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+ 1 Poor Cyril's heart fell.
"That is %%hut 1 should like," ho
said. "Perhaps Lady '1'reesington
will bo gracious enough to permit
us."
"Let us dance first, and ask mam-
ma afterward," suggested the young
lady, demurely, and Cyril, with a
lttugh of despair that must have
sounded rather oddly in Lady Anne's
ours. put his arm around her waist.
'Me dance seemed, like the supper,
endless Ile saw the minutes racing
away, and carrying with them his
last opportunity of speaking with
Norah. lady Anne was pretty and
charming enough to win the heart
of any man, but it is to be feared
that Cyril went very near to actual-
ly disliking her.
Tho moment the music ceased he
took her to her mother, and, meta-
phorically, almost. threw her at Lady
Tressington. 'filen. pale with excite-
ment
xcitesment and anxiety, he went round is
search of Norah.
He could not see iter anywhere. lie
looked at his watch; there was very
little more time left than would suf-
fice for him to go back to The
Chequers and got his things and
catch the train.
At last he saw Lady Ferndale
standing by the opening of the tent,
and ho made his way to her.
"So soon, Mr. Berne?" she said.
thinking ho was going.
••1 am afraid so," said Cyril.
'"Thank you for so very pleasant an
evening—" Then Ito out with his
question with a suddenness that ut-
most startled himself. "Have you
seen Lady Norah, Lady i'erndale? I
—I want to beg a dance."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Lady
Ferndale. "She was tired. it. has
been a long day, and she has been so
good in helping us! She has gond in
to tho house, and to bed, I hope; but
I ant reall3 sorry that you should
miss your dance."
Cyril stared at her for a moment
aghast, then in a bewildered kind of
way he made for the cloakroom, nntl
got his hat and coat, and went into
tho open air.
There he stood with his hands
thrust into his pockets, staring va-
cantly at the stars.
Norah gone! The last chance of see-
itig and speaking to nor lost! And
he was going away perhars for
tnonths. And there was no way of
commwnicating with her!
(:o! Leave her with nothing to take
with him but the remembrance of her
strange, inexplicable coldness! Not
ho! Lord Newall and his picture
might go hang! Then he thought of
CL,AlelYat XIX.—(Continued.) votion! And he had danced with
"Give fie a glass of champagne, her, and with her alone of all women
please," he said to (ho footman in in the roots. Ile had been walking
attendance, and, having got It, he in. the darkness with her, narking love
went outside again. to her --n shudder ran through
llecca had ceased cry ing, but she Norah's frame, and her eyes tilled
was s.tll shaken by dry little sobs. with proud and burning tears—whip
••'I'l,etx•," said Cyril, "drink that, she, she, the woman whose heart he
and then run away and dance. fake had won, the woman with whom ho
my word for it, Becca, there is had exchanged solemn vows of eter-
scarcely anything in the world worth nal love, had been neglected by him.
crying over," ho added, bitterly, as
ho thought of his own trouble,
13ecca took the wino in both her
trembling hands and drank it, then
she looked up at Cyril, with a
strange expression in her face.
"You're•—y,ou're very kind to mo,
sir," she said.
"Oh, nonsense," said Cyril, rather
Impatiently; he was anxious to he
off. "The man who would turn from
a woman in distress,' you know. Aro
you all right now?"
But 1t seemed as if there were still
something troubling Bocce, which
tho glass of unwonted champagne
could not dispel.
"Mr.—Mr. Burne," she faltered, "I
—I ought to have told you--" Then
she stopped.
"What ought you to have told me,'
said Cyril, half absently.
13ecca's face grew red, and she
looked at his boots and plucked at
the flounce of her dress irresolutely
and nervously.
"It's—it's something I've found," refused to obey her will, and she sat
she said. motionless, statuesque, looking
"Something of mine. Recce? Well, straight before her.
what is it?" and he smiled. "Don't "What a handsome man!" said an
be so frightened. I don t suppose it's old lady to Lady Ferndale. "Who is
anything of consequence." he, my dear? I don't remember see-
"I—I meant to give it to you when Ing him before."
I saw you," said poor Bocce, falter- "Oh, a great favorite of mine. Ito
ing for tho first time In her life over is Mr. Cyril Hurtle. who is going to
a fib; "but—but it slipped my mind. bo a famous artist; isn't he, Norah?"
Here it is." and she held out the Norah did not answer. Cyril was
ring, which she had taken from her close upon them.
pocket and held in her hand while ho ..Well. Mr. Burne," said Lady Fern -
had gone for the champagne. dale, "you have cofio to stake those
"Oh, my ring," he said, carelessly. excuses you owe me?"
"Why, is that what has been troubl- "1 have come to ask Lady Norah
ing you? or partly, eh? What a silly to be gracious enough to give me the
child you are! Why, I don't care any- next dance, I.ady Ferndale. Will
thing about it; see here, Becca, find-. you give me this dance, Lady Norah?
Inge are keepinga. As you've found "Thank you, but I stn tired."
it, you shall have It. Tho icy words fell upon Cyril's
He spoke thoughtlessly, nn(1 with heart like so many stabs.
the carelessness characteristic of hint. At last, in desperation, he said:
It slid not occur to him that there -What n capital ball roost this
was any imprudence or indiscretion'makes Lady Norah."
In giving a twopenny -half -penny ring Without looking at him she drop.
to a girl who had happened to tinct pal a cold "1 es " and resumed her
it. conversation with Lady Ferndale.
"You shall have it if you like, He could not say, "Lady Norah,
Ileccn." he said. will you come with tae? I have sonu•-
"Oh, sir!" thing to any to you:" he cc,iild not
"'!'hero you are," said Cyril. "Here say this openly, with Lady Ferndale
hold out your hand, and I'll put it and all these old women sitting hy;
on for you." and yet he trust speak wilt her, and
ileccn, a anile struggling upon her alone.
face, held up her hand. and at that Ho saw the people streaming to -
moment two persons came to the ward the end of the tent. into the
opening of the marquee and looked supper roots, but with eyes that not -
out. iced nothing; and it was with a start
'They were Guildford Berton and that ho found Guildford Berton slid -
Norah. detly before them.
"A lovely night, but dark," ho ..win you lit me take you In to
said. "I think I did right in ndvis- supper, Lady Norah?"
ing you to get a breath of fresh air, Cyril's heart felt like lead as she
Lady Norah." rose and placed her hand on Gulld-
Sho was about to make some reply ford I:erton's arm, and, rising hint -
when her eyes fell upon Cyril and self, he stood and stared after then,
fierce. Cyril's hack was turned to- as they walked away, like a man in
ward Norah, and Becca was too in- a dream.
tent upon ('yril to see the pair look- What hail he done, he asked hint-
ing at them. self, that she should treat hirn with
"it fits as If it were made for such cold disdain? Ah, if she could
you," Cyril said. as he slipped the only know what he had endure.! Bur-
ring on her finger. ing that fortnight of absence from
Recta's eyes filled with tears ns she her!
looked at the ring—stolen prol.erty "I'm afraid you will hnvo to take
no longer, but her own, her very ire or some other old lady, Mr.
own. Then she took Cyril's hand Marne," said Lady Ferndale, eyeing
and put it to her Pee. him with a half smile of amusement.
Cyril started and almost snatched Cyril started, and offered her his
his hand away, and there flashed up-
on him for the first time during the
transaction the doubt as to its wis-
dom.
"Oh, come," ho said, "don't make
a fuss nbout such a trumpery Kee -
1t was insult past all comprehen-
sion, exceeding all belief. And yet
OW had seen those two with her owu
eyes!
A feeling of shame swept over her—
shame for hiss who could bo so false,
for herself in that she had loved and
trusted him.
She longed to plead some excuse
and go home, to fly from the heat
that seemed to bo stiffing her, the
hideous din of the band, tho clatter
and laughter which sounded like the
voices of so many mocking demons
in her ears.
"Are you tired, Norah, dear? It
has been a long day."
"No—yes, I think I am a little
tired." ,..
Then a wave of attraction, repul-
sion, swept over her, for she saw
Cyril approaching them.
Her heart, her soul went out to-
ward hitn, but her insulted, injured
womanhood recoiled. She would have
risen and moved away, but her limbs
arm, but Lady Ferndale turned to
one of the dowagers.
-Lady 'I'ressington, let me intro-
duce Mr. Cyril Burne," and Cyril
feeling that ho must be dreaming out
of his senses, gnve his arm to the
ent, iteccn; and let ono take you back old lady and led her air.
to the tent." it was not for the honor and pipe's -
Guildford ilerton hnd stood look. tiro of taking Countess of Tr..sing-
ing for Cyril and Mecca to Norah ton in to supper that he buil dashed i
wit h a gleam of gran Pleat ion in his :down from London; and 3 et it s(rm-
(lark eyes. He felt Norah's arm ed as if it would he his only rew•nr(1, !
quiver ns if n spnsrn of pain hnd for when he reached the supper roost !
nhnken her, and saw her Inc.' grow, he found that the only wits vacant'
aloe ly. slowly white; then in a low mere fitthe end of the long table,!
voice said: I'm and that Norah was far away from
afraid %%n ar(wlntrudinQ upon hent at the upper end.
a little love scene, and are rather do The meal appeared to Cyril to'
trop. Let us efface ourselves." stretch into eternity; but Lady 'fres-'
"Will you take me to Lndy Fern- simt;ton rose at last, and ho took her'
dale, lir. Berton?" and in silence he back to the ball room.
led her to the lite of dowagers at "Now you have Bono your duty,
the other end of the room, and, with Mr. Burne, don't let me keep you,"'
a low. reverent inl bow, left her., • snid Lady Tressington, settling her -
Meanwhile Cyril hnd taken Ileccaa self in the chair she hnd occupied
ern, and was hurrying her to the during the whole of the evening.
tent: but at the door Beets drew ••(•an you tell me the tithe? I sup-
bae!. half shyly. • pose it will not last much longer. 1
"i—i don't want to go back just have a young daughter here some -
yet ,"
ume-
yet," she murmured."Yon go and %there. and we must be thinking of
leave me, Air. Borne. I've given you going."
trouble enoneh nlrendy " 1'yril looked at his emelt and told
'•l'ou'd like to stay in the air n her.
little anile longer? Very well, lt,v'ea _So late!" she said. "it is quite
go and sit dawn ngnin until you fir! ,;iter inv girl ass in bed. Well you
all right," he snid, end vitt' n fie•'! ! ., so Level rs to find her far me.
and a nettle he left her. G'• line. it t L •1 inure she is the one with the dnrk
truth must he told, erectt!y re i i tee() in nor hair."
Ile entered the tnergt.e tiering rte e- Cy-ril treat off, thinkin-r lith (lis-
tened in the (levees, and at may as he went that in n short. a
looked round for Norale very short t Inc he too twist 1 e off;
stet was sitting testae lardy 1.,;'' •int is. if he meant to catch the
.!ale'. still pale bet composed, tlto'e h market train, which would enable
t r Ir; rt wns nehing, her bruin Imre- hirn to keep 1.1: appointment with
with the emotion that threaten- Lord Newall.
.'.I 10 overmaster her. . He found L.tdy 'Tr.esington's
Whet did it mean? Could it be pr's- , daughter, a young girl Just out of
•ibI.t that Cyril. her hero, her got!.' the schoolroom, and full to the brim
,. hose hath and honor she woul.l n ith delight In her first hell, and
' • answered for with her life. was,delivered the message.
e, • le her? "(th, deer! So soon!" she said
Had the scene ehe and wit net -•'.1 pouting her fresh young Hutnncf
been a trick of her imagination? She'looking at Cyril reproachfully ''Are
ltd seen hint place a ring nn itecen's i you sure matmmt Feld we were go-
foger, hnd seen the girl look up into - inq? i thought you were going to
his Nee with fear dimmed eyes. an i insk me to (lance'" she added, with
kiss his hand with a passionate do- the naivete of a schoolgirl.
his high resolve, of the chance which
luck had given him, of what Jack
would say, of what Norah herself
would say if 1.0 let it slip; and he
groaned.
%'as there no way of letting her
know where iso was going and wits,
no way of telling her bow cruelly she
had made him seller that night, and
begging her for nn explanation?
Even as he asked himself the question
ho saw Boca South coating from the
tent.
She was wrapped in a shawl, and
was evidently going home in company
with some of the girls of the %Magi,
who were with her.
Her presence naturally supplied him
with an idea. She had curried it
message for him once: the should do
so again.
Joining the croup, he went up to
her, and, touching her aro., whisper-
ed her name.
Sho started, and turned her face to
him, and its pallor struck hint as it
had done when he had run against
her on his way front the supper
room.
"('one with ate n minute, Itecca,'
t
he said in a whisper.
She diel not hesitate for n second,
but, obeying him as if he had a right
to command, took her arm from that
of the girl next to her. and said,
"Go on, Emily; i'll catch you up
directly."
The girl, indeed the whole of the
little group, looked at her and at
Cyril. and the one she addressed as
Emily giggled knowingly, and whis-
pered something which made the rest
laugh as they looked over their
shoulders.
Cyril was half n dozen verde in the
darkness. 'tetra following. 'linen he
stopped.
"l!ecca," he s lid, •'wi:l you do
something for n•?"
She nodded, her block eyes fixed
upon his face.
'flint's a good girl," ho said. "I
want you to take a letter to"— he
faltered for it utontent--"to Lady
Norah."
)leets nodded silently again.
"I—I wanted to say something to
her," said Cyril, "Int would riot gut
a chance to -night. Will you gire her
a note from me: givo it to her when
you are alone with her? You took n
message front me once, you know—"
"1 know. (live me the letter, Mr.
flume."
"It isn't written vet. Bergine and
where nm 1 to pot—Witit!" be hunte,l
his pockets and found nn old letter.
"Come this way," ho snit', quickly.
1Secen followed him to the edge of
tho snobbery, and. kneeling. down.
Cyril spread eat the half sheet of
Pelee on his int.
"New take this matchbox and lignt
a mntrh—oar after the other: keel)
them going till I've finished. 'There's
a g 1 girl, liecce," he r.nid.
Shn strnek n aux match, and held
it close to the paper, and lit others
in succession as he wrote the follow -
111•R':1 have been nbntlitt on important
business. i could not come to you
I could not a rite. Are you angry
bemuse of my nbsence? I have demo
nothing to deserve y..tir col(1neas. 'I'0-
morrow—to-cloy-1 must lento Eng-
land. I may be away months. I
cannot leave you without a word
pegging you to tell me why you have
treated me en cruelly. Norah! [lave
you forgotten in n short fortnight ell
that has pa'.ed bete ren us? Write
me a line, at:d nt once. to 'Lorient.
Brittany.' i shall know no happi-
ness until i hear from you, 1111 1
know that you sill' love mr.
"There! You will else it to her,
Beers'' .And Penn' And—I've no en-
velope, teal"
"No one shall see It. You ran trust
me. Mr. [lurnr"
"Yes," he said gravely, "I can
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IMPROVING '1'IIE HERD.
My earlier memory of cattle was et
a time when little care nas given
them, writes George E. Nichols.
They calved mostly in March and
April. 'Those cows that slid not
freshen in the spring %te:•c not bred
or allowed to calso until the follow-
ing spring. Not ono in 100 came
fresh in the fall. They were dry
from November until the following
spring. Such cows were ted hay,
stalks and stnnw toil no grain, ex-
cept front the time of becoming fresh
till they tient to grass. The milk
was set in little inns. 'Tho butter
'after the cows were nicely on grass,
was put in 100 -pound packages and
held until fall and sold to city mar-
kets. The farmer who made 200 Ibs
hitter per cow was a wonder; 150
pounds was a good average amount
per cow. My own lot averaged about
125 pounds. Pure-bred cattle were
not meth known or sought in those
days. The first thoroughbreds 1 re-
member were Shorthorns and 1)evons.
I became a farther, I suppose, bo -
cause I was bm•u on a tarot. I be-
came a caretaker of dairy rattle be-
cause everyone itt this section kept
dairy cattle. 1 became a breeder of
registered cattle simply because I
liked them. I early realized that cat -
!tie must be cared for well if we were
to make a living out of them.
I well remember the first wheat
bran I ever fed. I went 15 miles af-
ter it, our nearby towns not keeping
such luxuries for cows. I was not
;satisfied with the results and dispos-
ed of the native cows. Over 80 years
ago I got a registered Jersey bull.
lie was out of n cow giving 40 lbs.
milk per day. Too many farmot's
change their minds about the proper
tray to grade up a herd. I retnem-
• ber selling; a Jersey bull to a party
who used hits, getting n lot of splen-
did daughters. llo wanted to get
more milk and put inn Holstein to
breed his herd. When the Guernseys
did so well ho wanted the breed and
got them. As n consequence to -day
ho has a lot of ring -streaked and
speckled animals no bettor than he
started with years ago.
BUiJ.UING U1' 'TIiE Il1•:Itie
I used the registered bull for a few
years, but the one-half, throe -quarters
and sewer-ci;-htlis grades diel not take
on the color and shape of Jerseys
fast enough to suit etc. though they
were an improvement on their dams
ns butter cows. I wanted some reg-
istered cows. 1 lacked the money,
but finally I cot a couple heifers. I
had to be satisfied with cheap onus,
but it gave me experience I studied
pedigrees and breading. I bred some
good ones and culled out the poor
ones. 1 always used bulls from good
milk and butter families. We had to
trust you, i'ren. 'fake ft, then—and
for God's sake take care of it. You
runt know how important it is—"
His face wits pale in the light of the
match, and his lies quivered.
"You can trust oto!" she repeated.
Ile watched her intently as she
carefully hid the letter away in the
bosons of her dress.
"'Thank you, Mecca," he said. "And
goods,y for the present. I must go
now. I.etfie see you on your road."
"No, no," she said.
"I understand," he said. "Perhaps
are hind better go separately—" 1'vert
as he spoke a young anon and woman
passed close to him, and looked cur-
iously at them. and the girl called
out:
"Good -night, Deceit."
"(to on mea•, then," said Cyril. "I
will wait here until you have got
into the road. Good -night, and
thunk you! 1 hope your trouble
hes nil gone vow, 'keen," he added.
"My trouble? Oh, yes, sir. Good-
night. You needn't fear about the
letter. You can trust me."
CyriI looked after her, anxiously,
thinking only of his precious letter;
then he set oil across the park at a
sharp trot.
Once ho pulled up, suddenly s►nit-
ten by 0110 of those unaccountable
impulses which fall upon us fit times
—the impulse) to run after Bocce, and
see her safely to the vill
If ho hnd only done so! But he
thrust the impulse from him and hur-
ried on his own way.
('I'o be Continued.)
FIFTY CENTS
'N some conditions the
gain from the use
of Scott's Emulsion is
very rapid. For this
reason we put up a
hftyccnt size, which is
enough for an ordinary
co!Igh or cold or useful
as a trial for babies
and children, In other
cnndilions the gain is
slower health cannot
be 's)tl;lt up in a day.
In su-h cases Scott's
Emulsion most be taken
as nourishment; a food
rather than a medicine.
It's a food for tired and
weak digestions.
pend for free Iesmle
SCOTT & BOWNE, chaps
Tweet., Ova
pee sad liven. AAlnssgsste
The Standard of Purity
t!
LAOA"
CEYLON TEA for Matchless Quality Is far
ahead of any other Tea.
Sold only in lead packets. eoc, 5oc, and hoc. per lb,
By all Urocers, Black, Mixed or Green.
tllgh:st award, St. Louts, tone.
make our own butter. Tho Babcock
test was not known then. At first
little pans, then the large, shallow
pans were set in spring water. Then
followed the deep cans set in ice
water to force the cream separation
a little faster. It was perhaps a lit-
tle cleaner, too, but this was not
fast or thorough enough. 'Then came
tho separator with a steam engine
to run it. With this latter rig, are
have been staking butter for 14
vearS.
Our nutter product of 125 hounds
from tho poorly kept native cow
gradually grew with experience in
feeding and better breeding. With
the improvements for getting tho
creast out of the ►silk, our butter
product soon reached 800 pounds of
butter per cow. Wo have not increas-
the product much during the last ten
years as I don't believe it pays. at
least in a breeding herd, to force
cows much higher. Better cows and
better care called for better barns.
I never put water in the stables, be-
cause I believed it best for tho cat-
tle to be out of doors as much urs
possible without exposure.
When I fixed over the barn, I put
in a silo. For several years I have
fed dry cornstalks while they lasted
with four to ten pounds hay per cow
per day according to her time of
freshening and capacity. Tho grain
ration is what is termed a narrow
one. I grind what corn and oats we
raise, purchase glueen and wheat
bran and a little oil meal, to bring
the ration about 1 to 5. This may t
read easy, but to accomplish these,
results with no money except what
was made off the farm, It was hard
work. 'I'o bring a farm from ten
cows to 10 or 50 head, put up good
butldtngs :n place of poor ones, look
after and school a family of child -
,ren (and poor indeed is ho who has
no children), to develop a herd from
125 to 800 pounds butter per cow
per year, has taken nerve and perse-
verance. but it has paid.
• Tho farm nas earned it and I'havo
put it back. It has proved a good
invests eat. We can get good milk
and butter crows, by having only
grades, but we must be sure of the
sire. He must be by a proven sire,
• of a good family. Our sire trust be
out of a cow equally as good or
better than the sire. I believe a lot
depends in the lino of limns. If wo
are breeding only grades the sire
must be a good one for all the im-
provement must cone through hint.
While we are trying to improve our
!farms, herds and flocks, let us not
ineglect to improve ourselves. Have
the house full of good reading mat-
ter for all members of the family and
'see that sono sort of entertainment
18 not lacking. The ole! saying, "all
work and no ploy makes Jack a dull
boy," is too true on many a farm.
POULTRY IiOI'Sl' S.
The greater number of poultry
houses have one serious objection, it
seems to ace, and that is they are
.not made substantial enough writes
;L. E. Bartlett. A farmer who owns
his farm should endeavor to mnke all
buildings substanti.il, with good
stone foundations—buildings that will
last for a generation or longer. '!'hey
will cost more in the first place, but
to the long run will be the cheapest.
I built a house recently, that will
keep 100 hens comfortable during the
-winter, 1111(1 will reduce the work of
fighting tnites to the minimum in
warm weather.
The building is 10x20 feet with 5 -
loot poets. the longest way from east
to west. The foundation walls are of
limestoere laid in mortar and extend
about 12 inches above the ground.
The hull ling is sheathed with cheap
'utterer and over that tarred paper,
then sided with drop siding. and the
(roof shingled. There is ono window
(in the vest side and two on the south
side, with a door between. The win-
dows are, covered inside with woven
wire fencing.
On the inside I lathed and plaster-
ed it. 'I'he drop siding alone would
do very well without the tar paler
and sheathing where the house is
plastered. Inside of the foundation
walls I filled in with earth, packed
down solid and laid a cement floor
about level with the top of founda-
tion walls, thus insuring a dry floor,
where no surface water can run in.
I partitioned oft 8 feet from ono end
for sitting hens. The partition is
of woven wire and a row of nests ex-
tends along under the partition about
2 feet above the floor.
The nests open into either room.
By the use of a slide, which can be
slipped over the opening to the
larger room, when a hen wants to
sit site can be shut away front the
laying hens, and given an outlet to
the smaller room only where feed,.
water, gravel and a box of dry earth
aro kept for her use. The roosts aro
in the larger rOOw with no dropping
boards under them. With a cement
floor they aro unnecessary. If covered
with straw, it is easily cleaned. If
the hens are kept shut in the house
during tho cold weather, it should
be cleaned at least once a week anti
fresh straw scattered over it.
The plastered walls and cement
floor may seem an unnecessary ex-
pense to some, but the advantages
are great, The plaster is easily
whitewashed anti with a woven wire
partition, and no dropping boards,
there is small chance for insects to
harbor. Mites can be easily got rid
of and rata cannot get through the
floor.
There is a dusting box about 4
feet square and 10 inches deep in the
larger room. A couple of barrels fill -
'ed with dry earth or road dust in
the summer will keep the box sup-
plied all winter, and the hens will
ikeep themselves free from lice. A
barrel or two of gravel should be laid
In before winter alsg, and a pan of
it kept before the hens all of the
time. It is surprising how much of
it they will consume. If the gravel
lis run through a coarse screen, so as
to take out the larger stones that a
hen cannot swallow, it will bo better
for tttenc.
HERE AND THERE.
Notes of Interest From the Four
Quarters of the Globe.
One-third of the land surface of the
globe is covered with trees.
About 1,500,000 persons are em-
ployed in the coal -trines of the world.
Ilio purest air in cities is said to
ho that about 25ft. above the street
surface.
A shipyard at Ornlnnto, Japan,
still in operation, was established 1,-
900 years ago.
Gibraltar may fairly be called the
land of tunnels, there being over
seventy utiles of burrowed rock.
The elephant seldom sleeps more
than four or live hours a day, in
spite of its capacity for hard work.
Nearly every Chinaman can read,
but out 00 per cent. of the women
aro entirely uucducated.
Germany is aide to feed about nine -
tenths of her nearly 110,000,000 in-
habitants on (ho products of her own
soil.
No married man in Vienna is al-
lowed to go up in a balloon without
the formal consent of his wife and
children.
Pineapples are so plentiful in Natal
at certain seasons that they are not
worth carting to market, and so are
'often given to pigs.
Shepherds believe the %tool on a
sheep's hack is an unfailing barome-
ter. The curlier the wool, the finer
will be the weather.
In Fiji the coinage consists chiefly
of whales' teeth those of greeter
value being dyed red. The nntites
exchange twenty quite teeth for one
red one, as we rhange copper and
silver.
Many Greenland women are perfect-
ly bald on tho skies of the heads,
owing to their method of dressing the
hair, which is pulled back with pain-
ful tightness and held in place by •
;ribbon.
AFTER PECACII.
'Ileo two combatants enter upon • harder struggle than evar,