A long line of leaves means a journey, and if the line is broken, a sea voyage. A little square patch means a letter. A circle means a proposal of marriage, and a short line means a visitor. Then there will be patches resembling ani­ mals and objects, such as birds, etc. Having observed all these indications, you start to weave your story, using your Imagination freely, but keeping everything within the bounds of pos­ sibility, from your knowledge of your guest’s character and circumstances.*’ ---------->?<--------- “What do you call your little dog?” “i used to call him William until be 'had fits, and now I call him Fitzwil- liani!” _____________ BUY WATER BY POUA'D SOME REMARKABLE NATUKE FAtTIfj SIMPLY TOLD. Everything You Eat Contains More or Less Water, and You Have to Pay for It. How much a pound do you pay for water? Not what you draw from the well, dear madam, but the water you buy at the market. You don’t buy v^a- trr at market, you say. Indeed, you are mistaken. You purchase it there every; week in considerable quantities, and the price you pay tor it is well-nigh stag­ gering. For instance, you go to market and! buy a porterhouse cut that weighs two; pounds. That is to say, when the but­ cher puts it on his scales, it looks as' though you were getting two pounds oL sleak. It never occurs to you to reflect that the meat and bone contain scat­ tered through their tissues, no less than; two tumblerfuls of plain, ordinary' water. HALF TIIE STEAK IS WATER. In other words, slightly more than half of the steak is water, which, at 25 cents a pound, is a good deal to pay for such a commodity. But, whatever you may choose to purchase, you are “up against” the same fluid proposition. You buy a six-pound leg of mutton, and the market man charges incidentally at the regular rate for three pints of water which it contains. If you pick out a chicken for roasting that weighs two pounds and a half, it holds one pint ol water. A ten-pound turkey contains two quarts. EVEN IN FISH. It is much the same way with fish. A six-pound shad contains just, about a. quart of water; but the roe, taken by it-l self, is less than one-third solid matter.; A lobster is nearly one-third water. The, average fish that lies, dresed, on the stall in the market is about six-tenths water; and even a salt cod, which looks as if it were one ol the dry-est things in the world, holds a pint of water ton every two pounds of meat. Chestnuts are nearly one-third water, but black walnuts, English walnuts, and.' butternuts contain only one per cent., er, less, of water, while pecans, hickory; nuts, Brazil nuts, and almonds run from 1>2 to 3 per cent. Peanuts are 7 per) cent, water. WATER IN EGGS. Let us supose that you invest your good money in eggs. It is not likely to. make you better satisfied if you knew; that the dozen “strictly fresh” ones, fori which you pay thirty cents, contain' nearly a pint of plain water. But milk i« worse, being eighty-seven per cent, water; while even the butter, which is comparatively water-free, holds eleven' pei cent, of the fluid. Cream cheese is three-fourths water. A pound l-oaf of good wheat bread, delivered by the baker at your door,1 contains about two-thirds of a tumbler­ ful of water. But, when it comes to fresh vegetables,- the trouble becomes greatly aggravated, inasmuch as only a small percentage of them is solid substance. Tomatoes, for instance, are ninety-four per cent, wa­ ter, spinach, ninety-two per cent.; let­ tuce, eighty-one per cent.; stilng beans, eighty-three per cent.; cucumbers, eighty-one per cent.; shelled peas, seventy-six per cent.; cabbage, seventy­ seven per cent.; sweet corn off the cob, seventy-six per cent., and beets, seventy, per cent. TWO-T1IIRDS WATER. Potatoes and turnips are not so bad,/ they are only about two-thirds water.j When fruits are considered, it apears; that apples and oranges have the sama percentage of water as potatoes, while pears run up to seventy-six per cent., and strawberries to eighty-five per cent. It seems surprising that an apple and an orange of equal size should hold just thj same quantity of water, but it should be remembered that Mie skins ara counted in, and there is a lot of fibre in! an orange. Probably, if you were asked to men-; tion the most watery of fruits, you) would say, the watermelon. But tha fact is that, owing to the great thickness' of the rind, and to the quantity of fibre, composing the pulp, the watermelon, taken as a whole, is relatively dry, being only a little more than one-third water. ---- -—--------- DUSK, AND InE DAY IS DONE. Dusk, and the day is done, Homeward I turn ; Bright as the setting sun Its fires do burn. Dusk and the shadows fold On the hill’s breast; Dark ’gainst the fleeting gold, In the far west. Dusk, and the waking stars Glimmer on high Like candles newly lit In the gray sky. Dusk, and I see your face, Soft lips apart; Waiting to find your place, Near to my heart. Before marriage a man promises to refuse his wife nothing, and after mar­ riage that’s about all she gels. That hacking cough continues ( Because your system is exhausted and ( your powers of resistance weakened. ( Take Scott's Emulsion, 1 It builds up and strengthens your entire system?11 Dulius up ana streng uicus yuui enure ayavc***. i It contains Cod Liver Oil and Hypophosphites so epared that it is easy to take and easy to digest. A ALL DRUGGISTS: 50c. AND $1.00 A ».