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Sentence Sermons.
The World Bestows—Scant atten-
tion
ttertion on the man who only imitates.
—Few permanent honors`on the man
who Iacks sincerity.
—None of its big prizes on the one
who does not possess initiative.
—Little of its friendship on the man
who never lifts another's load.
—No blessing that is not attended
by some curse if it is prostituted.
—No great rewards on the man who
has to be told the same thing twice.
—Only ridicule on. the braggart who
cannot defend his boast.
'Hello I.
Slip a pacicale in
your pocket when.,
you tto home toe
nights.
Give the youngstelrs`
this wholesomelot►'
iaslint sweet - foie
pleasure a si benefit.
1tse it yourself
smoking or irytiit>'tt
vtosla dras, it's a'
'aIlanitesbener,
An Indian's Dainty Appetite.
Our likes and dislikes in eating soon
become prejudices., and sometimes the
prejudices are strong. • What we have
found to suit our tastes we cling to
passionately,
An Italian met an Eighth girl at a
party, and they fell in love with each
other. The courtship was happy, and
they were married. All went well until
the husband brought home some beef.
Being a true English woman, the bride
roasted it for dinner. The husband
found it dry and tasteless; to him the
goodness had all been cooked out of it.
"Next time let me cook the meat,"
he said.
He had his turn and, cutting up the
beef, cooked it with vegetables and
garlic The wife did not like it. So
thereafter for the sake of peace when
the meat came into the house it was
divided into two, and each cooked it to
suit himself.
Prejudice seems 'to increase the far-
ther north we travel, until we meet
the Eskimo, who must have his fat and
blubber . But even before we get to
the Arctic Circle we find many per-
sons who have deep-seated prejudices
about eating. A missionary whowas
journeying. northward with his dog.
train met a hungry Indian and invited
him to share his dinner, which con-
sisted of a tin of pork and beans and
a few extra slices of pork added. When
it was cooked to the satisfaction of the.
missionary he took his tin plate and
poured out half the beansandpork on
it and placed it before the Indian, in-
tending to eat his own portion out of
the can.
The Indian looked round and, seeing
a piece of newspaper in the mission-
ary's outfit, spread it out on the- snow.
Then he took the can and dumped the
contents out on the paper and added
to it the portion that was on the plate.
With his• hunting knife he carefully
picked out the meat and pushed it to
one side of the paper and scraped the
beans to the other. Then, pointing to
the meat, he said: "Him for Indian.
Touching the beans with his nife, he
pointed to the missionary. "Him for
white man," he said, and added by
way of explanation, "Indian no cow."
He Knew Thackeray Too
Well.
Distinguished men are -not not alway s
secure against the sneers of those who
knew them in. their undistinguished
and perhaps unpromising youth. Years
after Thackeray had become the great
novelist, says a writer in the London
Opinion, an old schoolfellow of his was
at a dinner with a gentleman who was
interested in literary matters. The
schoolfellow happened to mention the
Charterhouse, whereupon the other
asked him whether he had ever known
Thackeray there.
"Thackeray, sir? What Thackeray?"
he answered with a contemptuous
stare.
"I mean the great Thackeray," was
the answer.
"What," he rejoined, 'the fellow .who
wrote books? Oh, yes; he was my
fag, and a sniveling little beggar I
thought him. Often have I given him
a sound kick fpr a false quantity in
his Latin verses. I thought nothing of
him, sir—nothing, I can assure you."
"Ah, but," said the writer, "you have
changed your mindsince, of course?"
"Not at all," was the growling re-
sponse. "Why should I?"
"Why, on. account of his books," was
the amazed reply.
"Never read a syllable of them, I
give you my word;" retorted the other.
.;s
Minard's. Liniment for Backache.
Unprepared.
On the whole, he was a decent little
chap, but, as he had an unfortunate
predilection for cricket, it, is not as-.
tonishing that he should occasionally
have played truant from school to in-
dulge in his favorite sport. But, alas,
he was always found out, and the con-
sequences were always dire. -
One day, however, he hit on a bright
idea. Going to a telephone, he tailed
up his teacher and, assuming a deep,
mature voice, explained that his `son
would be unable to attend school that
day.
"Thank you very much for the mes-
sage;" courteously replied the teacher.
'Who is it speaking?"
The query somewhat staggered the
small delinquent. .. "Er—this is my
father speaking, 'he faltered lamely.
ove Gees Itself
THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD
BY ANNIE S. SWAN,
'Love gives itself and is not bought,"'e--Iiongfelloi,
CHAPTER XX,-- (Cont'd,)
"Where can I find you if 'I should
want to write, for I don't suppose
you'll write to me?"
"I won't, Letters complicate life.
Just think of the oceans qt unneces-
sary stuff that has deluged writing-
paper! The trouble of it is, none of
it can be recalled. Some of zt"—he
added with a sort of measured' bitter-•
ness—"has made hell of a man's • life,
But if you've anything to tell me you
think it would give me -the glad eye
to hear you can write to the Can-
adian B. auk of Commerce, either at
Vancouver or at Dawson City. They
know me at both ends—•for my sins!"
Rankine took out his pocket -book to.
make a note, and at the moment some-
thing fluttered ' out a picture post
card he hadgot from Judy while : he
was waiting for her in London, It had
nothing written on it but the day and
hour of her arrival, but he had kept
it because it was a picture of Stair, a
particularly pleasing one, of a soft,
brownish tint, showing the noble
frontage to the seg.
Somehow, though he had known of
it being there, he had not shown it
to Affery. He did it now.
"That's Stair," was all he said, as
he passed it over.
Affery's eyes had an odd expression
in them as they were riveted to the
picture. -
"The place you've told me of, and
which you had to leave?"
"The houseof my fathers," answer-
ed Rankine, simply, but when he held
out his hand for it, to his surprise
Affery pushed it into his own pocket!
"The man who was born there does-
n'tneed to carry dime pictures of it
about with him. I'll keep it. Well—it's
'Al•l aboard' now. Good-bye. Stick
to Mother Isaacstein as long as you
can. She has points worth consider-
ing in New York city."
He held out an abrupt, alinost un-
willing hand which Rankine gripped
forlornly, realizing in one fell swoop,
as it were, the utter desolation which
would oyerwhelm him the moment the
West -bound train steamed out.
"Say, Affery—perhaps it was a mis-
take, but—hang it all!—you know, I
hadn't the - right to glue myself on to.
you like that. Besides--"
'Besides—you didn't cotton to my
yarn! Right-ol But we'll meet on.
the Yukon yet—nothing surer than
that!"
They shook hands solemnly, . and
Affery sprung himself on to the foot-
board. of the train and - disappeared
behind the black attendant's ample
back. Almost immediately the train
moved out, and though he strained his
eyes until its tailelights-•had disap-
peered, Rankine caught no further
glimpse of Affery.
It was now only seven o'clock, and
as he was without- resources, and did
not care to go down town alone, he re-
turned by the quickest -way te his
boarding-house in Forty-second Street.
When he opened the door, the hot,
acrid smell of food met him, and from
various signs he gathered that the
evening meal was in progress in the
dining -room. A black boy, whom he
had not before seen, appeared pres-
ently with a tray laden with soiled
plates.
He grinned pleasantly, and putting
down the tray, stepped forward, offer-
ing to brush Rankine's coat. It was a
very friendly shining faceabovethe
clean, white, linen jacket, and, in spite -
of -himself, Rankine smiled back.
"Too late, am I not, Sambo?"
"Only a leetle,, sir. I'm jes gwine to
bring up the chicken hash," he ans-
wered cheerily.
At an ordinary moment Rankine
wouldhave decided against the
chicken hash—whatever that might
mean but he was hungry, - and the
fear of solitude was upon him; so,
after washing his . hands in a little
cloakroom off the passage, he ventured
into the dining -room in Sambo's rear.
To his surprise, he encountered a
full table at the head of which sat
Mrs. Isaacstein, still in black satin;
though of newer and shinier make.
Eleven pairs of eyes in addition to
hers were instantly turned upon -the
neer-comer, whom she beckoned to her
side. As his tall figure made its way
up behind the chairs to the place re-
served for him, an insensate desire to
laugh took possession of him. He was.
no longer Alan Rankine of Stair, heir
to the noble dignity and all the pres-
tige of a great house, but a mere bit
of flotsam on the sea of life ir. New
York! He was boarder number nine-
teen, and latest protege of Mrs. Ikey
Isaacstein.
How did he ever get himself into
such a weird position, and why had he
been such a puppet. in Affery's.hands?
He had good honey in his pocket still,
and surely it' were better for a man
to live for a few days in surroundings
befitting his position than many days
in such environment as this.
Bat what was his position, after
all? It was the question uppermost
in his mind as he slid into his chair,
with a word of pology to his landlady,
and a slight, distant bowto the as-
sembled -multitude. '
A. long, lean man with a pointed
beard which gave him a ridiculous re-
semblance to caricatures of Uncle
Sam, had been holding forth at the
moment of Rankine's entrance, and
Breaking it Gently,
Suitor (proposing in a new way)-
"Mademoiselle, would you feelin-
clined to give me an opportunity of
celebrating a silver wedding with you,
twenty-flve years from now?"• .
If build n a future� seems a
�gslow
process --think of the mason who lays
his bricks one by one—and think of
the huge buildings which have been
constructed in this manner. -
...
URSES
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dentition rt Niat on wltH Beffeede and Allied "Flaa 14t'r."
New 'York City effort o three years, Cadres -
of Tralntn, to youth, women, - hayleg the
ewes education, and de;iroueof boeomine
nitres. Hda lFal has adopted the of hi.
hour tyatom, Tho pupate receive uniform, of
the School, a Monthly 011eWdnee and travr•Ilins
expenses tei end from Now Writ. For further
tutformatihr apply to the $uporintehdont..
now resumed in his slow, drawling
voice :
"It's true. chat I was sayin', Mre.
Isaacstein, The great Amurrican con-
tinent ain't bele' developed on the
right lines. That's why it's taken so
mighty long to make good."
"Oh, come, "Jr. Willis!" put in a
small, clerkly -cooking person, with
weak eyes protected by enormous gog-
gles, which gave him the look of a
caricature, too, "we can't allow that.
to pass. Can we, Miss Foljambe?"
Rankine started at the name; which
certainly had no American sound, and
following the direction of the second
speaker's glance, he beheld a hand-
some, florid woman of very artificial
appearance, slightly overdressed, and
quite_ evidently interested in him, for
he met her eyes in a straight stare
which slightly disconcerted him.
"Perhaps the new gentleman might
help to refute or confirm Mr. Willis's
statement that America is ,notre-
garded with sufficient respect
abroad?" she said boldly, axnious to
draw him into the conversation.
Rankine, though not naturally a
conspicuously .shy man in his own
walk in life, felt his color rise. The
whole situation seemed to him ',.so
that, in spite of himself, he
smiled. After all, why not take the
comedy with the tragedy!
So he answered solenmly, "I have
not heard sufficient of the argument
to entitle me to take part in the dis-
cussion. But so far as I am aware,
sir, „spur great American nation is
fully respected and appreciated—
specially ." in the' country where I
"Germany!" put in a small piping
voice from the bottom of the table. It
came from a slight, girlish -looking
creature who. might, from her appear-
ance, have been a chorus -girl or an
assistant in some cheap departmental
store.
"God forbid!" fell swiftly and spon-
taneously from Rankine's lips, where-
at some laughed consumedly.
But Mrs. Isaacstein tapped :his arm
in good-humored rebuke.
"Ach, come now; that is not quite
fair, Mister Rankine!"
"It is not; and I beg your pardon,
Mrs. Isaacstein," he answered prompt-
ly, and with a charming grace which
disarmed her at once.
The -old bore who had started the
discussion began to meander on about
the various attributes of the great
American nation, and Rankine used
the opportunity, whilewaiting for his
portion of the chicken hash, to take a
further survey of his fellow -guests.
They were a motley crew, just such
es one might encounter in any second
or third-rate :boarding-house. Ran-
kine's lips Set themselves' rather grim-
ly as he asked himself whether this
was his measure in the new country.
Apparently it was the one set for
him by Affery, who was a citizen of
the world. `
Suddenly, about half -way down the
table, his gaze encountered a pair of
pleasant grey eyes, which met his in
a somewhat quizzical smile. They
shone out of a woman's oval-shaped
face, freshly -colored, and thus differ-
ing from the usual pale or parchment -
like faces of the majority of the wo-
men. Her brown air was neatly
braided, and she wore a black frock
with a little tucker of clean lawn. at
the neck and wrists, which gave her
a somewhat Madonna -like look. She
might have been about twenty-eight
or thirty years of age, and, while not
beautiful, or even pretty, Rankine de-
cided that she was the only person
worth knowing at the table, and that
he would take the earliest opportunity
of getting to know her.
She did not take. any part in the
conversation, which, indeed, was mon-
opolized by the usual •bores. But she
listened with that- quizzical expression
on her face which indicatedthat she
did not miss a single point, and that,
evidently, her sense of humor res-
ponded.
The chicken hash was followed by a
weird assortment of pie of various
kinds, and thereafter what they called
biscuits and cheese;, thea an adjourn-
ment was made for coffee in what was
euphemistically termed the lounge, or
drawing. -zoom on the opposite side of
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questions. which Rankine answered` at
random, giving them certain bam-
boozling particulars regarding him=
self, which they afterwards found it
dificult to piece together,
"I have, vulgarly speaking, been
pulling their leg," he said to Miss
Dempster, when they got clear of the
house, "Heavens, what a place, and
what a people! May I ask if they
are a fair sample?"
"What of?" asked Jean Dempster.
with a good-natured smile.
"The great. American nation."
"Of a section of it --yes. The sec-
tion which subsists on the border -line.
I've been at Mrs. Isaacstein's for over
three years; so I've had a pretty good
opportunity of studying the brand."
"But how have you stood itso long
—and why?" he asked with a puzzling
side -glance at the calm, clear profile
of her face.
"Oh, well, it's a good boarding-house
as such places go. It suits my purse
and my employment. I'm at the head
of a stenographer's office on •Broad-
way. I have fifty girls under me. I
have a good salary, but everything is
dear in New York, and I send money
home."
"To Pollokshields?"
"Yes. To my mother and my little
invalid sister. That's why I live with
Mrs. Isaacstein, -. She's the soul of
kindness and honesty. You'll like her,
after you've been there a bit—that is
if you are going to stop; but, some-
how, you don't look like Mrs. Isaac -
stein's i"
"I tried hard to flatter myself that
I did not, but the man who introduced
me evidently thought I did."
"Who was it? Any of those there
to -night?"
"No. A man of the name of Affery,
whose report on Mrs. Isaacstein's co-
incided with yours. He's gone off to-
night to the Far West. Ever seen or
heard of him?" ---
"•Liss Dempster shook her. head.
"Never. But hundreds come and go.
Are you settling in New 'York?"
"I don't. know. To -morrow I have
to present some letters of introduction
which ,vill probably decide my' future
more or less."
"You will like New York after you
have got used to it."
"It seems a place of incredible
bustle. Does everybody live and move
and have their being continuously at
such breakneck speed? If they do,
how do they keep it up?"
Miss Dempster•. smiled the calm
smile of superior knowledge.
"Oh, ..that doesn't mean anything
it's just a pose! And for work! They
don't begin to know what it means to
work as we know it in Scotland.
They're always talking about it, but
they don't get any further. Oh, yes
—they keep tremendous hours; but
that's because they haven't mastered
the elements of economy in work, or
business, or time. But you can't help
liking them; and the better class are
lovely people. I attend` Trinity Pres-
byterian Church. I have some friends
there worth their weight in gold. They
are kind to me, in spite of Mrs. Isaac -
stein's! I've met more real kindness
in New York than anywhere else in.
the world."
"Haveyou been aboutthe world
much then?"
"A goodish bit. I made a bad mar-
riage with a man who, I found, had
already a wife living. I had to. leave
Scotland. :you know what Scotch.
pride is! I've made a good living
here, and I'm saving money fast. Sonic
day, please God, I'll go back to bonnie
cot an , buy a little house at Hunt -
you'll stop very long at Isaracstein's."
"I. wonder!" said. Ranldne, as they
turned into the white glare of Broad-
way. "Anyhow, New York isn't the
howling wilderness it was a couple of
hour's ago!" • .
(To be continued.)
Names.
Names! . I•hate the tyranny of
names,
Harsh things, inflexible- as woCelen
frames,
From which each timid spirit must
peer out
Upon his fellows, through a gilded
doubt,
And wonder, sometimes, what his gaze
might see
Of loveliness—but for that pedigree.
I hope when I reach Heaven I shall
meet
No pompous angel .strutting down the
street,
To introduce me to the other dead
With knowing words, much better left
unsaid. Such. fragile things are souls—they
need to be.
Left to explore each other silently:
I'll want to walk around and simply
stare,
Until I find one ghost whose special
air
Appeals to me. Then I shall dare to
say,
"I think I saw your thoughts on earth
one day;
Tree -shadow on a river was your smile,
I like- your wings . . shall we be
friends a while?"
--Than Dareth Prosper,
For First Aid-Minard's Liniment:
Beyond His Depth.
Bobby—"Can you swim, Mr. Little
mon?"
Littiemon—"Not a stroke, Why do
you ask?"
Bobby—"Cause I heard you say you
were getting into deep water."
Memories.- '
Deacon Jones—"And -how do you
like 'your new radio, Mrs. Brown?" -
Widow Brown—"Wonderful! The
static reminds me of the way my hue,
band used to snore."
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Parents in Augers, a French town,
who already possess two children will
have an opportunity of winning $1,126
if they have a third child within the.
next twelve months.
s�wma
the hall -way.- er's Quay, and. take my mother and
Mamie down there for the rest of
Just at the door Rankine had an their
opportunity of a word with the woman jj ,herr lives" 1
who had interested. him at table.
l
.Rankine, oddly moved by this simple
recital, slightly raised his hat. ��� REAL.
"Don't take the cel ee, she whir- ' a»�•®�
ered with a little smile which f1-1Jean Dempster's color rose.
I Mustard
umined her pleasant face like a sun -
'tell
sure don't know why I should
tell you all this about myself the very
ra"Thanks awfully. Arty other things h
first
littlement catch we i her twice e` bud,t with
to b., barred in this queer house. I
".fust a few," she arsverect "You'll saw you come into the dining -room
to -night, I got a sort of fright. Some -
find them out in tune. thing told me you were Scotch,, and
"I have the pleasure of speaking to
when I heard .you speak, I felt my
a 'country -woman, I am sure,„ said heart warmed. But I don't suppose
Rankine, with his most charming and
deferential air.
She nodded brightly.
"My name's .Dempster. I come from.
Pollokshields.”
Rankine looked the surprise he felt.
"Then we ought to be friendly. I'm
an Ayrshire man. There could we
have a little talk?" •
"There isn't anywhere here. Messrs,
Willis and Co. will occupy the lounge
for the rest of the evening."
Rankine reflected a moment. The
woman's face was so friendly and
kind, and: he felt so desperately lonely
and 'out of it, that lie could not forgo
the chance of :learningmore of her.
"It seems early days—but the
Scptch are clannish everywhere, aren't
they? 'Will you✓come out for a stroll
With me?"
"Yes, with pleasure. I know New
York well,and it's a lovely evening."
Rankine's face brightened, and he
did tot resent being n
e, ng buttonholed
by Willis and Co, during the few min-
'cites Miss Dempster kept him waiting
They used these moments to good
purpose, asking Minato and personal
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STORIES OF w,EI l :
KNOWN PEOPLE
A Modern Sun Worshipper!
At least forty thousand people aze.{F'
Indebted to Sir I-Ierbert' Barker, ttlo"
famous English bone•setter, for their
health and strength, for that is the
number. of oases be has treated sue',
cessfully by his system of manipula
tion.
Sir Herbert, who lies just celebrated .
his fifty-sirth birthday; is a keen advo-
cate of sunshine as a cure for many
ills, and has an up-to-date plant in his
home for producing art fice:a sunlight.
Peer's Daughter Flies Plane.
Miss Elsie Mackay, daughter of Lord'
and Lady. Inchcape, who distinguished
herself some dine ago as a designer of
the interior et -steamships, has taken
up flying and recently purchased an
airplane .for her own use. She was
granted a pilot's licensesome time
ago, and has become known as Eng-
land's most daring woman aviator.
Most of the steamships controlled by
Lord Inchcape, which ply between
England and India, were decorated in-
teriorally after cle.signs : conceived by
Miss Mackay. The suite -occupied by
Lord and Lady Reading recently on
'their voyage from Bombay to London
were arranged by her,
Ambition v. Circumstances.
How a man may vanquish circum-
stances' and attain his . ambition is
strikingly shown by the example of a
young artist, Mr. GeolgeBfsseil, whose
exhibition of drawings is at the Red-
fern Gallery, London:
Mr. Bissell, a quiet,,,dark young -man
of only twenty-eight, started work in
a Nottingham mine when he was thir-
teen. Toiling early and late, he had
fel* opportunities of exercising his
gifts, but never gave up hope. Finally,
after the war, he came to town as a
pavement artist, in a brave effort to
find recognition. This, it is satisfying
to know, has now come in good mea-
sure.
A Real, Portia.
Miss Victoria Kent, an English girl,
has become the.fi st woman lawyer in
Spain. Her first important case took
place a -few days ago, when she acted
as defending counsel on a charge of -
homicide. -
v----.•
The Game of Verbarium.
Games played with words are by no
means new. When Mark Twain was
a young man a' new one 'came out and
soon was much in vogue: In his auto=
biography he describes it thus:
During my engagement year, thirty-
seven years agoe a considerable coma
pany of young people amused them 's -or`
selves in the Langdon homestead one
night with the game :of verbarlum,
which was brand new -at the time and
very popular. A text ward was chosen,
and each person wrote that word in
large letters across the top of a sheet
of paper, then sat with pencil in hand,
ready to 'begin as soon as game' was
CA lled.- - The player would begin'with
the first letter o,. that text word, and
during two minutes by the watch build.
words out of the text word. 'But he
must not use a. letter that was not in
the text word, and he must not use any
letter in the text word twice, unless
the Ietter occurred twice in the- text
word.
I. remember the first bout that we
had at that game. The text word was
"California." When the game was
called everybody began to set down
words as fast as- he could, make his
pencil move—"corn," "cad; and so- on,
digging out the shortest words -first,
because they could be set down more
quickly 'than the longer ones. When
the two minutes, were up •the scores
were examined, and the prize went to
the person who had achieved the 'larg-
est number of words. The good scores
ranged along between- thirty and fifty
or sixty words. But Mrs. Cranewould
not allow her score to be examined.
She was plainly doubtful about getting
that prize. But when persuasion failed
to avail we chased her about the place,
captured her and took her score away
from her by force.. She had achieved
only one word, and that was "calf,"
which she had spelled "caff." And she
never would, have got even that one
word honestly; she had to introduce a
letter that •-didn't belong in the text.
word in order to get it.
Resourceful Sir Herbert.
A. few weeks 1:
ee s ago. The Companion
printed a story about Sir'.Rerbert Tree,
the famous English actor. That has
reminded a reader of another story,
equally characteristic of Tree, which
the well-known illustra'toi;-:Harry. Fur-
ness, tells in his book, Some Victorian
iVien:
When Sir Herbert was in America
no foolishly accepted an invitation to
address privately a fashion aJIe-.audi-
encu, Ile Contplrr•tely forgot his pro-
miseuntil the time had arrived for •
him to appeal'. Naturally he was total-
ly unprepared.
lie rushed tato, the large assembly
room, which was crowded with expect-
ant e dmirers, and, observing a large
mirror flanging on the wail at the -back
of the platform from 'which he wee ex-
p,eated to give ;his adclres:s, dashed up '•
to, put out his tongue and surveyed
the reflection with dismay. Then; he
struck all attiY
tctz �le of horror t or and cried
out dralnaticallyf
Good lzet,•fe>l;si I'm till I zi,,;tst see
n doctor' "
end he vanisheri from the building.