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Exeter Times, 1912-8-22, Page 211113 WHITE LADY; OR, WHAT THE HRIISU SAID. CHAPTER X.—(Cont'd) 1 thanked him for 1)is kindness, and he nodded gravely, but without speaking, and presently lighted hos pipe and fell into lri,s usual thoughtful silence. And su, with hardly a dozen words between us. we ,finished the journey to Exeter. Here we dined together at the Crab Tree Inn, 'after which I saw Mr. Iiskard to hie trap and bid him farewell. "You are going William?" he said. "Yes." "To the wars?" •,Yes,,, Ile shook hands with nee, and saying eimply, "I hope you may reeurn safe, and so good-bye to you." he cracked his whip and drove straight off without once look- inback.. I went straight into the town, found t� reeruittng party, and learning that the Dorsetshire Light Infantry, stationed at Weymouth, were taking recruits, enlisted for that regiment at once, and within for- ty-eight hours found myself once mare at droll. :%% He .laughed pleasantly, end giving me one of his arck looks, replied, "Rather! Been at it ever siuoe I could walk,. I'm subject to it, I've got it very bad just now: "And who is the—the victim?" I inquir. ed.. Joyce laughed again, "That's right, old fellow, he said; you play the cynic and get some of the poison oft your chest. The victim is the very bonniest, best, and clear- est girl in Sussex, and her name is—" "Woman," I suggested. "Ha, ha. ha!" laughed Boyce, "what an old hedgehog you argil Of course her name is woman. Shouldn't 1 look well making love to a stained.glass angel? And there's worse creatures Chau women. Do yt•u know what Izaak Walton said about the stra;wber'ry?" "No.' "He said doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did. And doubtless God could have made something nieer than a woman, but if He tried He kept the creature in His own garden, as being too good for Adam." CHAPTER XI, "You are certainly in love. h better than "And you certainly ought to be, But I diked my new terns muc my old one. The men were not so rough, the worst of it is, love is like pills: some and the drill instructors, though very trypmy other favoritenot w 1presext. iipt ones y • ou "What is that?'" „Work." "Work? What kind of work?" "Well, say study. I'm going in for a mix- ture of grammar, arithmetic, and single - stick. Will you try 'em?" "I don't care." "It's a bet, comrade; come for a stroll fever, too, and the one subject of gossip along the cliffs now, and I'll tell you how nd surmise at a one and canteen to fall in love without previous experi- aence, hindrance to present ocoupation, or the aid of a master. Thus invited, I left my gloomy perch by the treacherous green sea, and walked for the first time by the side of the bray est and gentlest and truest solder that ever parried a musket. From that hour Philip Joyce and I be- came fast friends. We studied together, fenced together, swam together, and shared our hopes and griefs together, and by the end of September, when the news of the splendid victory of the Alma sent all the regiment frantic with enthusiasm, the dreadful shadow was lifted from my heart, and I began to see, as in a glass darkly, that an unselfish and brave man can never sink under despair. Joyce was, under his pleasantly playful manner, a wonderfully steadfast and ear- nest man, who looked upon duty not as the burden, but as the object of life. "Duty,, he said, in his quiet, undoubting way, is not a thing made for a man to do. Man is a thing made to do duty' And be did his duty cheerfully, faithfully, and well. He was very much in love, and he at- tended to that duty as sedulously and as earnestly as to all others. And though he seldom spoke of his sweetheart, I knew that it was for fear of wearying me with her praise, and not because she was ever absent from his mind. "Davis," he said to me one day—it was the day on which the rumor came that we were to proceed to the Crimea—"Davis, that girl is my salvation. Her love is the star I steer by. The hope of seeing her again is strong enough to carry me through any trouble that Fate can send." And as he spoke, Jack Burnsall of our company flung open the barrack -room door •end ebouted gleefully. "Boys! The route's in. We are for the front." strict, were less roue to bullying. Still, the life in barracks was a great change from that in the lonely little farm amongst the tors, The bustle, the sound of the marching, the music, and the eon. Curial clanging of the bugles intensified the contrast to the silence of the long winter amongst the snows of Dartmoor. The men were all smitten with the war Every day brought its exciting news. Now some regiment farther up -country had got the route; now the fleet was mus- tering at 'Spithead; now the French were despatching troops to Varna, or the Turks were daily expecting to come into collis- ion with the enemy. Our men grew more and more eager, and looked out with ever-increasing anxiety for the order to march. So that, although the drills were made longer and more frequent, no one thought of grumbling. Every hour's work made us more fit for the campaign, every day shortened the interval between us and the savage delight of battle. But when the general orders were made known, and the Dorsetshire Regiment dis- 'covered that it was to remain in Barri•: son, the men went nearly mad with dis- appointment, and broke out into open manifestations of disgust. There were rough times then in Wey- mouth. The soldiers drank and stayed absent, and got punishment drill, and broke out of barracks, and were sent ;u' sells. The piequets were trebled, the sentries doubled, another drill a day was put "on without effect, and at last the colonel formed the -regiment up in hollow square and appealed to them to steady themselves. My lads," he said, "you are ne worse disappointed than I am; but a good sol- dier obeys orders and asks no questions. Pull yourselves together, men. Steady, steady. No more drinking no more rant- ing. Do your duty and keep your powder dry. You'll be wanted soon, and then we'll let them see what the Dorsetshire boys can do in action. At present we can only show our mettle by waiting.. It's one of the hardest things a • soldier has to do. Steady, men, steady, and give me a chance to be proud of you." This speech had a great effect on the men. They recovered their balance di- rectly, and settled down to their duty with exemplary patience; but they grumbled terribly, and the swearing was both loud and deep. For my part I was bitterly disappoint- ed. I had felt impelled to rush into this war by a feeling of intense longing to es- cape from my own gloomy thoughts, and here I was baulked of the promised dan- ger and excitement and driven in upon myself once more.. As a consequence I'sank into a condi- tion of morbid melancholy, in which the idea of suicide was for ever struggling in my mind against the feeling that my sister Alice, in heaven would feel my sin. It was useless to struggle against this chilly shadow—the shadow of grief and loneliness under which my soul drooped and languished. I grew daily more hope- less and morose. I did my work mechani- cally, and spent all my leisure time upon the rocks by the sea, where I was wont ,to sit and brood hour after hour on the $blankness of my ruined life. One. day I had gone out as usual, and was sitting on a steep rock looking down into the deep green water at its base and dallying with the idea of death, when a young corporal named Joyce, passing along the cliffs above, caught sight of me, and came down to my dangerous seat above the tempting sea. I had often noticed this corporal—in- deed, he belonged to my company—and. had always thought him a fine soldier and a kind man. He was of medium height, slight and strong, and fair. He. had a complexion which a lady might have envied, a ready, genial smile; and a pair of eyes as blue as forget-me-nots, and as innocent and candid as the eyes of a child. He came now and salt down close by me, smiling pleasantly, and saying in a kind voice, "Good evening, comrade; what are you doing here all alone? You stare at the water as if it was alive." "How do you know it isn't alive?" I said CHAPTER XII. The news that we were for the front ran through the barracks like the sound of a bell. With shouting . and imprecations, with yells of laughter and chorousing of patriotic songs, with much mild chatter and exaggerated - gesticulations, with drumming of tin cans and flourishing of caps, the Dorsetshire Regiment poured out, half-dressed, from every door, and hurried hot and turbulent to the can- teen. It was a great hour. Young Simplon, the junior ensign, a pink -faced boy not a year from school, went clattering from door to door along the officers : block, bawling out the tidings of great joy. Lieutenant Showers, the adjutant, strode into the barrack square and shouted for the "Sergeant Majaw." The colonel turn- ed out in undress uniform and smoking cap, shook hands with the senior major on the mess terrace, and called the jun- ior captain "old boy." The sergeant -ma- jor howled for the bugler, the bugler blew for the orderly sergeants, and the order- ly sergeants took down instructions from the adjutant enjoining steadiness and so- briety, what time the men set themselves zealously to the task of getting drunk. Orderfollowed order, bugle call melted into bugle call, the adjutant chased the sergeant -major, the sergeant -major chased the orderly sergeants, the'orderly sergeants harried the orderly corporals, the orderly corporala raced around the lines. "Confined to barracks"; "Canteen to be closed" "Rifles to the armorers"; "A Company for doctor's inspection"; "B Company for kit inspection";. "C Company for bayonet sharpening fatigue"; and still the excitement grew. Down came the drummer boys with fifes and drums to rattle out the "Red, White and Blue," headlong poured the Dorset- shires from the canteen, flushed and jubi- lant to shout the chorus. Off rode the ad- jutant to town, up same the quartermas- ter bursting with business. Louder waxed gloomily. "I look at it because I cannot the din, fiercer grew the fever, and through help looking at it. It seems to speak to it all Phil Joyce sat under the verandah me; and I keep thinking and thinking.' smoking his pipe and reading "Lindley And -what is it you think, Davis?" Murray." asked Joyce; . "nothing very, pleasant,I, Por my part, X was infected by the virus should imagine :--ai^ teiSi.,e`iL'coi•,"and wandered restlessly "No," I answered. "I keep thinking is it wrong to kill oneself when it would be so pleasant to do it?" Joyce sat silent for a while, then laid his hand upon my arm, and said gently. "That won't do, comrade, that's bad. Your mind's sick. You must take some phy- sic." "What physic shall I take?" I asked him bitterly. He answered promptly, "Try a dose of friendship." I don't know where they sell it," I re- plied. Joyce smiled, and shook his head. "They don't sell it, my lad," he replied; "but they give it --try a little of mine." "Yours?" "Yes, mine. Bless you, I've got a lot of it in stock, and no customers, Come, Davis, I have seen for a long time that you had something on your mind. That's not a common complaint with soldiers. They very seldom have any minds, poor fellows But you have, and it's sick. Open a vein,comrade; sell me all about it. What's the trouble?" I told him what the trouble was. Row I had lost the only triend X ever had, and how my life was black and empty, and I bad nothing to live for. "I see," said Joyce, quietly; "I see. You've had a hard life, and a sad one,. end this big trouble has been more than. you could carry. I'm not going to preach resignation to you; but I cannot let you mope like this. Besides, there is some- thing to live for—there is a logit to live for." "hat?" 1. demanded, gloomily. ,"what is there to five for?" • "Why," said Joyce, "plenty of things. Doing your drill, and cleaning sour traps, andreading books, and looking at the fields and flowers, and laughing at peo- ple. and being sorry for them, and helping them, and falling out with tinsel, and go- ing to bed and getting up agete, and eat- ing your meals, and cursing the tomncis- sariat, and failing in love, and getting married, find having cbildrjfi, and row- ing old, and being a tnai, in short. hat's how I look at it," "I cannot do any of those things," said 1, almost tempted lets a smile by his whimsical summary of the foals of. We. tloeildn t yan fall , in loess with some, ' he asked' na•F sl' , • t.ixy heed mind sighed. II" 'said loi?" . cs, t„"I Bald, ua:r to and fro, now taking ?..rub at my cart- ridge -box, and now walkingrapidly up and down the square. Hat at length night came and quenched the fire of enthusiasm, and after some spasmodic bursts of profanity and song, the Dorsetshire Regiment fell asleep and snored with great precision and unani- mity. When the next morning came, the re- giment got up in a business -like and so- ber frame of mind. Barracks were clean- ed, baggage was packed, arms and ac- coutrements made ready for the march, and with the exception of a ceaseless flow of gossip about the battle that had been fought, and those which should be fought, there was little in the conduct of the men to mark the importance of the occasion. On this day Joyee put away his books, prepared his traps, and then sat down and wrote a long letter to his sweetheart. I met him afterwards returning from the post. He was looking very grave, and on seeing me said simply, "Poor Amy, It's cruel fortune for her. But duty's duty, Willie, my lad, and men and women are in the hands of God.” "Are yon glad to go to the fronts Phil?" I , asked him. "No," he answered seriously; "I. am very sorry, What is there to be glad for?" I made no answer, but left him on pre- text of attending to some imaginary duty, for I was glad, and—I was ashamed of it. The next morning we were to leave bar• racks and go by .train to Portsmouth, whence we were to embark for the Cri- mea, The parade was called for ten o'clock. By nine we were all dressed in marching order, and -standing about in groups outside the barrack rooms, waiting for the sound of the bugle to fall id. It was at this time that the first patrh of shadow showed itself in the piastre. Hitherto I bad seen the war with my own selfish eyes' onlyBut now, Pluming the married quarters, I canoe across many pa. thetie groups—the married soldlera tak- ing Mete of their wives and children. The first of these grcbps was formed lay Pat Harrington, hie wife, and their five little ones, The hitter looked on, sad and wondering, not realizing the . fullt port Of that which they saw: The Maher, a £yplea1.sirldier'e wife and old cantp•fol' Tower, .stood Diose to her line hand, talking loudly and 'rabidly to hide er emotion,. alirl nerirtettely'0001sing, =s e e spokeat. e were tear COULD 111 BE SPARED The word Bovril hat become a house- hold word throughout the world. Bovril Itself has become an established part of the food supply of all civilized people. If there were no Bovrilevery hospital would be that notch poorer, every doctor would be at a loss to f!nd a tine substitute, every nurse would be thrown on her . own resources to provide nourishing invalid food. If there were no. Bovril, athletes in training would be less fit, and competitors in games would lose a great support. If there were no Bovril, ahildran would miss the quickly mails: hunger satisfying sandwich, Housekeepers would be less ready to meet an emergency demand for food. If . there were no Bovril the damping party and the picnic party would be more difaoult to feed, If there were no Bovril, life in the cottage would entail a far greater amount of cooking and fewer tasty dishes than at present. But there is Bovril and its uses are so many and so well kuown that life is made pleasanter and its burdens made fewer. Help Bovril on hand. in her hot eyes in spite of her efforts, and her voice was husky, "Ye'll take keer of y'ere buoy, Pat, an' not be after wastin' it. It's maybe the long while before ye gets more. An' ye'1l wroite avick, and don't go philanderin' in- to fire for sheer foolishness, and you wid an owld wreck al a wife, an' a basketful of babbles behint yez- An' yell send us 'a thrifle—whin ye can, Patsy, an'—howly Mary! What's that?—" It was the roll of the drum: the first warning of the muster. Poor Pat bent down and kissed' the little Harringtons, wrung his wife's hand, coughed, settled his stock, and marched away towards the pa- rade. I followed him, and as I went passed close to Corporal Allan's young wife, who was being led away by another woman, and was sobbing wildly as she went and covering her face with her shawl. These sights shook me a good deal, -so that I noticed little of what passed until the regiment stood under- arms with the band and drums in front, and,the colors unoased, awaiting the command to start. Then I looked sharply round. The gates were wide open on our left; and a dense crowd had collected outside, and was surg- ing in upon the square. , The adjutant was curbing in his horse as he rode away from the colonel's side: The colonel sat clean and prim, but with a half -smile on his stern face, and ran his eye proud- ly along the column. The big drummer I could just catch a glimpse of, with his right arm raised, and beyond him the great hairy cap of the drum major, and the gilded head of his long staff leaning outwards. "Bat -talion," the colonel's voice rang out. A perceptible thrill went through the ranks. The crowd at the gates seemed to waver like corn in a breeze. 'Fours Right! By successive companies from the front—" I saw the big drummer raise his arm. I heard a subdued buzz from the crowd, then the sound. of a woman's wail from the other flank, ,nnd then, "Quick—Marrolti!" The big drum boomed. A Company step ped off: Captain Dawlish called out in his clear tenor, "No. 2, by the left"—and then came a crash of music, a low, rumb- ling, rising roar of cheers from the peo- ple at the gate, and the Dorsetshire Re- giment had started for the seat of war. Very steadily, though with a somewhat rapid and ohoppy step, the regiment marched through the town, the crowd closing in all round' it like a sombre sea, the cheers running along the street like Kentish fire, and the ladies and children waving their handkerchiefs from all the balconies and windows. It was very lively and cheery, but soon over, and in less than half an hour we were packed tight in the narrow and com- fortless compartments of the train, gasp- ing for air amid the fumes of coarse to- bacco, and refreshing ourselves as best we could by snatches of questionable song, and nips of; potent but malodorous rum, of which we had apparently not stinted ourselves. It was dark when we reached Ports- mouth and marched to the barracks es- corted by a noisy crowd, and preceded by theband of the Marines, sent to "play ns in," • "Well," said I to Joyce, "this has been a lively day, and I'm tired." Joyce smiled. "Ah!" said he, "you wait till to-morrow—and you'll see something," And I did. That night our men fraternised with the Marines- ::and much, beer was swallowed, and many songs were sung, SO that again the Dorsetshires slept heavily, and snor- ed as one man. (To be continued,) BEFORE: OR AFTER. "I thought that in the fifteen years of my practice of medicine," said a physician, "I' had answered almost every possible foolish ques- tion, but a new one was ,sprung on me recently. A young man came in with an inflamed eye. for which I prescribed liniment—to be drop- ped into the eye three times a day. He left the surgery. but returned in a few minutes, poked his head in the doorway and asked; "Shall I drop this in the eye be- fore meals or after i" s OnthcFarffl SOUND, COMMON SENSE. Have the cows come fresh in the fall. If this practice were follow- ed generally, there is little question. but that at least 50 pounds of but- ter -fat per year would be added to the average product per ow in the state. Having cows freshen at this time brings the heaviest milking during the winter, when one has the most time, It brings the care of the calves in the winter; it allows the feeding of the skim -milk to the calves in the winter,' while they need it ; and to the young pigs dur- ing the early summer, when it means so much to them. Calves dropped in,the fall are ready for grass as • soon as it comes in the .spring. Cows freshening in the fall will, if well cared for, give a good flow of milk in the winter ; and when the grass comes a good flow during the early summer ; and most of them will be dry during harvest and fall work, when there is plenty to do without a lot of milking. The average price of but- ter will also be higher, because of a larger portion of it being pro- duced during the winter, when pric- es are invariably higher than in summer. TEACH OBEDIENCE. A good trainer and a good driver seldom uses the word "whoa," but when he does use it he means for the horses, -to come absolutely to a standstill. A horse can understand that, and will obey that, if he is taught it. Begin at the beginning to teach him if he does not stop when he hears to command some - ting painful and sudden will hap- pen. Do it instantly and with firm- ness, not with unnecessary sever- ity, but with .sufficient force t,o cause immediate effect. That horse will never, forget the lesson. Never suffer hito lapse into disobedi- ence. It is a comfort to drive a horse that knows enough to stop when commanded, and lives are saved by this obedience, too. Once rightly trained and afterward influenced to remain obedient, the horse obeys automatically, stopping at the com- mand "whoa" even when badly frightened by cars or automobiles, or any other "scarey" objects. FEEDING VALUES. Based on the average farm price of feeds for the last ten years, oats are worth on the farm $19.37 per ton, and feeding of the skim -milk to the calves is worth' $17.50 per ton, and has a feeding value of $21.- 98; corn is worth $13.63 per . ton, and has a feeding value of $22.66. In other words, at the average farm price, a dollar's worth of feed in oats costs 92 cents; in barley, 80 cents; and in corn, 65 cents. -'The feeding value is figured on the basis of bran at $20 per ton. On this same basis, a dollar's worth of food nutriments could bo supplied in clover hay for 40 cents; in fodder COM 57 cents; and in timothy hay for 60 cents; in ensilage . for 78 cents. In view of the above facts, it is plain that 'a combination 'of corn and clover will make a most eco- nomical feed. ` DAIRY HELPS. Never cover milk while warm in the cans as it will produce a musty odor. The milker who will thump a cpw for squirming under the attack of flies ought to -be hoisted out of the barn on the toe. of the dairyman's boot. Why should the hired man be ex- .�a�h and Every 5—P'Ound SCQIANa Package of _ ,Extra Granulated Sugar contains $ pounds full weight of Canada's finest sugar, at its best. Ask your grocer J for the 5—Pound Package.. CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., Limited, Montreal. 11 petted to work ten hours or mere in the harvest field, and then while hot and dirty tackle the milking job. In some states the law is that all milk after July lst must be pasteur- ized before leaving the creamery. In Denmark milk is pasteurized at all times. Need not expect to keep up the milk flow during the tailend of sum- mer unless you have .plenty of soil- ing crops to feed. Dead grass does not produce milk. A $5 bill will buy a detective in the farm of a Babcock tester which will show up every cow in the herd that does not earn her keep. ORCHARD NOTES. Many farmers who have been growing fruit for years do not know that the apple and most other fruit trees form fruit buds in the late summer months. In very dry weather fruit buds are formed .quite early and in case of a wet fall immature fruit buds sometimes change into leaf buds. Most small fruits form their fruit buds in the spring: A Missoui'i correspondent writes : "I have been told to apply strong: kerosene emulsion . to my apple trees for scab. Is this better than Bordeaux mixture?" No. Bordeaux mixture is effective, but kerosene is not. The only way to apply Bor- deaux mixture is by spraying so that every part of the tree is cov- ered. This cannot be done with a swab. AREATED MILK, All milk should be areated as soon as taken from the cow: This can be done by passing it through the sepaartor, but it not as good as a device which divides the milk into many fine streams and then allows it to flow over a wide sur - fate in thin sheets with plenty of ice to keep the surface cool. If nothing better can be had, milk may .be areated by placing the cans in a trough of cold water and diping the milk with a long -handled dipper and pouring it back into the can until it is thoro> cool. /14 Butter may be kept cool in hot weather by filling abasin with old water, and putting the bitter on a plate on the top of the basin. "Yes, sir ; when we were am- bushed, we got out without losing a man or a horse or agun or—" "A minute," chimed ina small, sti11 voice. CANARY A HOSPITAL PET. Bird That Brightens the Lives of English Incurables. "-How, is Dinky this morning?" "Did she come in last night?" These are the first inquiries which patients at the Royal Hospital for Incurables at Putney Heath, Lon- don, England, make every morning on rising. Dinky is a bird that brightens their days. There is probably no tamer, no more intelligent bird in London than Dinky. She is a canary, Every morning she leaves her cage and flies to a horse trough about two hundred yards away, where she takes her daily dip. In the wards she saunters from patient to patient, and her chirrup seems to bid them "good morn- ing." When she has made sure that every one has seen Dinky she leaves the patients to spend the day with the sparrows. Punctually at 5 Dinky returns to the wards, where speculation is generally rife among patients as to whom she is 'going to have tea with. Dinky likes to please everybody, and she chooses her hostess in turn. After tea she takes leave and makes again for the open. Little Tommy—Mother, were men awful scarce when you married papa, or did you feel sorry .:for him? Two-thirds of the inhabitants of New South Wales belong to the Church of England. The largest pyramid in Egypt contains 90,000,000 cubic . feet of stone. - ° • DARKLING -WATER, cool and kj sweet, refreshes the farmer who builds a Concrete Well or Tank HE FARMER, above all others, appreciates good water. He drinks more water than the city man. The city -dweller is dependent upon the public water -supply for the purity of his water, while the farmer can have his own private source of water, and thugs 'be sure that it is pure and healthful. AN hasn't found a better drink than cool water,'ro erl _ collected and stored. eBut . p p �' s o d in order to keep water fresh and pure, a tank or well casin that will keep out everypossible impurity must g � P ybe used. CON -CRETE IS THE IDEAL MATERIAL FOR TANKS' AND WELL -CASINGS. absolutely water -tight, pro tec ting your water from seepage of all 'THERE are scores of otheruses for concrete on our farmero everyfarm, YfTkrnida, It cannot rot or crumble. It is easily cleaned inside. Time you would like to know of them, for our bo . , r book, What the l'arrner.Can and water, int read of causitrg it to decay, actually make it stronger. Do tth Concrete. The book is absolutely free. Illi Premiere' %Jo'mation .Cc- partment will help you [o decide how to Itutld anythin ',from aporch- step to a 8110. ?'lie arervtce is free— you don't even have to ptorxtre to build, 'When 1n doubt ii.kiheInform. allot .t7eparimeee Address Oublicity Macaxgcr' 'W'H'ENyoa go to buy cement be sure that this label to on every bag and barrel. Then nad a l Company ���' ,,,' you know you aro getfing the L,iwitcsl cement that the farmers of Canada have found to be the 566.554 HERALD RLDO., MONTREAL best, • NOTES OP INTEREST FR4 i1 HER;, BAMS. AND BRAES... What is Going on in Tho IfIghlansb nod Lowlands, et Auld Scotia. William McGill was sentenced to 6 months' hard labor at Rothesay for pocket -picking. Within the past three weeks no fewer than four outbreaks of fire have occurred in Paisley. George G, Bain, draper, of ICit marnock; and also a member of the School Board, died suddenly, The constabulary of the three Lothians and Peebleshires have been granted an increase of pay.' William Holland, fireman, was fined £4 at Ayr Sheriff Court for absenting himself from work with- out consent. The Brock trustees have accepted the offer of the new Brock baths at Dumbarton. The total cost is about £8,000, 0 Sir Charles Cayzer of Gartmore has offered to erect new recreation rooms for the inhabitants -of Garb - more village. Sergeant Thomson of the 1st Cif of Glasgow Battery, 3rd Lowland Brigade, R. F. A., was accidentally killed at firing. Mr. John. Laing, headmaster of Croftamie Public Schools, Loch Lo- mondside, has retired after 48 years' service. The Linlithgow Dean of Guild Court have passed plans for a new factory to be erected on a site at St. Magdalene's. A fall of the roofing has occurred in the Lady Victoria Pit, Newbat- tle, and one man named Alexander Archibald was killed, For attempting to pink pockets at Tweedsmouth, William Ross, of Newcastle, was sentenced ,to three months' hard labor. A plan has been submitted to Ed- inburgh Dean of Guild Court for a university extension in George' square of £12,000. Oraigforth House, Primrose Bank road, Edinburgh, has been entered by •burglars and a quantity of jew- elry was stolen. Hugh Cadden was sentenced to 40 days' imprisonment at Dundee Po- lice Court for kicking a woman named Margaret Buick. ' Mr. Robert . Robinson, Cereals, Annan, has offered to entirely re- novate and reseat the interior of Erskine U. F. church, Annan. At Glasgow James Bolton and Annie Devlin Bolton were fined £50 each for the illicit sale of liquor in a shop at 90 King street. Mr. J. Martin White, of Dundee, has offered £300 a year for four years for the institution of a lec- tureship on sociology in the univer- sity. The death has occurred,in the. person of Mr. David Walker, Coul- lie, Udny, of one of the best known farmers in Central Aberdeenshire. At Stranraer Sheriff .Court, Wm. Gilchrist Taylor was fined for driv- ing a motor car aft 22 miles an hour within the 10 -mile limit " of Loth - ares. Mr. John MacKechnie, who was a volunteer during the Crimean War and had the Crimean medal with the Sebastopol clasp, has just died at Leith. Over twelve hundred yards of cast, iron pipe, have been laid in the Langholm water extension scheme, and the excavation for the reser- voir has ben completed. op POINTED PARAGRAPHS. Many a. man's courage isn't skin deep. Worthless people are often more . amusing than worthy ones. When two smiles come together in a headLon collision the result is a kiss. A man likes to acknowledge his faults to a woman who insists that he has none.-. It is said that there are people who have money and do not know how to enjoy it. Sometimes a girl misses a good thing by, pretending she doesn't want to be kissed. y One way for a man to find just what a woman really thin of him is to make her angry. Nothing jolts a married many more than to have his wife: spring one of his old love letters on him. The child who is afraid of the dark may become a politician: when. he grows up and fear the light. 1 1'1 e - HE WOULD Nl!,ED ONE. A..negro was in gaol, awaiting his, trial for the theft ofa,cow. His .wife called to see him, and a;s she went out the gaoler asked "Have you engaged. a lawyer to defend Jim yet, Mandy?" "No," said the dusky dame, with a decisive •shake ' ofthe head. "Ef Jiro was guilty, Ah'd get him a law- yer `at once; but he says he ain't guilty, so, a' course, Ah ain't a ,gwine to get no lawyer," Theta cache a voice from the dark-' ries of the cells "Mistah Grady," called the pri soncr, "tell dat yer niggah woman to it it- lawyer -and a jolly good • g one, tiro 1 "