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The Huron News-Record, 1895-07-10, Page 6a A LIFE SAVED B7t TALMO CHERRY • CTO R Al Y P "Several years ago I caught a severe cold attended with a terrible cough that allowed no no rest, either day or night. The doc- tors prongpnced my case hopeless. A frtond learning of my trouble, sent me a bottle of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral. By the time I had used the whole bottle, I was completely cured, and I believe it saved my life."—W. U. WARD, 8 Quimby Ave., Lowell, Mass. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral •ra heat: Awards at World's Fair. dyer's Pitts the Best Family PAyete. ]the: (Huron News -Record 1.25 aYecr--$1.00 in Advance WEDNESDAY, JULY loth, 1895. A Bogus Agent. A MAN WHO HAS FALSLY REPRESENTED HIMSELF AS AGENT FOR MESSRS. T. MILBURN & CO. OF THIS CITY. Toronto Globe, Jane 27. The firm of T. Milburn &• Co., manu- facturers of proprietary medicines, have for some time past been in re- ceipt of letters from correspondents in and about Orangeville and Meadow - vale, stating that a man has been oper- ating in those districts, representing hirnseif as their agent, and has been peddling medicines from house to house offering them as the medicines—Bur- "dock Blood Bitters, etc.—put up by this well-known and reliable firm. A Globe reporter, having been placed in pos3ession of these statements, call- ed at the office of Messrs. T. Milburn & Co., on Colborne street, and was shown a. number of communications from mer- chants in thelocalities indciated, all of which confirmed the information at first received and as given above. Not only had his firm been in re• ceipt of communications, Mr. Milburn said, hut some of his customers from Peel County had called at the office in Toronto and had informed him that this bogus agent had sold stuff at several houses which had necessitated the calling in of the doctor to treat the members of the families who had used his compounds. - In closing the interview, Mr. Mil- burn, the head of the firm, said : "We have no such agent. nor do we sell our midicines through peddlers or agents other than druggists and general merchants, and on this :account we are desirous that farmers and others buy- ing our remedies should understand that any persons peddling from house to house cannot represent us. They should, therefore, he on their guard against bogusmedicines being foisted on them for those of our manufacture. I may say that we are willing to defray any expenses incident to the detection and conviction of this roan. or of anyone falsely representing himself as our agent." BUEOMATIan CULLED IN A DAL—South American Rheumatic Care, for Rheumatism and Neuralgia, radically ogres in 1 to 8 days. Its action upon the system is remarkable and mysterious. It removes at once the causo and the disease immediately dis- appears. The first dose greatly benefits. 75 cents. gold by Watts & Co. Druggists. About Mutter TWItt6. It is rumored in Ottawa, and in fact the matter has reached the attention of the House, that the Cordage OM, parry andtthe Binder Twfne,p'getoey at Brantford, in which• so many farmers are interested, have quietly pounded to see if it was not possible to get the Government to enter a combine to maintain the price of binder twine.. That the Kingston twine was sold too low, arid the desire was that by enter- ing nter- could be maintained. into a ne, t The he selling rnatterr has becon&e so public that denial seems impossible. At the evening session on Friday week a discussion of the. matter took place, in the course of which Mr. Taylor said :— "Like Mr. Mills (Bothwell), I have never favored employing convict labor, 0 compete with free labor. But at the time the manufacture of binder twine at the ;.[nggton Penitentiary was established, the cry arnoug the fanners was that they were bettor;. ground down by a large monopoly, the i anada Cord- econvinced aitclt suchf a thing Company, nd itoudbe broken up by the employment of prison labor, the sooner that could be done the better. The same thing would follogv to -day, if prison labor were not employed making binder twine for the benefit of the Canadian farmer, for I am credibly informed, and aryl satisfied I can prove, if a com- mission om- s to -day - re bte a combine exists to-dayewei the Patrons of Industry binder -twine manufactory and the Canadian Cordage Company, so that our farmers would pay much more if it we.e not for the work of the Kingston Penitentiary. I understand that the price of the prison article to the farmers was 6i to 7c per pound, while I know that the other is sold and delivered at a much higher price. For that reason, I am quite willing that the penitentiary should continue to turn out binder twine for the purpose of keeping the combine between the Patrons of Industry and the Cordage Company from overcharging the .farm- ers, as they certainly did to a certain extent this year and would do to a very much larger extent were it not for the industry at Kingston." Sir Charles Tupper denied that he had anything official to state in the matter. It was evident that there was something in the rumor, as an official of the two companies had been in Ottawa, but whatever he did generally, he had not approached the department, and after this exposure, will not do so. Mr. Walker and a young lady of Dundee were driving across the North- ern & Northwestern R. R. when a train killed the horse and smashed the buggy. The occupants were not hurt. Don't you know that Hood's Sarsap- arilla will overcome that tired feelingg td give you renewed vigor and vital - Y Mr. Francis G. Wallace, a Scotch - man, aged thirty-five years, was drowned on Monday afternoon in the River St. Lawrence at Beaconsfield, Que., while trying to rescue his three- year-old son, who had got into a row boat, and was drifting out into the current. FOR YOUR OUTING GO TO PROTOU WE MCKIM ISMMOO. ONE THOUSAND MILES OP LAKE RIO AT SMALL EXPENSE. 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If you are weak, tired, languid and all run down, it is because your blood is unpoverieh- ed and lacks vitality. These troubles may be overcome by Hood's Sarsapar- illa because Hood's Sarsaparilla makes pure rich blood. It is, in truth the great blood purifier. HOOD'S PILLS cure liver ills, consti- pation, hilliousness, jaudice, sick head- ache, indigestion. THE DOG IN THE MANGER. and down the ,durfaee Of the wood, IRay- 'Mg Iff reckon that's' a•°bout right WM,'" "Let me feel itr pair; 1. antq. thw little daughter, and she irritated his novo* meat so earnestly thot her rattler laugh, ed. "I gees it's all right, pap," lobe said,"its perfectly spoil." "Co7<rte on then, Bessie,' he said, rising from ilia chair, "and we will try to finish the job before menet." They left the room together, while Tire. Miller cleaned up the .scraping'+, of hlckorY and placed the chairs against the wall as vtndicattvely as if the mysterious "dog in the manger" was being handled in the process. You must • not for an instant think that Mrs. Miller was an 111 -natured woman, for she was not. She dearly loved the young orphan sister who had been with her for years, and really liked young Stebbins, the neighboring farmer's son of whom she had spoken so contemptuously. But her ambition had been roused by the very evident desi'•e of a rising young physician In the vici- nity to visit her sister. She had 'ao idea that marriage with a doctor wot.t1 increase Lucinda's prospects of a happy e utur and was vexed that hat Lucinda (11.1(11.1l not seem to share her opinions, but showed a decided preference for Joe Stebbins, the aforesaid young farinei. Poor Joe ! What anguish .he would have felt if he had lionwn the thoughts Mrs. Miller harbored of him. He was a fine, manly fellow, hilt had such a hum- ble opinion of himself that he never could do himeeif jpstiee, ltd truly loved Lucinda Hart and had repeated to him- self a hundred times the very words in which he would tell of his love, but once in her presence doubts beset hint, and one glance of her blue eyes ren- dered him dumb. Thus he was always at a disadvantage when with her. As for Lucinda we cannot tell what her feelings Jor him was. She was mischievously kind at onetime, and saucily cruel the next. She laughed at him to his face but quickly resented any one else doing so, and invariably defended him when her sister ridic'}led or found fault with him. A few days after the conversation we have recorded between Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Joe, in a new buggy, and driving his favorite horse Prince, .drove up to Mr. Miller's gate for the purpose of taking Lucinda to a picnic in the neigh- borhood, as had been arranged by them- selves the Sunday before. From her window Lucinda saw him and leaning out she called to Bessie, who was play- ing in the yard, to "tell Mr. Stebbins she was not quite ready but would be in a few minutes." Bessie ran joyfully out. for she liked Joe, as she always called him, and after delivering her aunt's message begged him to take her "just a little ride." "All right," said Joe, good-naturedly. "Give me your hands," and catching het- up he seated her by his side and drove off. Bessie was delighted. She chatted gaily about any and everything, while Joe, his thoughts intent on wile he wished to say to Lucinda, was silent. The child was disturbed. She did not like this silence. "Joe," she said, "what makes you so still ? Don't you like me ?" Then before he could answer she ex• claimed, "Oh ! Joe, do you know what a dog in a manger is ?" Joe laughed. "You midget,' 'he said, "what put that in your head ?" "Why, mamma said she spiced' em ; they was allays round keepin' folks away," said Bessie. Joe was quick wit- ted. The blood leaped to his face. "1 deserve it," he thought, but he said, "Who was she talxing to,' Bessie ?" "Why to papa when he made the new ax handle and I helped him an' it's a nice one too, Joe," said Bessie. "Jot, do you like aunt, pap says she's nice, tase she makes pie for supper, and oh, Joe, she laughed at Dr. Grey, an' mamma jest scolded her." Joe's conscience pricked him, though his heart gave a 'glad bound, and he turned Prince around saying, "I expect Aunt Lucinda is ready now. Let us see how fast Prince can go." Lucinda was at the gate as they drove up, and Bessie was lifted out laughing merrily and Insisting on kiss- ing Joe good-bye and telling him "not to run off with Aunt, tause she looked so nice in her new dress." "Nice," thought Joe. "She looks like an angel," and such a feeling of un- worthiness came over •him that he scarcely lifted his eyes, and helped the "angel" into the buggy so awkwardly that her dress caught on the step and she almost fell into his arms. She laughed, however, saying, "it seems I never can get Into a buggy without trouble, I do wish I was not so clumsy," and Joe, without a word, seated himself by her side and drove off grim as a statue. When they arrived at the picnic grounds they found a gay crowd as- eemhled and Lucinda, being a universal favorite, was at once, surrounded arid hurried off to join in a game of croquet. And when dinner time came and the baskets were unpacked it was Lucinda who must superintend the arrange- ments. Joe vainly tried to get near her. Dr. Grey was gracefully unconscious of being in anybody's way, and managed somehow to be of so much asistance in unpacking dishes and rescuing pies and cakes from perilous places, that all the girls were calling upon him for advice and help. And when dinner was ready he easily succeeded In placing himself at Lucinda's side, and kept up a con- stant stream of laughter and jest, If sometimes Lucinda cast a glance at Joe who was heroically devoting himself to an elderly spinster, he was ignorant of it, and Miss Golden was .so flattered by hie attentions that she whispered to him that she had always felt "when con- genial spirits met a slight difference In age should not be considered, as the soul knowing nothing of time was al- ways young." Joe assented tp the remark as he would have assented to anything she WO but he thought if his soul knew no• thing of time. it was queer it should be so wretchedly tired and anxious for that particular time to end. 13 u 11 ended at Last and Jpe was once more In the buggy with Lucinda by his side. That "Impertinent poppy," as Joe In- wardly called Dr. Grey. has Lingered near until Joe had gathered up the. reins, when with a bow and smile h-1 had mounted his own horse and gal- loped away. Now as they sped over the prairie Joe was fully determined to tell his love tale. "If she recuses me," he thought, "I can't feel much worse and it's just got to be settled. Mrs. Miller was right and I'm a coward. but I'm in for it now," and Lucinda. glans• Mrs. Miller was paring early apples for sauce. Mr. Miller, with a news- paper spread on the carpet at his feet, was scraping with a piece of glass an ax handle to a desired smoothness, while Bessie, the five-year-old daughter of the house, stood with a kitten in her arms watching her father at his work. The sitting -room, with its brlghtls• striped rag carpet, its splint bottom- ed chairs, and the new white curtains at its windows, was a cheerful looking place, and its three occupants were as comfortable appearing persons as oris could wish to see. Suddenly Mrs. Miller, with a ha f l;ared apple in one hand and holding a knife threateningly in the other, ex- claimed, "If there is anything in the world I despise it's a dog In a manger, so it is !" Mr. Miller looked up inquiringly. "Why Marthy," he said, "what do you mean ?" "Just what I said," she answered sharply ; "a dog in a manger ; I'd Tike to know what else you'd call a feller that hangs around a girl keepin' every other young man away, and hasn't - courage enough to speak out and" -- Here she was interrupted by the open- ing of the door near her, which led to the kitchen, while a clear, sweet voice asked it the apples were ready. "Just about," said Mrs. Miller, deft- ly, finishing the last one, and hand- ing the pan containing them to the owner of the voice. This was Mrs. Miller's young sister, and a pretty ple- ture she made with her sleeves rolled above her elbows, showing her plump, dimpled arms, her curling brown hair rushed back from her white forehead and her face rosy with the heat. Little drops of perspiration stood round her lips, and as she wiped them away with her blue checked apron, she said : "I guess I'll make a pie as well as the sauce ; the men always like pie." She looked at her sister interrogatively. "Of course, if you want to," said Mrs. Miller, "but it is so warm to bake and there's cold bread and lots of cook- ies." "I don't mind the heat," the girl said, laughingly, as she closed the door and went singing merrily back to the kit- chen. "I can't see," said Mr. Miller, "why you are so anxious to have Lucinda marry ; she's mighty nice to have around." "I'm not anxious,"'retorted his wife, who was like an older edition of her pretty sister, " but I do say no man has a right to go with a girl and keep everybody else away unless he means to marry her ; and I do say It's acting like 'a dog in the manger,' for here's Lucinda nearly 23 and might have had lots of chances If it hadn't been for him," Mr. Miller evidently thought silence the better part, for he made no ansa er, but scraped away diligently at his ax handle, Presently he tan his hand up PW' at hie face, was No starliel;1 .at hjis detertblfed look that 'he exclaimed in :a halt :frightened voice°; "Oh, 4'Qe, what is t1) ,t.titl' t 1014,4 iie.said, Sharply, "I'm not Meif. 2—, say, Lucinda, let's get married," and Lucinda said softly "Well, Joe, let's." In a twinkling Joe's arm was around her and a jerk of the line brought Prince to a walk, "Do you mean it, Lucinda ?" cried Joe. "Do you love me half as well as I do you ?" Lu- cinda pushed hind away. "Of course I mean it," she said, "bttt there is a carriage right bhind us. for mercy sake don't let them pass us. ' Joe straightened up and Prince was oft like a dart, while his driver waved his hand derisively at the occupants of the other carriage, now close behind them, and ehouted, "No passes on this road." Lucinda leaned back in the buggy hal: laughing, half crying, while Joe drove Prince with the air of a hero. "What do you think your sister will say to us ?" he said, presently. "If she had seen you to -day," said Lucinda, "I expect Golden would feel when she found how basely you had treated her." "Well, Lucinda," said Joe, writs^s, bashfulness had somehow all left him. "Whenever you say Miss GoIdcrn,, I shall ask after Dr. Grey's welfare," and then the simpletons laugh;;n as if there had been something -eery witty said. When that' drove up to the Millar homestead, Mr, and Mrs. Miller were in the front yard watching the people gong home Pram the picnic and Mr. 1Vliller came Pr,rward at once, extending his hand to r•ssist Lucinda, but Joe call- ed out : "Y ou look after Prince, Miller, and I'll S .te to Lucinda, she belongs to me now.'• "Is t.nat so ?" said Mr. Miller. "Well, all I (Jan say is you've got a nice piece of property. What do you say, Marthy ?" Martha caught her breath and a fence Post at the same time, and before she could speak Lucinda had slipped from Joe's grasp and was through the gate and in the house. Then Mrs. Miller, having recovered herself, said, "Never mind, Joe, she's all right. But how in the world did you ever—" Her husband interrupted her. "Come In, Joe," he said. "Of course you will take supper with us." "Of course," said Mrs, Miller. "You will have to take 'pot luck,' but that's no matter ; you're one of the family now, I reckon. Here, Bessie," as the little girl came running toward them, "come and kiss your Uncle Joe." Bessie did not understand until mat- ters were explained, and then, while she did not object to Joe as an uncle, she protested loudly against his taking her aunt away. Joe whispered, "I will give you the nicest little colt, Bessie, for though nobody knows it, You helped me out of ail my trouble," and Bessie, if she was Ignorant of how she hail helped was satisfied. Mrs. Joe Stebbins tells her husband she knows no girl ever had a proposal like hers. "Why, Joe," she says, "you frightened me ; your words came like bullets." "Well," says Joe, "they hit the mark anyway. Let's have a kiss," and, laugh- ing, Lucinda says, "Let's." But never has Joe said a word about Bessie's story of "the dog in the man• ger.' WHY I PLAYED ORANGE BLOSSOMS. "It's a hard game, Pop." I am an old man and I might say, a friendless one. If the world has not dealt kindly with me. I am to blame, perhaps ; I have not dealth justly with myself. Nature made me kind. Folly has left me poor. Be patient with me. Did you ever gamble. Did you ever bet that Nature did not know her busi- ness and try to beat her ? No ? Then thank God that you have much of that, that in a crowd may' pass for wisdom— but you have missed a deal of fun. For myself—for my foolish self—I would rather gamble than eat. I would rather back my judgment on a horse than own him. By the same token I like an honest woman, and a handsome face always warms the cockles of my heare. But let me tell you. It. was on the day that just precedes the opening of the Lenton season, I passed St. Mary's. That church and others like it had been closed to me for years, yet as a boy I wore the sur- plice in such a place and swung the censer. The day was bleak and stormy, the wind showed bursts of speed, while the the world wain prlghter, and to the mita same measure a' Wolman stepped, as fair as the 011e I now looked on. I, thought of my own "Orange Blossoms," and half wiahed the dead could an4wer when 1 I called my wife. The bride and bridegroom drove oft, as "God -speeds" followed them. ' The music ceased, and with a a pool -room. llgkttef ]resit and brighter' hones ; made my way t Ah 1 there it is 1 there it is : If one could win back the honesty and self- respect he lost there ! Gamblers, you know,, are Super- stitious, even tin -horn . ambler6 They will play to win upon •a dream, an in- cident, a sweetheart name, anything that in the blind grupings of their hope might touch chance. I had not yet, seen the entries, but the first name my eye fell on as I entered the doom was "Orange Blos- soms" in thje •lapt race. My heart beat high. Vie:tons of a roll of "yellows" with a rubber. on, danced before my eyes. A, Third• avenue table d'hote with wine, bee ironed me to sit ; the "bubbles" that I. wore for shoes were exchanged and 1n imagination I stood "redeemed, regener- ated ener- ated and disenthralled." Between myself and all the riches of the earth there was just two dollars and ten cents. Between myself and the Basilisk who made my bed there were just two dollars and ten cents. Here was a man of good training, fair education, excellent faculties, cling- ing to such a spar in a sea of selfish- ness. The mare was an eight to one shot, and on form had a good outside chance. Would I play the first event and run it up, or play the last and wait ? I could still hear the wind and rain as they beat upon the roof. I thought of my age and utter loneliness, I re- membered that though my room was cold and cheerless it was still a shelter. I looked fondly upon my capital and thought out its possibilities, "bed -ands" and "three-offs"—in Park Row. With such material arguments as these I hesi- tated to play at all. I was not a dead game . Yet thesportmare had a chance, and a good one ; she had won races, had a great pull in the weights, and with a good "jock" up, should win. Besides, did I not see "Orange Blossoms" wear- ing brackets at the church ? What more did I want ? And, with such whisperings of hope, rather than the counsels of rea- son, I shoved my two "bones" through the window, and called without a tre- mor, "Give me Orange Blossoms" "Six- teen to two, Orange Blossoms," the 'rob- ber' cried ; "ten cents commission, please," and the last cent I had on earth was up on "Orange Blossoms." I was now a dead game sport. "An' I sed to de biokey wat wus talkln', 'dats de winner, See ? an' he looked at me," As "Cul" said this to his mate, my eye rested on the legend on the wall : "Beware of Touts and Rats," and I moved to a seat in the rear. The rain still beat a tatoo on the roof. The hum of voices, the heat and fumes of the place sent me nodding. I could just hear the operator call the first race, "They're oft," "Outcast in the lead," "Poverty second," the third horse may have been a "sleeper" for all I know ; for that moment I was one my- self. I dreamed I was a boy and at home again. in a land where the honey- suckle and the laurel grew, where the pines sway to their own music and the air is harmony. In a land where men's hearts are warm and their owners proud ; where, If there is little progress, there is much happiness ; where mere wealth is not always worth, and the genial sun and air conspire to make a kindly people. Down the silent river, with the tide, I could hear and see the darkies as they rowed, the movement of the oars beating a measure to their songs. Under the great oaks that mark the avenue to my father's house I pass- ed, I thought. From their giant arms the green moss hung ; the festooned parasite swept the carriage tops and dared the sun to rob it of the road. The wilderness beyond was solitude—not the solitude that's found in crowds and built in selfishness. I know now this was peace ; as a boy Inever realized It. The realities of war and exile had not fixed a standard, nor had the torch been kindled, nor the con- querors yet laid waste the fields or camped where the cotton grew. I wandered on in the careless manner of a boy. At the turn of the road I could see the great white columns of my home. The place seemed made for welcome, hospitality built it, fellow - feeling filled it. In the doorway stood the figure of a man. I called him 'father,"—hesitated, --and in an instant the whole scene changed. I had eaten of the fruit of Knowledge. I was driven from the gates of Eden. Some one shook me as he passed and said : "It's a hard game, Pop." I turned Instinctively to the board, and, halt dazed with sleep, and rattled with hope, I looked for that which should make or break me. That race had been run ; I could see that by the movement of the people. A group of "cigarettes" stood near, and I asked, with a quaver in my voice, "who won the race, boys ?" "Mis- ery," one said; "and Orange Blossoms?" I asked, half ashamed. "Orange Blos- soms be d—," the whole group cried, "she can't run in the mud." I had for- gotten that. As the "gang" moved out, they be- gan their horse play. One said, as he slapped me on the back : "Play Muci- lage to -morrow, Pop, if the track is sticky ;" and another : "Back Common Sense if you're foolish." AlSas ! I was. I am. With such shallow-pated wit we passed Into the street. It was nearly dark, and the people were hurrying to their homes. The lights of the city came out, one by one. and a heavy mist was falling. Penni- less, I stood for shelter in a doorway, as a group of girls from a neighboring shop came by ; as they passed, it seem- ed without a care on their minds, one said : "Why, Tessie, I forgot to tell you, Katie Reilly's sister was married in St. Mary's to-day"—and that was mat "Or- ange Blossoms." Purposeless. In mean attire, slftless, with all ambitions dead and buried in me, I drifted out. I thought of the wo- man's Handsome face and no longer cur- sed my luck, of her youth, and forgot my age. I would have drank her hap- piness, but the "robber" in the room took the "price," but stood with my old head bared to the winter's rain and wiahed her luck. She had the rail, she looked like a winner. may she always, God bless her. win her brackets in her husband's arms. HE SCANNED THE BOARD. rain sulked, the elements, to benefit the earth, abused it. The wind and the rain beat into my mind as well. With a heavy heart I had left my room in an East side tenement, whose marble window -sills and tiled entrance only mocked the poverty within. Where married life with a shawl on its head, hugging its milkless breasts, stands and shivers in the doorway. At its feet its wealth—a bundle of wood and a bucket of coal—that's all. As I neared the church, the tones of an organ drove all scenes of squalor and thoughts of poverty from my mlud. I stood in front and listened, and through the closed doors, the music filtered to a something I had heard before, but where or when, my old brains could not answer. Suddenly the doors opened, as my memory did, and through the portals pealed the music of a wedding march. I was young again, and manly igniting; Iiia MONKEY IN" MAN' - 1. A Queer Cotleoiton :el Owlets.' Attrlbuterr• I. Neted, Tq see the Meglkey in walr.y¢u have only to study the faces, bodies, and habits of babies. Such is the theme of a veryn•; teresting article by 8. S. Bur:harem laws Nineteenth Century. The actions if chit droll are, Indeed, be says, like "ancient! f¢omuments of prehistoric/Mines. The hu- man Inflint is.1in lnteterstitig'..QbJeQF o! scientific research, and even a cross Haiti; should be calm contemplated by the Philosophic rain " Here are a dozen of the numerous illustrations which Mr.' Buchanan gives to show how aurvtvals of our simian ancestry may be foun by any: nursery philosopher: Monkeys are suub-nosed (simia ). So • are bables in the early days of their exist- ence. Monkeys have pouch-like cheeks. To judge from eceleslastical monuments this characteristic is supposed to bo especially angelic. It is really monkey -like. Baby cheeks are the vestiges of cheek pouches, possessed for storing away food, as in Cer- copithecus, a monkey in which this habit of storing ay be observed in thee zoologi- cal i- cal gardens, if visitors feed it. - At the base of the vertebral column ba- bies have a deep circular depression. This is the mark of the monkey's tail. Babies, as Dr. Robinson has shown, have superior arin power and very short legs* So have monkeys. Babies, in catching hold of anything, don't use thumbs, but clasp it between the finger and palm. This is the action of mouke)•s in gofug from bough to bough in tropical forests. A baby can move any of its toes inde- pendently and can move them one from another, so as to make a V between any of them. As it grows older it loses this power and also the power of turnieg its ankle, but that it has such power over its muscles when young points to ancestors who used their feet more than theighands for pick- ing up small objects, and, who relied on their arms and hands for supporting their bodies. Babies go to sleep on their stomachs, with their limbs curled up under them— e survival from our four -footed ances- tors. Babies are rocked to sleep—an imitation of the swaying to and fro of the branches where our moukey ancestors lived. Even dur nursery ditties ("Lullaby Baby on the Tree Top") point hack to the arboreal ages. The fruit stealing instinct is a survival from monkeydom. Children are fond of picking at anything loose—monkeys pick off the bark from trees in order to search for insects. Children are very fond of rolling. This points to the time when our ances- tors had hairy bodies tenanted by para- sites and allayed the irritation by rolling, and shows the persistence of ancient traits. An Old Favorite. Did yon ever stand in the crowded street, In the glare of the city lamp And list to the tread of the million feet In their quaintly musical tramp? As the surging crowd go to and fro, Ms a pleasant sight, I ween, To mark the figures that come and go. In the ever-changing scene. Here the publican°walks with the sinner proud, And the priest in his gloomy cowl, And Dives walks in the motley crowd With Lazarus, cheek by jowl ; And the daughter of toil with her fresh young • heart As pure as her spotless fame, Keeps step with the woman whir makes her mart In the haunts of sin and shame. flow lightly trips the country lass In the midst of the elty's ills, As freshly pure as the daisled ;rase That grows on her native hills I And the beggar, too, with his hungry eye, And his lean wan face and crutch. Gives a blessing the same to a passer by As he gives him little or much. When time has beaten the world's tattoo, And in dusky armour dight Is treading with echolees footsteps through The gloom of the silent night, How many of these shall be daintily fed And shall sink to slumber sweet While many will go to a sleepless bed And never a crumb to eat Ah, mc ! when the hours go joyful by, How little we stop to heed Our brothers' and sisters' despairing cry In their woe and their bitter need ! Yet such a world as the angels sought This world of ours we'd call If the brotherly love that the Feather taught Was felt by one and all. Yet a few short years and this motley throng WIll all have passed away, And the rich and the poor and the old and the young Will be undistinguished clay, And lips that laugh and lips that moan Shall in silence alike be sealed, And some will lay under stately stone, And some in the Potter's field. But the son will bo shining just as bright, And sV will the silver moon, And just such a crowd will he here at night, And just such a crowd at noon ; And men will be wicked and women will sin As ever since Adam's fall, Wlth.the same old world to labor in, And the same God over all. Hopes Flattering Tale. The life insurance agent bit his lip, kicked the wall and threw a look at his oat. 'Ton he felt better, but not much better, for fate had been treating him un- kindly, net only punching him unmerci- fully while he was up, but beating hint fiercely while he was down. "I'll tell you my miserable story," he said to a chance caller, "and perhaps evoke your pity. There were throe of them,part- ners in crime, I believe, and I persuaded each of them to crake an application for $16,000 life insurance. And it took a lot of persuading, too. First of all I gate them a dinner, then took thom to the theatre, and then bought dolls for their little girls. Each of them touched me for a small loan. I could afford these little attentlons,ns my commission on the busi- ness would have been about $1,000. "I was hugging myself at the prospect of the commissions, and every time one of thorn felt doubtful about being able to afford so much insurance I gave him a' meal or a box of cigars to 'jolly' him • along. ' They were all three examined on the' same day and all three were rejected. Though they looked healthy toy hada about all the diseases under the un and, they knew it. Tney had boarded 4t sou ! time or other at the expense of almost every insurance agent in town." j,8 fng and Sommer Oare of Milk. Cleanliness in all dairy operatfons is of first importance. Milk with dry hands. Keep the atmosphere in which the milk must stand free from bad odors. Preserve; the desirable flavors in the dream. If • the milk is wanted sweet, lower the tem- perature as soon as the milk is drawn: from the cow to just above freezing if' possible. Neglect of proper care of milk by patrons is the causo of much trouble at the factory and results in a like redue-', tion in net proflte. It pays to bo honest. —Orange Judd Farmer.