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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Times, 1908-08-20, Page 2+++++++1+4r++++++++♦♦♦++4-1++•+++++♦++++++++4. "I know where he is living—and said Martin. "You wished to comet I can guess a great many things," closely iu contact with the life of z Z A Broken Vow; -OR BETTER THAN REVENGE. 'she said in a kw voice. '•I have this boy, fur some reason of your + been ashamed to go near him, Mr. owu. What was he to you?" Blake --although perhaps you won't "Nothing; 1 did not even know believe that," she added, raisicg of his existence until 1 met Mrs. her eyes to his fur a moment. 1 Phipps." 4 "I don't quite understand you,I "Yet you pay him a large sum of `Mrs. Phipps," sail Martin. -When, money. Who else did you want to ♦ you gave this boy the first large touch ; what object could you have 4 sutra of money you told hire that he' in coming into his life at all'?" Lad an ample fortune, and that l "That I shall not. tell ; ou," she more money was to come. You gavel it plied. "1 have paid fur what 1 + hint a further sum; you led him to' did; the rest does not concern me. 4, believe that, he could spend freely ;' Suffice it that 1 had a motive and yet now you are content to leave that the motive exists no longer. him to fight his battel alone, when Let rue go, Mr. Blake; I am tired according to your own statement, and ill ---and 1 am a woman. Let you must know that I. is badly in no go." want of money." "Not yet," he said sternly. "Yon "I am not content," she flash- had a strong motive for coming in - ed out at him, springing to her feet. to the lives of these people, and I "I)o you suppose I don't know all bean to find out what that motive that is happening) I)o you sup- Eras. Mrs. Phipps carne from :++++++++++it+++-►++++++ *+++++++++++++++++ 4-14i CHAPTER XXIV.—(Cont'd). his head—"she's beginning to slow what it means to her. "Not ill, Chris 1" "Not ill—and not well. I came Suppose he should be wrong ; sup- pose this dead woman, fur some rea- son of her own, had declared that in unexpectedly the other day—and she was Mrs. Phipps; suppose that she was crying. Of course. site had rhe had declared it at the last—in plenty of excuses—and she's just writing and verbally—in a moment as sweet and brave and loving as of madness? Such things had hap -et er ; but now and then when I pined; the tale of her wandering look at her I see a curious hope - about the house at night seemed to loss look in her eyes. God help suggest that she was a little off her me—she lives there always, Blake, balance. Besides, had she al at e meat , into he goes out t when she ie except K not told old Ta. -1; at the last that p mean streets round about. I know she had Made a mistake. and that she was not Aunt Phipps, but only the friend? Against that, of course, had to bo set the evidence of the Prayer Book, and of the name and date in it. He went back to see Odley. With- ou;, alarming her, he endeavored to discover if she knew anything nitre than she had already told him. Ho found only one small bit of evidence —meagre but convincing in regard to the slight theory that was build- ing up in his mind. "Did Mrs. Phipps ever bring any- one to the house, Odley ?" he asked. "Only Mr. Kelman," replied Od- ley. "Stop a minute, though; there was an old lady came here—and Mrs. Phipps semod to know her. Mr. Kelman brought the old lady, and Mrs. Phipps happened to be here at the time, waiting to sec Miss Lucy." Martin Blake remembered the ac- count of how Kelman had come to the house of the elockmaker, and had taken away that mysterious old woman for some hours. "What happened?" the asked. "Mrs. Phipps went away, and the old lady stopped talking for a long time with Miss Lucy," replied Od- ley. Martin walked back to his studio, turning over the matter in his mind. "It's more and more mys- terious the further oro dives into it," he said. "Now Lucy seems to bo a party to the conspiracy. She was willing to see this old woman, and to talk with her for a long time. Kelman—the dead old wo- man—the Mrs. Phipps I know — and Lucy; they're all in it. It comes down to this, so far as I can ace: that the old lady was the real Mrs. Phipps, and that she came secretly into the business once and once only, and disappeared again. Put in Heaven's name who is this woman who took her place — paid heavily for the privilege—and dis- appeared again. And what was her motive? I must find that out, by hook or by crook." CHAPTER XXV. Whatever speculations Martin Blake might care to indulge in with reference to that mysterious Aunt Phipps, or to the woman who had declared herself to be Aunt Phipps. he kept those spesulations to h•m- self. lie recognized that the wo- man had, in all probability, become afraid of the game she was play- ing, and bad decided to disappear. She had done some small good in raying over those stuns of money to Christopher Dayno; she had done a very large amount of harm in leading him to suppose that other sums would be forthcoming. But she was done with, and could well he forgotten ; oven to hint at his discovery to Chris or Lucy would be to perplex and trouble them for nothing. The story was ended, and the mystery of it had been carried into another world by the little old woman who had died. There was an end of the matter. Some three days later, while Mar- tin was at work in the afternoon, a stock carne to the door of the stu- dio, and Chris walked in. Not quite the buoyant Chris of old days; but a quiet and anxious young fellow, with that look in his eyes which told of need, and of debt and difficulties. He shook hands with Martin, and sat down listlessly. "Ent very glad to see you, my Loy," said Martin, laying down his work and taking up a pipe. 'How's Lucy 1" The boy got up abruptly, and be- gan to walk up and down the stu- dio, staring at the floor. Once he stopped, and look, d with eves that saw nothing at a sketch on the wall ; then he turned to Martin and spoke in a husky voice: "I can't stand it, Blake," he said. "Yon know the place in which we live ; you know the sordid reople with whom we have to rub shoulders in the streets. If it were not for the cloud of debt that hangs user toe, I conlcf do well enough ; we could get away somewhere into the quiet country. and I could work and we should be a, happy As pos- sible. But such a lot has to he paid off—debts i had to contract at a time when 1 th••neht there was plenty of money, and when 1 didn luouhle. Even if i tried to go away they'd he after me at once; It would worse than ever. And she"— kis voice shook as ho turned away you're a good friend—to her as well as to me—and so I don't mind say- ing this to you. And it's all my fault." "You're unjust to yourself," said Martin. "You wouldn't have liked to have left her in the old life, knowing well that she loved you, would you 1 I've asked you before and I ask you again now — why won't you let me help you 1 I'111 not a rich man, but I've been a very lonely ono, with no one to care for or to provide for but my- self ; let it be a loan—quite a tem - rosary matter; and take her away cut into the country, as you sug- gest." "It's very good of you, Blake— hut '1'd rather nota" raid Chris, after a pause. "I'm deep enough as it is; and although yours wouldn't be the same sort of thing should feel it weigh upon me quite as heavily. I didn't come round here to complain; I only thought 1'd like a chat with you. If only I can once get straight, and make a good start, we shall be all right. But I began badly, you know," he added with a smile. "You'll be all right in time," said Martin—"but I wish you wouldn't be so obstinate. Will you make mo one promise, at least— for the sake of Lucy?" "What it it?" "That if things come to the worst and you simply must havo money, you'll come to me at once. Promise that—for the sake of Lucy. I don't want to hurt your pride; 11'ut you must put your pride in your pock- et where she is concerned. I don't like to think of her, shut away in that place; she vas made for the sunshine and the birds and the fields." "Yes—I'll promise that," said Chris. "I feel better for having talked to you; it's good to know that you have a friend, and I never needed a friend so much as now. I'II be off ; I want to get back to her." "You've seen nothing of Mrs. Phipps, I suppose?" asked Martin. "Nothing. I have endeavored to forget that I ever saw her. Good- bye." That interview troubled Martin Bloke a great deal. He tried to think what he could do ; tried to form some plan by which he could help the boy in spite of himself. He seemed always to sec Lucy in those shabby rooms, waiting and longing and hoping for what could not conte to pass. It seemed such a shame; she had set out so joyously on that rew road, and with such a bright promise. He thought about it so much that he smoked many pipes, and wander- ed about the studio uneasily until the day was done and the shadows had fallen upon him. And still ho brooded, and still he wondered what he should do. Coming in his wanderings in the semi -darkness to the door of the studio, he gave a cry and started back. A figure stood there, motionless, watching him. "Who's there?" he demanded. "i'm sorry if I startled you," said a voice he knew. quietly. "I knock- ed, but you did not seem to hear me ; then I turned the handle and came in, and still you did not no- tice ire. I'm very sorry." He went across the studio rather hurriedly, and struck a match and lit a lamp. He was more startled than he cared to confess, for the figure still standing in the door- way was that of Aunt Phipps —the younger Aunt Phipps he believed to be an impostor. When the lamp was alight. and lie had turned up the wick, he spoke. "Yon need not stand by the door, Mrs. Phipps. Please come in ; I have been wanting to speak to you.,, "And T to you," she said. "1 ;mow, Mr. Blake, that my conduct must appear very strange --I mean int disappearing like this, without. a word to anyone. I scarcely know what I have been doing this last month or two ; all my lite seems unset tied —broken ." "Why do you come here nowt" he asked. "Oh, yoi were once very kind to me, and one sloes not forget a kindness. More than that. yon are interested in those who once inter- ested me." "Chris has been here only this afternoon," said Martin. 'Have sou seen or heard anything of him lately t" pose I haven't waited there at night in the street—and seen him come hone with a look on his face I nev- ..r thought it would wear 1 1)o you suppose I haven't seen the girl?" "And yet have done nothing?" said Martin. "I can do nothing. I have no money ; even the small amount I kept for my own necessities is gene. That doesn't platter ; but you mustn't misjudge mo --you, of all people." "I don't want to misjudge you, Mrs. Phipps," said Martin stead- il?. "But I have to remember that when you first put in an appear- ance you told this boy that his for- tune was gone; afterwards you supplied him with money. and told hien that he might expect plenty more; yet you must have known ut that time that you were not speaking the truth." "I know it—at that time," she replied. "This money with whish you were able to supply him must have come There are many scores of huts with toyou' ou �gtiito unexpectedly, Mrs.1 gable ends and grass roofs lifted Phi en piles to a height of about seven feet above the water. Rude ver- andas surround the huts, with fen- ces along their outer edge to keep abroad ; did you meet her there?" "No," she replied. "I never saw her until, quite by accident, I stet her outside the house in Green- ways' Gardens." "So you had a motive in going to Greenways' Gardens, although you did not even know of the existence of young Christopher 1)ayne," said Martin. "When you told the boy you had conic from abroad, and that you were his Aunt Phipps— that was a lie." "I was not his Aunt Phipps, but 1 had come from abroad," she said. "I came from Antwerp." (To be Continued.) +h PILE HOUSES IN AFRICA. Natives Living on a Lake as in Prehistoric Times. At Lske Nokouo, on the Guinea coast in Africa, there are a number of villages that stood on piles above the waters of the Swiss lakes. "Why do you say that?" she de- manded. "Because I am something of a Midge of character," he replied, the babies from rolling into the "and you are the last woman in lake. the world to tell a lie if you can by Scantily draped men and women any possibility avoid it. You et all hours of the day are Coating spoke the truth when you told him that his fortune was gone." in dugouts on the quiet waters en - There was a long pause, while she gaged in fishing, their chief means stood defiantly before him. "Yes— of livelihood. Poles instead of pad - I spoke the truth," she said at last, dles are used to propel the canoes, "I thought so. Therefore it fol- for the water of the lake is nowhere lows that you must have got that more than over five or six feet in two hundred ponds quite unexpec "It is not necessary that I should d Atlwidee natural channel extends tedly. How was that? southward from the lake to within feet the Atlantic. For some say. I had motives I cannot ex- pla;n, and that you would not un- derstand ; and I decline to be ques- tioned, Mr. Blake." "I fear I must question you," he retorted. "Since you went away I have made a discovery. By the merest chance, information reached me which showed me that drink the water and many of their you bad been acting a part—acting cattle perished. The fresh water for someone else." "I don't understand," said Olive. "I think, if you will allow me, I will go; I scarcely know why I came here at all. Under any circum- stances, I did not wish to have all this business raked up." 5C0ofI. all his patrons. He contrived to reason, years ago, the whites on the coast decided to connect the be at their farms about the milking channel with the sea. The results hour. He took along with hila samples of washing powder and al- were disastrous to the poor lake dwellers. so scrubbing brushes. He explain - The tides brought floods of ocean ed the use of the powder and gave water into the lake, which became suggestions as to being clean about so salt that the natives could not the milking and caring for the milk and cream. He asked his patrons to white -wash their stables, to have them well -ventilated, to let in plen- ty of sunlight. and to keep only cows that would give a good return. He asked for their co-operation in making good butter, and stated that if he were assured of that they could depend on him to do his best in turning out a good quality of but- ter. He reported afterwards that Ins instructions were received as a usual thing with great interest and that an improvement resulted along many of the lines advocated. Tho quality of the raw material received at his creamery was very much bet- ter after his visits. There is an object lesson in this for Canadian makers. At the cream gathering creamery patrons live sometimes at long distances from the creamery, and it may not be possible to visit them very often. But it should bo done as often as the maker finds time and opportu- nity. Ife every creamery patron could be visited once a year and given instructions as to the care of his cream, it would go a long way towards improving the quality of our butter. It will pay creamery owners when engaging a maker to arrange for this visiting to be done. They could afford to pay a little more for making rather than not have it done. If you want to thoroughly enjoy your vacation don't for- get to take along a supply of TRISCVIT=Chs Dainty Shredded Wheat Wafer, Nutritious and appetising. Try it with butter, cheese or fruits. ALWAYO READY TO SERVE -Gold by 8.1 Grocers: 1035 dassiescsikozzsziarm } 164 t TheFrm ADVICE TO BUTTER MAKERS. Butter -makers should aim above all things to keep their creameries neat and clean in every respect. It is surprising what an effect this will have upon patrons visiting the creamery. They will go away feel- ing that the maker is endeavoring to do his part, and that it is up to thein to do theirs. Patrons should be encouraged to visit the clean and neatly kept creamery. It is an ob- ject lesson that will remain with them. There is an object lesson in the dirty and badly kept creamery al- so; but it is of a different kind. It would bo butter if partons kept away from such, though if they act upon what they saw a change of makers plight result and new and better conditions follow. Tho but- ter -makers should aim to keep their creameries in such condition that it will be an .abject lesson of the right kind to their patrons at all times. Makers should also visit their pat- rons. Both the visitor and the one visited will be benefitted. Such visits are best made about milking time. Suggestions as to the caro of the cream can be made without- giving ithoutgiving offence. Last spring an en- terprising Wisconsin maker visited fish were very much surprised by the changed conditions and retreat- ed up the So River, while sea fish fr.und a new home in the lake. As no good was gained by this in- novation the connection between the sea and the lake was closed "I must ask you to remain," said again, and although the lake is Martin. "My discovery concerns still a little brackish the river fish a certain old woman, who died have come back to their old haunts quite recently in a house in Trent among the lake dwellings. A few Street, Westminster—and who bore the name of Mrs. Phipps. Do you know anything of her?" "If you have anything to toll me, pray go on," she said, in a voice that was almost a whisper. "This old woman went once to the house where Lucy was living. When she died, she left behind her a diary, giving some accuont of her- self, and of someone who had per- sonated her Did you speak 7" "No. I don't quite see how this concerns me, Mr. Blake." "You visited her at the house :n Westminster on several occasions; you were with her when she died. her diary records the fact that she bore the name of Anne Phipps; that she was seeking for a boy, as she terms him, who had been robbed of a large sum of money ; she is glad to think, when she is dying, that someone else has taken her place. You were that someone else." She was silent for quite a long time ; he was silent also, hoping that she would speak. At last she turned to him quite quietly. "Mr. Blake—I adroit. the discov- ery ; I admit that I stepped into a place which was not mine. Let us put it that I did it to oblige a poor old woman who was afraid of what het husband had done — afraid to admit that she had no money to give her nephew." "No money 1 Yet you were so much interested in the case that you could on your own account supply this boy with two hundred pounds —leaving yourself penniless. Your motive must have been a strong one." "it was a very strong one," she replied. "Mr. Blake. if you ques- tion me from now until to -morrow morning, you will get. nothing fur- ther out of me, 1 assure you. I adroit that, for a reason of my own i became Aunt Phipps; I admit that 1 have paid heavily for the privi- lege ; you will hear nothing else from me." •I think I shall. 1n the first place what is your name 1 Who are you 1" sea fish are still living in the lake. The change from salinity to com- rarativo freshness came about so gradually that they grew accustom- eu to the different conditions. The French have just been mak- ing a survey and map of the lake. All who have seen these lake dwel- lers in their hones agree that there is scarcely any aspect of human ex- istence in Africa which is so cheer- less and uninviting as that of these hundreds of people floating on the water or reposing on the rude plat- forms that support their huts. f LESE M.tJESTh iN BRITAIN. It Is Punishable Offence to Invert Postage mtamp on letter. Many people blissfully imagine that lese majeste- -that is, insulting royalty — 18 a crime peculiar to foreign countries and unknown in free and happy Britain. That, how- ever, is where they make a mistake. It is, for instance, techanically a punishable offence to stick a penny stamp on a letter upside down. Do- ing so is to insult the King through his effigy, and a few centuries ago --- supposing penny stamps to have been then invented—might easily have landed the offender in prison on a charge of seeking to bring ridi- cule on the sovereign or to express contempt for his authority by caus- ing his picture to stand on its head. Also, it is a punishable offence to deface a coin of the realm bearing the royal imago and then deliber- ately put it into circulation again. To strike the King would, accord- ing to the strict letter of the law, render the assailant liable to the death penalty, no matter how trifl- ing the blow was in reality.—Pear- son's Weekly. THE OLI) GAG. "And what kept you so late'" in- quired his angry wife. "My dear," replied the unsteady ".1 stranger—to you, as mach :Is husband"the car was stalled in a 1 was to the dead woman." '°w dr ift. "I see ; you did not even know "H'm— then, 1 presume that is a her There was no question of cold storage peach you've brought friendship --no desire to help her," home,- she retorted FAT MITA( AND FAT MEAT. Why should milk that contains much cream be accounted the best? Cream is only fat, and we do not rate the food value of meats solely t.y the amount of fat that they in- clude. Dr. J. A. Gilbert, Portland, Oregon, writing in the Medical Re- cord, takes the view, this devotion to "rich" milk has no logical basis. In our earnest search after a fat milk, he says, wo have probably gone too far. To quote from an editorial in The Hospital (London, Eng.) which notes Dr. Gilbert's opinion appreciatively : "The milk which is richest is cream is not therefore the most nu- tritious, for the very simple reason that a rich milk is less easily di- gested and absorbed than a milk in which the fat percentage is low. :1s far as its other constituents are concerned, a milk poor in fat is as valuable a fod oas a milk rich in fat. The fat percentage, the popu- lar standard by which milk is judg- ed, is most variable, while the pro- portions of the albuminoids, sugars and salts vary but little in the dif- ferent samples of milk. In other words. while the energy producing and heat giving qualities of the sev- e ral kinds of milk may he very great or little, the valuable pro- teid ingredients, which go to the building up of the tissues — the prime property of any food remains tory much the same in all varieties of co.:s' milk. Thus a "thin" milk is for all purposes, save for energy and heat i 1 'a :ruductiun as valuable a food as the so-called "rich" milk. Indeed, it not infrequently happens as the experimental feeding of young growing animals has shown, that a titin milk may prove, in the long run, more flesh forming than a rich milk, inasmuch as the former is Less liable to induce gastro -en- teric disorders." TRAGIC WEDDING SCENES Id OTHER URGED DAITGIITER TO GIVE UP LOVER. Fainily Not Reconciled to Marri- age to Agent of Automobile Firm. The recent wedding of Princess Aurelio of Fuerstenberg and ex - Lieutenant Gustav Koczian, in Bo- hemia, was an unusually dramatic and painful ceremony. It appears that tho Princess' fam- ily did not, abandon their opposi- tion to the marriage, but constant- ly urged her to break off the match. The bride's another made a last frantic appeal at the altar, and then, when i'rincess Arnelie reso- lutely refused to stop the ceremony, fell fainting on the floor of the chapel. According to the account that has been made public, the bride's family were determined to prevent the marriage at all costs. and the relatives assembled for that pur- pose at Hradek Castle, owned by Prince Khevenhueller, a cousin of Princess Amalie. ADMITTED BY THI: BACK WA When ex -Lieutenant Koczian ar- rived he vas only admitted to the castle by the back door, and im- mediately conducted into a room where his prospective mother-in- law, the Dowager Princess of Fuer- slenberg, awaited him. She made an impassioned appeal to hirn to yield to the wishes of the family and give up her daughter. Meanwhile Prince Ernil, the bride's brother, was in another room try- ing to persuade Princess Amclie to alter her decision. All appeals were in vain. Prin- cess Amalie declared that she would FARM WORTH $2,000.000 1:1:0111:1: \'.tNI)IAtl1:1.1'5 MAO. N1111'1. '1' LSl'-.''1:. i i "Beek Firmer" From 1.4314a 1 ?las Charge of the I'ielOs, ' Flocks and Herds. At Biltmore, in North Carolina, George W. Vanderbilt hs4 spent I over $:',000,000 in creating the greatest estate in America. He has torn down a 'maintain, wilt a' great castle, and owns 17 square miles of mountain country; Those miles, however, are all udder the must careful cultivation, gither as farming, grazing or timber lands. The owner of Biltmore Ihas the faculty of picking the right man for the right work. He induced a "book farmer" from Louisiana to conte into the Carolina mountains and take charge ge o[ thefields, flocks and herds. That was eleven years ago, and until Arthur S. Wheeler began riding up and down the hills and through the bottoms ho had never known of agriculture except from the printed page. He tested the soil of the few little worn-out plantations on the estate; he exam- ined the hillsides. He brought into play his knowledge of fertilizing the earth, of crop rotation, of the fod- der and grain which might grow here, and especially of the live stock which plight thrive ant( yield a profit. He decided that high- grade Jersey cattle would pay in milk and butter, also hogs anrsl poul- try, and that the product of the soil should be first for their benefit. BUSINESSLIKE BIDDIES. So the baro hills became pas- tures and lots for the swine to range, ample shelters being of course provided. The poultry feria was stocked with record egg -layers of high degree, also pigeons, for squabs are profitable. Modern in- cubators hatched chickens by the hundreds. Everything, however, was conducted on strictly business lines. Each Jersey has her own stall and a page in the dairy record. Every time she is milked the num- ber of quarts she gives are marked on the record, as is also the butter test—the quantity of butter which the cream would make. All the en- silage and other fodder she eats in a day are debited against her. Whets a hen in the poultry house wants to contribute to the egg fund she enters a "trap" nest by which she shuts a gate which keeps her a pris- oner until the poultry keeper finds her. He looks at the number of the leather band around her neck, takes the egg, and then releasee her. Each hen also has a record page according to heti ru» ber, and the number of eggs silo lays in a month or year of her life arc not- ed cm the books at the farm office. NEED 75 FARM HANDS. Seventy-five farm hands aro need- ed for all purposes, including the milking, which is done by hand. The creamery has such a mechani- cal system that in it three men pre- pare over a thousand quarts of milk daily in bottles, in butter, and in ice cream, the yield of the cowa ranging from 8 to 15 quarts or more a day. The Asheville people follow the dictates of her heart, and who boast of having a Vanderbilt not the anti uated feudal traditions for a milkman have to pay 11 cents q a quart as it comes from the shiny of her family. She insisted on the yellow waggons bearing the sign "Biltmoro Dairy," and think it ii cheap.• _ SOUTHERN CROSS PEARL. marriage being performed without further delay. Tho party then proceeded to the little chapel. While the bride and bridegroom were kneeling in front of the altar, the Dowager Princess, unable to restrain her emotion, made the last frantic appeal. Prin- cess Amelio only shook her head and grasped the bridegroom's hand. FALLS IN A FAINT. The Dowager Princess then fell to the floor in a dead faint. The official witnesses of the ceremony, Slone at Franco -British Exhibition Said to he Worth $50,000. If the Southern Cross peal which is now on view at the Franco British Exhibition is, as stated, worth $50,000. it is cretainly one r.f the most valuable in the world. Even the largest pearls in the Duchess of Marlborough's wonder - Ritter van Gutenberg and (bunt fol necklace, fifty of which are said Schlick, urged Princess Amelia to to average half an inch in diameter, goo way and not be the cause of her mother's death. Princess Amelio showed extra- ordinary firmness during the pain- ful incident, and at her desire the ceremony was concluded as rapid- ly as possible. The newly -married couple, who looked radiantly happy, drove away from the castle soon after- ward. The Princess, who is now Esau Koczian, ostentatiously kiss- ed her husband in front of the crowd which assembled at the castle gates. 1NGENIC.US JOHNNIE. Mother had a bright red apple which she wished to give to the children, at the same tune teaching the little brother a lesson in gener- osity. Johnnie had a peculiar fond- ness for apples. Calling him to her side, she said "Now, dear mania has a nice, rosy apple to give you, and she wants you to be generous." That word was not in Johnnie's vocabulary, so he said, "mama, what du you mean by gen- erous?" "Oh, dear, that means you are to divide the apple into two parts and give sister the larger." ,Johnnie was silent. Suddenly his face brightened, as he handed the apple again to his mother, saying, "Manta, give it to sister and tell her to be generous." and are valued r.t $20,000 ewe, aro of trivial value in comparison with this Australian germ. But there have been pearls, if we are to be- lieve the records, of much greater value. The pearl which Cleopatra i ; said to have dissolved and swal- lowed has been val ir'l at more than *400.000; and a similar pearl, cut in halves, adorned the ear, of the statue of Venus in the Pantheon at Rome. More costly still was the great Tavernier pearl, origin- ally in the possession of *an .\rah merchant which M. Tavernier trav- elled from Paris to Arabia to pur- chase, and for which he is said to have paid the enurnl'u svut of $550,000. IOTS OF 'E* -DO. "No, Jack, I'm afra:d it's impos- sible' We should tie -er get on well together. You know. 1 always want my own way so touch ' He—"Well, that's all rightYen could go on wanting it after w•' aro married'" \%l'FHOUT liPLUTTI.0 Gas was a novelty to the ra•.v re- cruit in .• Uuhlin l'"niMry Depot. T11urning iti out t f •r tsuhe firas$ time he shouted in affright to a slumbering companion :—"Be ja- pers, Mick, the wilt's gone clown in L3r."