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The day'work UM the Pagoda
Cafe was ended, Soon the lights
were extipgaished, and the girls
sought their homes, Oe of them,
however; a tall, pretty girl, with a
flower-like face, lingered near the
building. It Was obvious that she
Was 'expecting somebody, and the
somebody in question presently ap-
proached, lifting his hat and mur-
muring wordsof apology.
"Darling, I'm sorry to be late,"
he said, but I was detained at the
Courts over a tiresome Chancery
action. Hope you haven't been
waiting long V'
"No, dear. The cafe has only
just 'closed, Where are we going?"
"Well, to have bailie dinner, first
of all, and then I have seats for the
Lyceum."
"You're awfully good to me,"
she murmured, as they walked west-
wards; "but I do wish you wouldn't
spend so much money on theatre
seats,"
"Oh, that's all right," laughel
the young barrister. "I got a
couple of unexpected bits of devil-
ling to -day, and if I go on like this
I shall be quite painfully rich be-
fore long. By the way, clear, do you
know what to -day es 7"
"As if 1 could forget!" she rer
plied, "It is the anniversary of the
day when you first came into the
cafe and—"
"And met the sweetest, prettiest
girl that ever walked. By Jove,
darling, how the time has flown!
Isn't it enough to make any fellow
proud to think that such a girl as
you has consented th be his wife?"
"Geoff, dear," she. said, abrupt-
ly, "I've been thinking over my
promise a great deal lately, and
I've been wondering what your
mother will say when you tell her
that you are going to marry a girl
from a cafe."
"Don't worry about that, little
gii.1," he cried, "I'm going down
to Bournemouth to -morrow, and I'll
break the news to her without
further delay. I know, of course,
that she has what she calls other
'views' for me, but I'm SUES when
she hears what an angel you are
she'll change her mind. And if she
doesn't -well, much as I love her,
I can't forget that I love yen too."
On the following day he journey -
down to Bournemouth, and found
Lady Honoria, his mother, seated
in her own Little den reading a let-
ter.
"Ah! this is fortunate, Geoff,"
she said, as he stooped and kissed
her. " Here is a letter from your
cousin Clara, saying that the will
come and spend Easter with us.
Now you are in Bourne-
mouth you must remain over the
holidays, and I hope you will take
the opportunity of speaking to your
cousin about you know what."
"My clear mother," he said, "I
have come all the way from London
to tell you that that affair is com-
pletely 'off.' It was never 'on' as
far as I was concerned; but you
seemed to take it for granted that
I should marry my cousin simply
because you married yours."
"Well, there are plenty of other
nice girls," replied her ladyship,
calmly. "I am sure I don't want
to pin you down to Clara. I sup-
pose the fact is, my dear boy, you
have someone else in your mind?"
"I have," he replied nervously,
"Anybody I know 1"
"I'm afraid not. You don't go to
the Pagoda. Cafe, in Fleet Street,
often, do yore motherl Well, I am
engaged to be married to one of the
girls employed there."
Lady Honoria did not faint, nor
did she do any of the melodramatic
things which ladies of her rank in-
variably do in the pages of cheap
fiction. She merely sat motionless
and smiled.
"You cannot mean that, Geof-
frey," she said at length.
"Why not? The girl is a lady, in
spite of her surroundings, and she
is the sweetest creature on earth,"
"The sweetness we will take for
granted. Have you any idea what
her parents aro?'
"They are both dead, but I he -
live her father was a clerk in the
City. Look! Here is a portrait of
her. Isn't he beautiful ?"
His mother took the photograph
and examined it with keen gaze.
"Yes, you are right," she said, in
a gentle tone; "it is a very beauti-
ful face."
"And she is as good as she is
beautiful," cried Geoffrey; and so
impetuous was hie tone that it al-
most seemed to the white-haired
woman that the years had rolled
back, and that, he was a tiny boy
onee more -the boy whom she had
Joe ed with such unut•terahle
streegla, for whose future she had
formed ao many rose -tinted hopes.
And now it seemed to her that,
tllesx her influence rapid draw him
bark, he would be beguiled into a
marriage with this girl- this wait-
rees, 1V110 InORt ir as attraet•
ed by his secial position and his
ehromee of fnt.ure wealth. For lady
Donoria, with the ignoranee born
of prejudice, believed that when a
vtinman in a certain lowly station
el life desired to marry a man in
• L..—
a far higher station, the motives
could only be base and eordid. Lady
Honoria decided that the marriage
must be prevented at any coat,
"My boy," she said at length,
"you have never refused enc any-
thing in all your life. You havo
never given me an houi$ anxiety
or sorrow, Will you, now that the
great test has come, show that you
can make just one more sacrifice for
your poor old mother 7 Will you
give up this girl and put her out of
your mind?
"I can't do it, mother," he said,
firmly, "1 ean'a It's not fair to
ask me. 1 know you've been a brick
to me, and all that, but even grati-
tude to one's mother cannot influ-
ence a man in a case of this kind."
For close on an boar Lady Horor-
ia pleaded with her son. But, for
the first time in his life, Geoffrey
showed himself obstinate and im-
movable.
At length he rose and looked at
the clock.
"There's a train back to towxi in
half an hoer," he said, miserably.
"I -I think I'll catch it. It's no use
prolonging this conversation,
mother, for no power on earth can
make me change my mind."
She nodded sadly,
"I nev-r could have believed
that you would have been so ob-
stinate, clear," she said, softly,
and so subdued was her voice -so
unlike her natural tone -that for
one moment a great wave of pity
swept the young fellow's heart.
He stooped and kissed her.
"There, don't worry, mater," he
said, kindly.
She did not ansever. He went
swiftly from the room, and the 3.30
train carried him back to London
and to the girl he loved.
* * * * *
On the following morning Lady
Honoria received a short note from
her son, saying that he was leaving
London for Edinburgh for a week,
important legal business having
summoned him to the North. He
made no reference to the interview
of the previous day, and his silence
seemed ominous.
"He will never give her up," re-
flected Lady Horonia, bitterly.
"Never. I -I wonder if the girl
herself could be influenced?"
She sat pondering the question
for some time, and then rang the
bell and asked for a time -table.
Scanning its pages, she found that
there was a train to London at
11.30. She ordered the carriage,
and half an hour later was being
whirled towards London as fast as
steam and iron could convey her.
When she arrived at Waterloo
she drove to the hotel in Bond
Street where she usually stayed
when in town, ate a hasty lunch,
and then took a hansom to Fleet
Street. She did not know the name
of the girl whom she had resolved
to interview, but she told herself
that she would be able to identify
her by means of the portrait which
Geoffrey had shown her.
The cafe. was almost deserted
when she entered. She sat clown
at a table near the door, and order-
ed some tea as an excuse for being
there, whilst she carefully examin-
ed the faces of the girls in order
that she might ascertain the desired
person. Of a sudden a tall, slim
girl came up the stairs that led
from the smoke -room, and she im-
mediately recognized the original
of the portrait.
Women of Lady Honoria's stamp
were somewhat unusual visitors at
the cafe, and perhaps that is why
Maisie cast a swift glance in her
direction. Without an instant's
hesitation her ladyship beckoned to
the girl.
"Yes, madam?"
"You will forgive the abruptness
of the question," murmured Lady
Honoria, "but are yon the young
lady to whom my son, Mr. Clive,
is engaged?"
Maisie crimsoned. "You -you are
his mother?" she wispered.
"Yes. Am I right in believing
that you are the young lady 7"
"Then will you do me a great
favor 1 Will you eel' and see me
this evening at Dixon's Hotel,
Bond Street? I -I want to speak
to you about Geoffrey."
"Yes, I'll come," faltered
Maisie., scarcely knowing what, she
said, so great were her astonish-
ment and confusioe.
"Any time this evening will. do.
You will suit your own convenience,
of course," went on her ladyship,
considerably impressed by the
=thing of rey visit to you. ile did
not even tell me your naMe, and I
had to identify you by your por-
trait. Unleee you reveal to him the
truth, he will never know that vve
have Mot,"
"Well?" murmured Maisie.
"I have asked yeti to come here
because I bellow) you to bo a very
good anclnnselfish girl, and one who
could Make ie sacrifice if that sacri-
fice seemed right and neeessary."
"You -you mean that I should
give him. up 1" said Maisie, in a
low voice.
"Yes, You eft, I am going
straight to the heart of things, for
cannot beat about the heel!. 1
want you to give him up -to send
him away."
"I love hien," said Maisie, brok-
enly.
"Yes, my dear child, and I lave
him too. You have known him a
few months, but I -I have loved
bins all his life, and I want, him to
have a happy and successful life."
"Do you think I should make him
-unhappyl" asked the girl.
"No, no, of course not. But don't
you see that marriage is a very seri-
ous matter for a man in Geoffrey's
position? He has his career to
build up, and, although it sounds
vulgar to say so, it is necessary
that he should marry someone who
could help him from the worldly
point of view. Don't you under-
stand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Some day," went on Lady
Honoria, "he will be richer than he
is now, for when I die I shall leave
him all I have. Whether he marry
against my wishes or not will make
no difference in that respect, but it
is my greet hope that he will do
what I desire. But my influence
just now means nothing. You, and
you alone, can influence him. Will
you do ib'?
There was a pause. Then Maisie
said, huskily :-
"You -you may be right. Often
and often I have told him he ought
to marry someone else, a,nd-not inc.
But -but even if I were to do what
you ask, and give him up, do you
think he would let me go ? I'm sure
he wouldn't. He'd guess at once
that you had managed to see me,
and that four voice, not mine, was
the real voice."
"Yes, yes, that's true; but if you
told him there was someone else-"
"Someone else?" echoed Maisie,
in a stricken tone.
"Yes, It would be a falsehood,
of course, but sometimes even false-
hoods are justified, If you wrote
and told him that someone whom
you formerly cared for had come
back to you, and that, you did not
wish to see Geoffrey again, I am
sure that he would be too proud
to force himself upon—"
Maisie bowed her head.
''Yes, he would be too proud,"
she murmured. "I should never,
never see him again."
Lady Honoria rose and put her
hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Can you bring yourself to do
it?" she asked, softly. "Can you -
are you noble enough to make this
great sacrifice?"
Maisie did not answer for a mo-
ment. Then she raised hex head
and said in a voice which sent a
thrill of pain through Lady
Honoria's heart :--
"Will you -will you answer me
one question 9 Will you tell me if
you really believe that my marry-
ing Geoffrey would keep him back
in his career'?"
For the space of a minute the
mother paused. Looking on the
girl's face, hearing her sweet voice,
she could scarcely bring herself to
say. "Yes" to that pathetic ques-
tion. And yet -and yet, she had
come to London expressly to say it,
and she told herself she must not
waver.
"I believe it would," she replied,
and hated herself for the answer.
Another pause followed. Maisie
sat rigid, looking straight before
her, her eyes travelling along the
dreary road of the future -the
future unlighted by the everlasting
lamps of love.
Well she would tread that road
henceforth.
"You have decided 9" asked the
mother at length.
"Yes." The monosyllable had the
ring of a soh. "Yes, I have decid-
ed. I will give him up."
"My brave, goor girl!"
"Please, please, not that. I am
only doing whet is right; at least, I
-I hope it is right. And now I -I'll
go."
girl's ran emen and beauty. "You will write to him ?" asked
Nothing more was said. A cs-
Lady Honoria, as the girl rose
u
tomer entered at that moment, and wearily and turned towards the
Maisie hurried away to serve him, ""v•
glad that the awkward little inter- "Yr". He shall believe that I
view was ended. Throughout the don't scant him any more; that -
remainder of the day she went that there's somebody else.,
through her duties mechanically, She went slowly from the room,
whilst her brain worked with fever- and as she went a question agitated
ish pain. •For only too well did she
guess what, Lady Hemoria had to
the motherni brain.
"Will :he have the courage to do
h
say to er, a asking itl elle asked herself ; "or will
nd she wits
herself what she should say in she fail when the time comes?"
reply.
When the rale elose,d, she climbed
on a bus going wc,itward, and des-
cended at, Bond Street. She, was
shown straight into her ladyship's
sitting -room. The lett ea men to
graPt 1101, holding colt her liencl,
"Marilee very much for coming,
my clear," she said, kindly. "I am
sure you are a wonderfully sweet;
girl, and that feet makes my posi-
tion all the herder. Firth of all,
* * * *
One week later, as Lady Honoria
was sitting alone in the little libr-
ary at. Bournemouth after her soli-
tary dinner, her son entered the
room, Ile was white and haggard,
and one glance at, his face revealed
to his mother what had occurred.
"I've come straight from the
North," he said, brokenly, "be-
cause here I've got the one friend
on earth who'll never hill me."
let nee tell you that my son knows . Hie grief' was terrible, and it
•
touched Lady rionoria, to the soul.
Controlling her voiee with a su-
preme effort, she said
"Xy boy, you know that I am al-
ways your friend, and always shalt
be, whatever happens, You have
had bad news'?"
''You might Celli it good news,"
he cried, "And perhaps., if I
weren't a fool, .I should thank the
same; for perhaps it's just as well
that I know the truth in tineeeathat
I know bow false, boev gesichsbly
false, the woman one loves ean
With a passionate movement be
tore from his 'pocket a letter, and
said, almost roughly
"Read that lette•r. Then you'll
see, mother,. that'you were eight -
quite right. She never cared for
me, and she has been thinking about
some other man all the time,"
With hands that trembled her
ladyship took the note and read it,
This is what it said :--
My Dear Geoffrey, -I am sorry to
tell you that something has happen-
ed which will part us, and it is best
that you should know at once, A
friend whom I used to be• very fond
of has returned from abroad mid
has asked me to marry him. It was
wicked for me to become engaged
to you as I did, and 1 cannot ask
you to forgive me, but only to for-
get me as soon as you can, and
please do not try to see me 'again.
Good -bye. -Maisie.
A tear dropped from the eyes of
the woman who held that little piece
of paper, bearing on it the noble
falsehood which covered a supreme
sacrifice. For Lady Honoria was a
woman herself, and well did she
know the agonized heart -beats
which mid accompanied the writing
of those simple words.
What sort of woman was this,
she asked herself, that could not
only perform this noble deed of self-
abnegation, but could go through it
with such consistent eourage
Surely, no common type of woman;
surely, no ordinary hunter after
social position? Of such stuff were
heroines made; of such stuff the
worthy wives of men; of such stuff
the splendid mothers of the children
of those men!
Had she been wrong after all?
Had she, blinded by prejudice and
made ignorant by impetuous con-
clusions, taken a false step after
all ?
Then she turned her eyes towards
her son, and she saw him sitting
with his head in his hands. This
was her work, she reflected. A
week ago he had sat in that room,
happy and content; to -night he was
bowed and broken. Her work -her.
work!
In that instant the revulsion
came. In that instant Lady Hon-
oria saw deeper into the truth
of things than she had ever seen
before in her fashion -hampered life..
In that instant she realized that
love, sacrifice, and nobility were
the only things which mattered after
all, and that these things lay en-
shrined in the soul of her who earn-
ed her bread in the London cafe.
She rose and put her hand on
Geoffrey's shoulder.
"My boy," she said, softly, "look
up. 1 have done you a very great
wrong, but thank Heaven there is
still time to make amends."
He looked up eagerly.
"Great wrong -amends 1" he
echoed'. "Mother, what are you
saying?"
"The truth. Listen, Geoffrey.
You have me to thank for that let-
ter. The girl has never loved any
man but you. She wrote that let-
ter at my instigation."
"Mother 1" he murmured, "you I"
"Yes, it was 1 who brought this
all about, and I hate myself for
what I have done. I thought the
girl was marrying you for your
position -:-for the sake of the fame
which might one day be yours. But
now -now, all is changed. I know
now that her love is as pure as my
own -and better, yes, clear, better.
For I -I could never have given you
up, but she -well, you know. You
know, and I know, ton, that S'30
has stood the great test as only a
noble woman could have stood it,
and I honor her, and I love her.
Go to her, my boy; go to her and
say that I am waiting to receive my
daughter whenever she is ready to
come to me !"
And Geoffrey went, -London Tit -
Bits.
ELECTRICITY IN STORMS.
Dr. G. C. Simpson proposes a
new theory of the origin of the
electricity of rain in thunder-
storms. In such storms ascending
air -currents carry up large amounts
of moisture which accupulates at
the top of the currents. There it
grows Into drops, which gradu-
ally become large enough to break.
Every breakage causes a separation
of electricity, the water receiving
a, positive and the air a negative
charge,. A given amount of water
may be broken many Limes before
it falls, and thus may obtain a high
positive charge, and when it reach-
es the ground as rain it retains this
charge. In the meantime the nega-
tive inns left in the alt' are absorbed
1),- clouds, which become highly
by the elouris, width become
highly charged negaLively. The
rain falling from three clouds
will be positively thermic'. J.1 quan-
titative analysis !thews, Doctor
Simpson ear, that the nleeteical
eepaantion necompanying the break -
ilia of the deeps is sufficient to era
ramie for the eleetrieal affects of
the most violent. thenrler-storms.
fq+-0-ile+oefeteelece4.04-04,04-044 the cork slip through the nook, I
have fennel that the cork may be re-
moved easily by pushing a buttone
book down into the bottle, seizing
ABOUT THE HOUSE the cork on the booked Pari, and
• then giving the buttonheek a qujok
WI
sTRAwmenetiEs. Tel"eyk.otte on top of the other until
cuTtorinteo.esiptelereesEogguPalratele-inFeheetlhaienk,d,
all aro on a plate. Sprinkle Salt on
Strawberry Roll, -Make a rich each slice as it is laid en the plate.
puff paste,. roll thin, and cover with Pet a plate on top of the egg plant
strawberries. Ball up area lay in and a heavy iron on the plate, Let
0 pan, Spread little bits of butter stand an hour. Pour off water. Dip
over the top anel sprinkle wit, into egg and ane beeceet crumbs, and
sugar, Bake in a quick oven and fry in deep hot lard until brown
serve with deem and sugar, on beth sides,
Strawberry Ice Oream.-Sprinkle
When Ordering Groceries. -Take
one cup of sugar over one quart of
hulled steawberries, and let stand ab
a, pad of note paper and tack it
above your kitchen table. Attach
for one hour. seam ono quart of a string to a lead pencil ancl fasten
let get cool. Press the berry pulp : Paring meals or baking you find
thin eream, sweeten to taste, and
the cold cream. Freeze, and pack make a memorandum of it. It takes
some article of food running' short,
through a fine sieve, and add it to
in ice and sale to ripen. only a moment eed when yell are
Compote of Strawberries. -Boil ready teour list complete. °I.d" groe,eries you find
together until a thick syrup three- y
quarters of a pound of sugar said —
just enough water to dissolve it. IN OANNING TIME
• ..
Then drop in gently one quart of Canning Hint.--4fter placing
fine, ripe hulled berries, and let fruit in the cans seal quickly and
cook very gently for three minutes. turn upeide down and let it remain
Lift the berries out carefully, with
a perforated spoon, and lay them for ten or twelve hours. This forms
Skim the syrep, a sticky surface around the rubber
in a .glass dish.
which protects the contents of the
and boil it until thick, then pour
e„„
it over the fruit and set aside to
cool. can.
Strawberries.-Have a
Strawberries in Rice Oups.-Soak nice granite or porcelain pan in
oneand one-half cups of warm water
cup of well washed rico in one well washeel. Sprinkle over berries
which place four quarts of berries,
double boiler with two tablespoons sti. Add two tablespoons water.one full quart of sugar, but do n'ot
r
for an hour. Then pour it in a,
of new milk. Let it cook very gent- twenty minutes.
Place in a. hot oven and bake for
of sugar and one and one-half cups
J5.# until the rice is dry, stirring it be firm, retain shape ancl color,
The berries no.
cups well, and line them with the end the syrup rieh, as it is the pure
occasionally. Butt•er some s•mall fruit juice. This cannot be obtained
rice. Fill up the cups with fine ripe by boiling. Can while hob.
sweetened berries, squeeze aver a
little orange juice, cover with a
layer of rice, and set away to get SHOOTING IN CHINA.
cold. When ready to serve, turn
out carefully on sancers„ heap *Variety of Game Iround• Aniong the
whipped cream around them, and
Royal Tombs.
garnish with a few ripe berries.
Oranged Strawberries. -Place A Four hours by train southwest of
layer of strawberries in a deep Pekin lie the Hsi Ling, or Western
dish, cover thickly with pulverized Tombs, the mausolea of the reign -
sugar; lay in alternately berries ieg dynasty. The tombs lie in a
and sugar till all berries are used. large parklike enclosure contain -
Pour over them orange juice, in on some sixty square miles of
the proportion of 3 oranges to a broken hilly country in which the
quart of berries, Let stand for an Chinese are not allowed to settle
hour, and just before serving and which may not be ploughed up.
sprinkle with pounded ice. In consequence of this it is a refuge
for all kinds of game and about
Canned Strawberries. -Place ber-
ries in pan with 1 cup sugar for the only sure find for pheasants
every quart of berries. Let stand within easy reach of Pekin, says
over night, then drain off the juice, the Field.
A kind of Chamois (the Indian
put on stove anel let boil until it
goral) and spotted deer are found
is as thick as syrup. Fill jars with
berries, pour the syrup over them on the higher hills and are preyed
on by the panther and the wolf.
boiling hot and seal at once.
Sun -Cooked Berries. -For 1 quart As soon as the frost sets in for the
winter the Chinese begin shooting
of fresh, firm strawberries take 1
the pheasants, and although they
pint granulated sugar and e,,e' pint
s
water, or just enough to start theeem to elo their best to extermin-
at them a good many apparently
sugar melting. Boil the auger 8,nd
escape and provide the stock for
water gently till it threads when
dropped from the spoon, then add the following year.
Th•e birds are shot over dogs,
the berries and cook 5 minutes.
some of -which have really good
Pour the berries out on large plat -
noses, though in appearance they
ters or plates and set in the brightsioses,
differ in no way from the sca,veng-
eun. Leave in the sun two days un- differ
of the village streets. If pos-
ed the syrup is like j•elly. Do not
Bible a tame hawk is also taken out
reheat them., but put in jelly glas-
to mark down birds that are miss -
Theses cold. Seal tops with paraffine.
ed or not fired at. The man with
berries will keep their
shape the hawk takes his stand on a come
and will be delicious in flavor.
mending. hill and the hunter with
Don't try to do more than a quart
at a time. his dog proceeds to draw round
him. 11 the dog pets up a plane -
Strawberry Jam. -Take 1
part ant which is missed by the China-
berries and 2 parts sugar and let
man, ar a brace, only one of which
stand over night. If you are pushed
for time simply stithe sugar ad can be fired at, the hawk is at once
r n
loosed and pheasant and hawk berries well together and set back
appear together. The hunter dis-
ofre-
range so the sugar will dissolve
loads and follows and finds the
slowly. Stir often to prevent'burn-
hawk by means of a small bell at -
ed boil briskly for exactly 8 minutes ing. When all the sugar is dissolv-
-bathed to its back probably sitting
from the time it begins to boil. Seal on a rock or tree stump.
Ho then sends his dog in to put
at once in glass jars and you will
up the pheasa.nt, which is invari-
mayhave a dish fit for a king. Some
ably hiding in a thick bit of cover
think this altogether too much
sugar, But just shut your eyes and
put it in. You will never regret
ittrielien once the jam has been
SOME FOREIGN RECIPES.
Stuffed Leg of Mutton. -Boil two
large onions until tender, chop.
Add breaalcrumbs, sage, salt and
pepper, then slit the sinewy part
el the leg and insert the stuffing,
and roast.
Russian Sweets -A rich puff paste
is divided in four parts, each rolled
as thin as possible. On one sheet
is placed an almond paste, ten an-
other pounded peanuts or pistachio
nuts, on a third currant jelly or
orange marmalade, The layers are
placed on each other, honey or
maple syrup is poured over, and
the whole baked in a moderate oven
until a delicate brown. When cold
cut in wares or diamonds.
Italian Tuti Fruti.-Take a large
form for ice cream, have ready as
great EL variety of ripe fruit as pos-
sible, watermelon included ; seed
the watermelon, cut it into lozen-
ges or squares, put a layer of fruit
and then a layer of granulated
stigae; put in abundantly of sugar
and proceed is this way until the
form is well packed with fruit and
sugar; cover, set in double hail -
r just long enough for to be start-
ed, then let 11 cool' and when cool,
freeze. This is the gentaine tette
Is late and it is delicious,
KITCHEN TIME-SAVERS,
To Remove Cork in Bottle. ---One
of the most provoking oenvirrenees
when opening a betide is to have
within a few yards of the hawk
As long as the hawk is sitting there
the poor bird will neither run nor
fly, and thus falls an easy victim
to the hunter. In this way a couple
of Chinamen with a gun, a dog and
a hawk make comparatively large
bags in places where the foreigner
vainly attempting to walk up his
game with a straggling line of use-
less Chinese beaters will probably
only get a few shots in a day, and
certainly never find a pheasant
again which he has once missed.
On the stonier hills, where there
is less cover, ehikor are found in
considerable quantities and give
'very fair sport, exelept for their
indefatigable powers of running up-
hill; but the Chinese keep them
still by using a hawk, much as a'
kite is flown at home, and of course
would not hesitate to slay them on
the run, Along the senates, fight-
ing hard to keep open in spite of
the severe frost, a few duck aud
snipe may be picked up, the latter
heavier and plumper birds than
regular spring and autumn visi-
tors.
WOMAN THE WAITRESS.
"A woman," remarked the wise
widow, "is always waiting for a
husband,"
"Flow do you figure that Out?"
queried the interested spinster.
"If she isn't married," answered
the w. w, "she is waiting to gee
one, and if she is, she's always wait-
ing for him to come borne."
Occasionally a girl is both pretty
end intelligent-111st to prove the
exception to the rule,
SCHOOLS IN THE FIELDS
NOVEL S011E11110 OF AN EN G
usii CLIMODIAN.
•
llo Would Hay° London Children
Enew the Joys of Country
L
OPen-air sehooirle.
s for backward
ohildren havo been tested by the,
London (England) County Coenoil
with fairly successful results, But.
an entirely novel experiment in
L'contointrbyeitegelierlitiye'd' .schools for girla
w
Tho Rev, Mark Napier Trollope,
vicar of St, Saviour's, Poplar, Lan-
don, owns an old country house ae
few miles from Ipswich, called Ber-
ghersh Hall. He has only lately
•aoquired it, after renting it for two
years, and he is therefore ,able to
smile when he hears it called "the,
ugliest house.in Suffolk"; for it was
rebuilt after a fire "in the style
of 1820," Whatever its pretensions
th beauty .structurally, ibs surroun-
dings are altogether delightful.
It has been made by Mn. Trollope
a summer boarding -school for
monthly relays of Poplar girls, By
taking about forty at atime he
is able to give all the 150 girls of
St. Saviour's School, Northumber-
land road, Poplar, a month in the.
country:
REGULAR HOUR FOR STUDY.
"But, of course," he said recent-
ly, "we could not send forty girls
away without the approval of the
L. 0. 0. and the Board of Educa-
tion. A ppecial curriculum has.
been arranged, and the children,
whose ages range from seven to
fourteen will have regular hours of
study, the teachers being liable to
surprise -visits from inspectors.
"Several kind friends have helped
me in regard to the expense. We -
do not make the girls pay even the
fares, because discrimination of
that kind really means barring out
the children who need the holiday
most. Last year we sent down two.
batches of seventy-five for a fort-
night during the school holidays,
but this plan will, we hope, prove.
much better.
"In this 'school' at Berghersh
Hall, Wiclensham, 'Westerfield, to
give it the full address, the girls.
can. study trees, flowers, bees, ani-
mals, and will learn just as much
as from lesson -books, and more.
IGNORANT OF COUNTRY.
"The ordinary town clued really
has no eyes, ears, on nose for the
country. It pines for the gutter
to play in. These children beve
lled just enough schooling to open
their faculties; we want to intro-
duce them to the joys and interests
of country life.
"I am prepared to demonstrate
that all the children in Poplar
schools are 'backward and defec-
tive' in this respect, if that were
demanded as a qualification.
"Besides a fine old moat, On
which there is a boat, and the lane!
and valleys and woods to ramble in,
a small estate of 900 acres which I
have no leisure to farm myself, and
therefore let, surrounds the house.
The children can see the cows
milked and the hay cut, talk of the
farm servants, and really become
little country children for the tim.o
being.
"Sometimes 1 wish I could trans-
port all the board schools in Lon-
don into the wilds of Essex and
make them boarding-houses, letting
the children come home to these
streets only for the holidays -just
as I went home from school when I
was a boy." The tall, athletic,
genial east end vicar sighed as he
smiled.
A LONDON FOG STORY.
Hiram Maxim, at a recent ban-
quet, referred to the fogs of Lon-
don.
"In one of the worst London
fogs," said the inventor, "an old
friend of mine tried to find his
way from Trafalgar Square to the
Savoy, where he had an engage-
ment to dine.
"The sulphurous air made Ile
eyes smart; and the head ache, and
it brought on terrific fits of cough-
ing, You could nob, literally, see
your hand before your face, There
was a continual crashing in of win-
dows, bells ja,nglea, vehicles a,nd
foot -passengers collided, shrieks
and oaths arose,
"Threading his way in the midst
of this pandemonium through the
Strand, as be supposed, from Land -
seer's lions to the wititifig dinner at
the Savoy, my old friend, to his
great bewilderment, soon found
himself descending a broad stair-
way. He put out his hand to the
balustrade. Yes, a broad and state-
ly stairway, with a rail of carved
stone. Amaeing 1
"Suddenly in his descent my
frie,nti collided with someone
ascending the stairway,
" 'Halloo, !' he said.
" l' .a gruff, male voice
replied.
' 'Can you tell me,' said my
friend, 'where I am going?'
" Certainly,' said the other. 'If
you keep straight: on you will walk
into the Thames, for I've just sono
out of. it.'
The ordinary persoras lungs con-
tain Se,000,000 air cella
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