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The Brussels Post, 1894-10-19, Page 2NDER OL� ',iil'��LI uc T AL a IT Al LIFB. CHAPTER Ir nplrnnlltiis' Ina .. "My darling l Afire at last 1" l'iug•tang ; ting•teng ; tipg•tang, Malcolm Stratton, F. Z. S., naturalist, handsome, darlemomplexioned map of eight- cud -twenty, started and flushed like a girl as he hurriedly thrueb the photo. graph he had been apostrophizig into the breast pocket, and ran ton deep, dingy window of hie chambers to look at the aloe& over the old hall of Ben. chores Zhu, E, q, it was en unneaessery piece of business, for there was a bleak -rouble clock ou the old nerved oak chimney' piece nestling among Grinhng Gibbons Wooden flowers and pippins, sad ho had ean dragging hie watoh from his pocket every ten minutes singe he rose ab seven, taken his bath, and dreesed; but he had. forgotten the hour the next minute, and gone on making his preparations, haunted by the great dread lest he should be too. late. "Quarter to ten yet," he muttered. "How slowly the time goes 1" As he spoke he sniffed slightly and smilod, fee a peculiar aromatic incense -like odor he'd crept into the room through the ohiuks in a door. He stepped book to where a new looking portmanteau lay upon the Turkey carpet, and stood contemplating it for a few moue. eats. "Now, have I forgotten anything ?" This gaestiou was followed by a slow loan round the quaint, handsomely furnish- ed cid oak.paneledroom,. one of several suites leo out to bachelors who could pay well, and who affected the grim old inn T 5 "Oh, , no sir, I know too much of the ways of London tows." ""lhat'e right, U,Mouee my being hurried with you, "Of <mune, sir; I known well what your feelings must' be. (Sniff, swift) Why, you can tenon M.r. Jlreetisou a -smoking hie abide-00blo with that /strange tobaeoo right in here." As tiro woman spoke sho wonb straight across to the door on the loft of the fire, place,"Here ! where are you goiug ?" cried Stratton. "Bask diroobly, air,'"eame in smothered tones, aocompapied by the pulling of a bath chain, thegargliog of water, and the sound of shutting down a heavy lid. with its plane trees, basin of water, and refreshing quiet, just out of the roar of the busy city street. And as Malcom Stratton lookedround his eyes rested on his cases of valuable books and busts of famous naturalists, and a couple of family portraits, both of which seemed to smile at him pleasantly ;aud then on and over natural history specimens, curious stuffed birds, a cabinet of osteological preparations, and over and around the heavy looking carvings and mouldings about the four doorways, and continued from the fireplace up to the low ceiling. But, look where he would, he could see nothing but a beautiful face with large, pensive eyes, gazing with lov- ing trust in his as he had seen them only a few hours before when ho had said 'good. night." "Bah_] I shall never be ready," he cried, with an impatient laugh, and crossing to one of the doorways—all exactly anise— tte disappeared for a moment or two, to return from his bedroom with a black bag, which he hastily strapped, set down, paus- ed to think for a moment, and then taking out his keys opened the table drawer, took out a check book, and satdown to write. "May as well have enough," he said merrily. "I've waited long enough for this trip, and a man does not get married every day. One—fifty. Signature. Bahl Don't cross it, stupid I" Be tore out the oheek, threw back the book, and locked the drawerbefore going to a door ou the right-hand side of the fireplace, bending forward and listening. "Wonder lie has not been in," he mut- tered. "Now let's see. Anything else? How absurb ! Haven't finished my cot - fee.,, He took the nip from the table, drained it, and, after another look round, turned to the left aide of the fireplace, where he opened a door corresponding to the one at whioh he had listened, went in, and return- ed directly with an ice ax and an alpen- stock. • "May as well take them," lie said. " Myra can use you." He gave the alpenstocit a rub with the table napkin before placing it and his old mountaineering companionagainst the bag. Then, bending down, be was busily strep ping the portmanteau and forcing the tongue of rile last buckle into its proper • hole when there was a knock at the door behind him, and he started to his feet. " Come in l" The answer was a second knock, and with an impatient ejaculation the occupant of the chamber throw open the fourth door. "Ler', how strong Mr, 7irottison do emell,eir. It's my memory's gob that bad sir," said the woman, reappearing andoare fully shorting the door, "that Pm obliged to do things when 1 see them want doing, else I forgets. It was only yeaterday that lI"" ales. Brade the cheek, lease, "Of course, sus" said the woman hastily just as there was tt little rat -tat at the brass knooker of the outer door,.wiuoh she open. ed. "Iters is Mr, Brettison, air," andehe drew back 'to admit a spare looking. gray man, droned in dark tweed, who removed his soft felt hat and threw it,with a botan- ist's vaseulum and a heavy oaken stick, upon an easy -chair, as he watched the de- parture of the porter's wife before turning cp lokly and, with tears in his eyes, grasp. Ing Stratton's 'betide and shaking them warmly. "My dear boy," he said, in a voice full. of emotion, "God bless you! Happiness to you I God bless you both 1" "My dear old friend 1" cried Stratton. "Thank you ; for Myra, too. But come, you've repented. You will join the wed• ding party after all?" " I? Oh, no, no, my boy. I'in no wedding guest. Why, Malcolm. I should be a regular anoientmariner without the glittering oye." "I am sorry. I should have liked you to be present," eaid Stratton warmly. "I forgot the bolt was fastened, Mrs. Brade," he said, as he drew book to admit a plump looking, neatly dressed woman in cap and apron, one corner of which she took up to begin rolling between her fingers as she stood smiling at the edge of the oerpeb. "Yee, sir," she said, "if I make so bold, and I don't wonder at it. Oh, My dear - 1 mean Mr. Stratton, sir—how handsome you do look this morning 1" "Why, you silly old women ?" he Dried, half laughing, bale annoyed. "Oh,uo, excuse me, air, not a bib. Handsome is as handeeme does, they say, and you is and does too, air, and happiness and joy go with you, sir, and your dear, sweet lady too, sir." "Oh, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Brade, but—" "1 always thought as yon would marry some day, sir, as was only natural, but 1 never thought as a widow would be your lob." 00T01041 , 1804 "Sit down," said the man, and he took I tight, my dear eir, 1' can give yeti olzaptar 1 s �a t to s ma anti lull s anether chair and eat penia in lt, and Verse, anti noun !stops, " Well cif ail the audamoue-----]"begun too, if you want satisfying, lint You Stratton, with a half laugh ; but be WAS iuterrupted, „ "Don'i waste words, sir ;no time, The lady will be welting." As he spoke Stratton saw the man's eyea rest for memene on the banlrnotss beneath theletter weight, and au undefined sensa- tion of uneasiness abtemked him, Ile mu bored ib in an instant, ignoring the leap re- mark, "Now, sir; you say you have business with me, Let me hear it, mpoe linnet --at dote." "Ab,that's businesslike Wo shall be able to deal," have to say." "Say what you y "When you sit down." Stratton let himself fall book into a;hair. then, Qniok 1 ""You propose being )Harried this moon- ing." "I do," eaid Stratton, with a part of dread loot even then there ebould be some obat,l ell, then,. you an't ; that's all." "" Wahat I" warted Stratton fierooly, "Who says sa Y" "Ido, But keep cool, young man. This is business, " fes ; 1'11 be cool," said Stratton, mas- tering 'Mansell again, -and adopting his visitor's cynioel )nanner, "So let me ask you, sir, who you may be, and what is your objeot in coming?" Tho man did not answer for a moment, but let his eyes rust again upon the notes. "I say, who are you, sir ?" "I? Oh, nobody of any importance," said the man, with an inaoleut laugh. Stratton sprangup,and the visitor thrueb his band behind tim. "No nonsense, Mr. Malcolm. I tell yott this is bupineas. Without my consent you cannot marry Myra Barron, formerly Myra Jerrold, this morning." "Isay,who are you, sir?" cried Stratton furiously. "James Barron, my dear eir—the lady's lutsband." "' Good God 1" "I know it, my boy, T know :it.; but no; don't press me. I couldn't bear it. I was to have been married, my dear boy. I was young,: if not as handsome oe you. But," there was a pause -"the died," he added in a whisper, "I could not bear to come." "Mr. Brettison I" "There," cried the -visitor with forced gayety, "just what I said. No, my dear. Malcolm. No, No, my boy. I'm better away." Stratton was silent, and his neighbor went on hastily "I heard you packing and knocking about, but I wouldn't disturb you, my dear boy. I'm off, too : a week's collecting in the New Forest. Write to me very soon, and my dear love to your sweep wife -en angel, Malcolm—a, blessing to you, my boy. Tell her to let you gather a few of the mountain flowers to send me. Ask her to pick a few herself and I'll kiss them as coming from her." "1'11 tell her, sir." "That's right; and, Malcolm, my boy, Dm quite alone in the world, where I should not have been now it yon had not broken in my door and came and nursed me back to life, dying as I was from that deadly fever." Ily dear Mr. Brettison, it you ever mention that trifle of neighborly service again we are no longer friends," cried. Stratton. do nob ; yen knew it's all . true. Why don't I put in my olalme 1 Well, there ip that little uupleasanbneee with tho pollee, and that is why," he ooutinuccb as be toyed with rho revolver. "I abject to Your calling them in to interfere. No, Mr, Maloohn Stratton, I shall not lot you call them in for more rearm than one. Alt 1 you begin to believe me. Let me see now, eau I give you a little corroborative deuce Y" You don't want it, but I will. Did tho admiral ever toll you whetan ex- colient player I was ab piquet;" Stratton started. , " Yea, I ape he did. And how I used to sing "La ci dartos" with Myra, and play edthe accompaniment myself? Yea, he told you that, too. My dear sir, I have a him• died little fasts of thie kind to toll you, ins eluding nay reoe after Myra s bores when is took fright) and elm was thrown. By the way, has the tiny little red meth fueled from her white temple yet ?" Stratton's face eves ghastly now. " I see I need say no more, sir. You are aonvinoed Myra is my wife. 'There has been no divorce, you pee, so you are at my moray." "But she ie nob at yours, cried Stratton fiercely, "You go hack to your cell, air, and she will never be polluted by the touch of mush a sooundrel again." - CHAPTER IL TWO 5110T0 00001 A IUOVOLVLti Malcolm Stratton started back with his "Polluted? Strong language,young man and yon are losing your temper.- Once more, be cool. You see I have this, and I am not a man to be trifled with. I do not intend to go bank to my cell; Thad enough of that yonder, but mean to take my eon, for the future. These chambers are seolud- ed; a noise here is not likely to be heard, and I should proceed to extremities if you forced me." . "P You dare to threaten me?" "Yes, I dare to threaten you, my dear sir. But keep cool, I tell you. I• didn't come here to quarrel, but to do a little business. Did you expect met I the you have the money ready." Ile pointed to the notes—notee to defray a blissful- honeymoon trip -and Stratton. had hard work to suppress a groan. " There, I'm very sorry for you, my dear air" oontimted the scoundrel, "and I want to be friendly, both to you and poor little Myra -good little soul ! She thought me dead; you thought me dead; and I dare say you love each other like pigeons. Next thine, I admire her, but she never eared a sou for me. Well, suppose I say that I'll be dead to oblige you both. What d ev say to that?" Malcolm was allot. "I never wanted the poor little lass. Franitly, 1 wanted her money, and rho admiral'e too -hang the old rascal, he won about fifty pounds of me. But to continue. Now, Mr. Malcolm Stratton, time is flying, and the lady will soon bo at the church, where you muni be first. I tell you that I will consent to, keep under the tombstone where the law and society have placed me, for a handsome consideration. What do you propose?" "To Band you over to the police," said Strattonfirmly, but with despair in bis eyes wild and hisface ghastly, just as there was the faint sound of steps on the store stairs, and directly after someone gave''a long continued double knock on the outer door "Company, eh?" acid the man rising. " Get rid of him, I've a lot to say. Pll go inhere." He went straight to the doorway on the right of the fireplace. 'No, no," cried Stratton harshly; "that is a false door." "False door?" said the man ; "is phis?" He laid hie hand upon the other nn the. left of the fireplace, and opened it. "All right. • Both room. I'll go in here." As the man abut himself i" Stratton reeled as if be would have fallen, but a soccnd rat -tab upon the little brass knooker brought him to himself,and,after a glance at the closet door,he opened that of the entry, tone. and then the outer door, to admit a good "No, you do not. You propene to give looking, fair.haired young fellow of about me the money on the table thereto sign an five -and -twenty, most scrupulously dressed, agreement to pay me three hundred a year a creamy rose in .his buttonhole, and a as long as I keep dead, and then to go aud look of vexation in his merry facie as he wed your pretty widow, and be off to the stool looking at his white kid gloves. continent or elsewhere." " Isay, old chap," he crud, " I shall kill Bigamy—blarltmailed by a scoundrel who your housekeeper. She must have black-' would make his life a hell—through eon- leaded that kunsker. Morning. How are etant threats to claim hie wife—a score of you. Pretty wellraady ?" such thoughts flashed through Stratton's " Ready ?' seedStrattonhurriedly. tdNo, brain tis he steed there before the cool, not yet. I'm sure 1— calculating villain watching him so keenly, " Why, hullo, old ohap; what's the mat- Money was mo object to him. Mr. liretti- ter?" son would let him have any amount, but it " Matter? Nothing, nothing." WAS madbess to think of such a course. " Well, you look precious seedy. White There was only one other -to free the fine• Phone the gills. Why, hang it, Malcolm, cont, pure woman he idolized from the don't take it like that. Fancy you being persecution of such a wretch, and the law nervous. What about? Packed up, leen." would enable him to do that. " Yes—yes." Malcolm Stratton's mind was made up, "Wish it was my turn," continued the and he stood theregazing full: in bis visit - newcomer. "Mi ht as well have been two tor'oeyes. rumples: Mr. and Mrs. Malcom Stratton; "Well," said the man coolly, "time is on Mr. and vire. Percy Guest. Why, I say, the wing, as 1 said before.. Iow much is old ohap, you are ill." there under that letter weight ?" "No, no," cried Stratton hurriedly; and "One hundred and fifty pounds," said a sudden thonghtatruck him. Stratton quietly,, Catching up the telegram from the table, "W rite me a oheek for three hundred he handed it to his friend. and fifty pounds then, and the bargain is, " Hullo 1 Nothing serious? Poof 1 What closed." a molehill moun'ain. You shouldn't let a "Not for a penny," said Stratton quiet thing like this agitate your noble nerves ly. Bless the dear little woman. I'll run on to "Yon will. The lady is waiting." Common Garden, Central Avenue, as we "So are the police." say in some suckles, bully the beggar " What 1" cried the man, rising slowly for not sending it, start him, and end with a menacing look in his eounten- be back for you in a jiffy." anon. " No fooling, air. You see this, "No, no," cried Stratton excitedly, and you know 1 shall not be trifled with. "don't trust them. Get the bouquet, and Once more let me remind you that a noise take it yourself. Don't comp back. I'll Here would Hardly be heard outside. But meet von at the church." HEALTH. The Sciencis ail' Rubbing. No method of treating the various f ohes and pains bo whioh the lioeb is heir ie more agrceab10 to the aufibrer,or oftener ef%otive, than s souse of intelligent robbing .or mato sage. We may believe that the:beneflte derived are due to the personal electricity which is imparted from the body of the ono who per. forms the robbing, or we may say that a counter -irritation of the superficial parts ie setup by the friction. There are those who assert that ibis the activity into whioh the parts in queation are urged by the pro- pose that hi of beusflt, The last explanation is probably the most nearly correct. Bab however we may explain the fact, it is certain that even unskilled manipnlebion may be productive of relief and comfort to a wonderful degree; while if the mani- pulator is aoquaiubad wihh the anatomy of the human body, hie touch may sdem at times aimoot magical in dispereing pain, By trading out an inflamed nerve it is possible for maesonrs—as professional rub- bers are called—to reduce the most troubles some of neuralgias, even to the extent of relievingtheever-dreadedandlong.lingering soiatioa. Muscles whioh refuse to contract, and joints whioh for a long time have been stiig,may be brought into renewed activity. Of course ie is not possible for every one to show the skill of.a trained masseur; but any of us oan do mush in a humble way towards relieving the sufferings of those who are dear to us. We should always be careful to assist the flow of blood in its course through the pain- ful parts, as this fluid bears with it both food and etrengtlr. Whether a muscle, which is very often the seat of the pain, is tired and gore from over -use, or cramped and stiff from non-use, the soothing action of a fresh supply of blood is equally accept. able. Nerves require more delicate handling, as they are often -exquisitely aeneitive to the slightest touch; bub patient persistence and care are certain to be productive of greater or less relief. It is not necessary in every instance to exercise so much delicacy,howover,as there are many conditions whioh are morerapidly benefited by the • vigorous use of a brash towel,bill the superficial parts over the seat of the trouble are aglow. Circular motions, pinching and slapping all enter into the methods of a successful masseur: Finally, the sucoess of the treatment of pain by rubbing is to be found, not se mush in the brute lathe exhibited in the mann. pulations, as in the gentle, educated touch '.whiohis able to recognizeat once . the re- quirements of the individual case. "Trifle of neighborly service 1 "acid the old man, laying his hands affectionately upon the other's shoulders. " You risked your life, boy, to save that of ono who would fain have died. But Heaven knows beat, Malcolm, and I've been a Happier man since, for it has seemed to me as it I bad a son. Now, one word more and lam going. 1've a train to catch. Tell your dear young wife that Edward Brettison has watched your career.—that the man who was poor and struggled so bard to place himself in a position tocsin her will never be. poor a^cin ; for I have made you my heir, Maleolus and Ged bless you, my boy. Good •by • write soon." " Mr. 'Brettison 1" cried Stratton, in amaze. "Hush 1" Thedoor opened, andMrc.Bradereappeared with a black reticule in one hand and a ruddy telegram envelope in the other. "I see, wanted already," said the old man, hastily catching tip hat, stick, and ooileoting box, and hurrying out without another word. "Telegram, sir ; and there's the change, sir." "Eh 1 The notes ? Thank you, Mrs. Brade," said Stratton hurriedly, and taking the packet he laid them on the table and placed a bronze letter weight to keep them down. "Thatwill do, thank you, Mrs. Bradt. Tell your husband to fetch my luggage, and meat me at Charing Cross. He'll take a oat, of course." "I shall be there,too,sir, never ynnfear," said the porter's wife, with a settle, as she loft the room, Stratton hurriedly tearing open the envelope the while,and reading as the doer closed No bride's bouquet. What a shame 1 Sea to it at once. EDIT. " Confound 1" ejaculated Stratton ; "and after all their promises. here, Mrs. Brads, quick. lions I" "Mrs. Breda I" cried Stratton impatient. ly, and with his brows contracting a little. "I am very busy— not a moment to spare." " Of course, air, and no wonder ; but I do wish it hadn't been such a dull morn. g" in }Dull ?" triad Stratton, rushing to the window, "I thought it was all sunshine." "Of course you did, sir ; so did 1 ; and well I remember 11, though it's forty years ago." " Mrs. Brade, I told you I was busy. I thank you for your congratulations, and 1 give you all your inatruationa ysaberday, so pray what do you want?" Mrs. Brade, wife of the inn porter, lifted the corner of her apron to her mouth, and made a sound like the stifling of a laugh. "I beg your pardon, sir, I'm sure, and of courseit's natural at eunh a time. I lame because you sent word bythe waiter that:I Was to--" "Of course, yes : about tan. I'm so busy, I forgot," cried Stratton hastily, "Look here, Mrs. Brade, I wen t you to go over to the bank ; it will be open by the time you get across, :lath thisis check tor me ; bring all notes --•tons and fives" "A hundred and fifty pounds, sir 1" "Yes " tante a hand bag with you. 'Don't He threw open the door to call the woman back, but before be could open his lips she had returned. "A gen—gentleman to see you, sir, on business." "Engaged. Cannot see anyone. Look here, Mrs. Brade.' "Mr. Malcolm Stratton, I presume," said a heavily built man with a florid face, grayish hair, and'olosely out foreign looking hair. "My naive, eir, but I and partioolarly engaged this morning. If you have buem- rese with me you must write." This at the doorway, with Mrs. Brado standing a little baolt on the stone landing. "No time for writing," said the saran - ger sternly. " Bueiuese too important. Needn't wait, Mrs. whht'e-yor•uame," he continued, turning upon the woman so sharply that she began to hurry down the stairs. ' T don't care how important your mission is, sir," Cried Stratton ; "I cannot give you an interview this morning. If you have anything to say you must write. My business'--' "I know," said the man coolly : "going to be married." Stratton took a step book, and his visitor a d goad into the more, t rtte closed ra , one forma i the outer door and, before Stratton could recover from his surprise, the inner door, get robbed." and pointed to a chair. uppormoeb. Fold a thioktowol,and tusk it around the nook; then with a toael:oon Gil the ear with warm water; "Conbiuue doing tide for fifteen or twenty minutes ; the water will 511 Cho oar orifice and flow oven' on the 'towel, Afterward turn the head, lob the water run out "ted plug rho oar with warm glycerine and oobtop, "This may be done every hour nihil relief is obtained. it is au almost invariable cure, andiras saved Many oaeeeefaouto inlamma• tion, The water should be quite warnn,bat not too bot." SOI4TE FAMOJIS FRENVII COOKS. " One ei' Them AS Said to nave 'an lucerne of 1136,000 s Tear, The Frenoli have always been proud of their cooks, in the old time, Gorton Phoe- bus at a single meal served up ea many as 300 different dishes, all of which were the creations of bis owe br0.10. The present gook of hire Lion d'Or brings out a new dish of hie own oath esason, Bob this is no longer common. There are signs that French cookery has had its day and is living on the repatatiou of the past. Still there are great names and euccesses to recom- mend 11, Gambebta, who dearly loved good living, made a stir at one time with the fortunor of his cook. This was the famous Trom- petbo. He had been the gook of the Bus de Noailles, bub the republican dictator persuaded him to leave the service of aris- tocracy by offering him a salary of $2,400 a year. This was something enormous for France. It must be remembered, however, that the ootniniesion of one oent out of every twenty whioh the French cooks collect from tradesmen, along with the remnants and savings and pickings and other benifioes amount to many times over the original salary.In the largo Parisian clubs, where the best cooks are now eaid to be found, their, annual income is estimated at from $4,000 to 56,000 a year. Gambetta, who had all his money from politics, wee open- handed. When he died Teompette was able to rehire with a handsome fortune to a villa which hs had bought down in Berri. There he rested from his labors and herame aa mighty a fisherman as he had been an accomplished nook. Then he died. Thio was only last autumn, when. the Russians were visiting Paris and being you are not serious. Tho prize for you is "A11 right, old chap. Your sieve obeys. too groat. Police ? How could you marry Only, I say, I would have a duet—ti. and the lady then? Do yon think my proud, B.—before I started. Screw up, and don't prudish little Myra would take you, know - come with alace like that." The speaker went to the door, opened it, and looking round laughingly : "Preoioue dull ; 1'11 tell 'eat to turn ou the nun," he said, and hurried out. As the outer door ptosed Stratton darted to the inner and shut it, while, ashe.turn- ed, his unwelcome visitor stepped out of the bath room—evidently formerly a passage leading into the next chamber—andreturn- ed to hie chair. "Beet man--bouquets--carriages waiting —ohuroh—wedding breakfast," be said laughingly. "By Jove I I could drink a tumuler of champagne." By the time Stratton had grown firmer. and, "'Meting to the door, he ariedi " Look here, sir: 1'11 have no more of this. You are an impostor. I don't know where you obtained your information, but if you have come to levy blackmail on the strength of such a mad tale, yon have fails ed; so go." ""To my wife ?" "To the polide•etation if you dare to. threaten me, Look hare: James Barron, otherwise •.Tames Dale, died two years ago." "Then he has come to life again, that's ell," said the man eoolllr. " Now, look, here, you; I've not come to quarrel. I call on you, and of course it must be just damp. ening at such a time, but you see, I had no option. It wasn't likely that—be cool, will you ? Let that poker rest 1" He spoke savagely, and took a revolver from a hili pocket. "I say it wasn't likely that you would be pleased to see me, and I'm not surprised at your crying impostor, because, as I well enough know, the papers said 1 was dead, anclfor the past two years my beautiful little wife has worn her widow's weeds." Stratton made a gesture to start forward, but the man sat back in his chair and raised the pistol. "I'm a very good shot," he said coolly. "Be quiet and listen. I'm an impostor, am I2 Iwo not married to Myra Jerrold, 1 suppose, directly after the old roan had Oontineataltour With tett taken harfora pretty, merry little gate Perrin, Blest her—sweet little girl 1 Iid rather have had her if she had poaeeeted iidyra's money. It's all ingme to be alive? Stop, will you?" he cried feasted everywhere. To their surprise all the French papers declared that with Trom- ,pette the glorious traditions of French cookery had passed, .The great nooks were no More. This is doubtless an exaggeration, although there are eigns that the rushing and cerelese spirit of the ape has brought down the standard of cooking, whish was 80 long a fine art in Franee. Abroad the renown of the French nook is as greatas ever. There aro ati11 famous cooks in Paris. The complaint is that they tend to disap pear from the great public establishments, where their place has been taken by slovenly workmen, who have not rho old conscien- tious art. Aurelian Soboll, who was the uhronielor of the Boulevard in iia glory, says that to dine well at a restaurant now- adays you must take a train to Brussels. lie attributes the decadence to the new geueration of restaurateurs, many of whom have worked their way up from being mere waiters, and are in far too great a hurry of make their fortunes. It is also said that the official dinners given by the Ministers of State are too often fit only to poison the. guests. A.parvenu politioiau has neither the time nor the taste to keep that watch over his kitchen to which the thoroughbreds of the old regime used to be trained. President Casimir-Porier, so it is said again, is an exception to this rule under the republic. 1"'ieuret, the nook` whom he had installediu the Elysoo, was with bins when he was Minister of Foreign Affairs, and also when he was Presidentof the Ohm - ben of Deputies. He is amara that has accredited himself. Re fs fit to rival with the cook of the 1)uo de Doudeauville, who hos never oersted in a :leas family than a baron's, or with Bouton, who is now with the Duchess of Alba, after winning his re- nown under the Empire with Prince Orloff. Thus another barrier is removed between the Faubourg St. Germain and the Elysee. The Russians themselves could appeal to the splendid example oi, their Ozar's ham- erfourisr. .lie is very moth of a chef, for he is at the head of all the imperial kitch- ens, and he has the right to wear a sword. It Is not the first time, as he fought on the Freugh side all through the war of 1670. When Germany finally took possession of, -, his native Alsace he went to seek his for- tune in Russia rather than dwell at Home with the conqueror. M. Krantz soon be came famous, and his dishes may have helped on the Franco.Russian alliance. Alexander III. has exempted him from the law which requires that the imperial cooks shall at loot be naturalized Russians, and ho has oven extended this privilegeto the numerous Fantail under-000ks whom the chef has in his employ. Ai. Krantz, whose French citizenship is thus oifcially recognized along with his cookery, 10 a groat man at court.' Ho has under his orders four furnishing officers with 130 lackeys and apprentice boys, be- sides his own epeoial corps of two asalataut chefs, with 42 professional aide, 20 ap- j3rentlees, 32waiters, and two bakers and two confectioners in chief,with theft apeoful assistants to the number of 20. Ile has five secretaries for correspondence, bills, manus, aud the Feat. On the days of high ceremony as many as 1,200 persons tire under his com- mand. Tho grandees of the court remark that this Frehoh cock has a clear revenue of 535,000 a year. The chief 000k and the head pantoyman of Queen Victoria are French, and so is the chef of the Prince of Wales. Another who served his apprenticeehip under Jules Couffe or the ]'aria Jockey Club, bas been aasaessively ,cook to the Kings of Sweden and Roumania, to rho banker Rothschild, and latterly to that German Prince of Bat- tonburg who married a granddaughter of Queen Victoria. 1t is even whispered in Berlin that the conqueror has capitulated and Raiser Wilhelm earn a000rding to rho dictation of a Trnoh chef. The $10,000 French cook of the American Railway King Vanderbilt is nob forgotten in Paris Ile has opened a restaurant across the way from the Opera Ootnigee, whioh they are now rebuilding at the old site where the tiro took place in'1887. Eruptive Fevers. Eruptive fevers,—by which 'term are meant true and German measles, small -pox chicken -pox and scarlet fever,—as they occur in children, are less dangerous than is commonly supposed. All of them are self-limiting ; that is, they rue their own course, and none of them are amenable to any special form of - treatment. Nor should the possibility of their attack ng the child at a tender age naoasionany special anxiety. There are many cases on record in whioh such diseases have attacked infants within a few hours after birth ; and where the general health of the little pa- tient has been favorable to such an issue, the recovery has been rapid and 'tom- plate. ' In fent, it may be stated as a general rule that if the sufferer from an eruptive fev- er has a good . oonstitution,he will have no- thing to fear from an attack of any of the diseases named above. They are all to be regarded' simply as eruptive forma of fever. In each there is rise of temperature, great thirst,and a fully rapid pulse, together with the char. Reteristio eruption Peculiar to the die. ease. In view of these facts, the treatment of an ordinary case of eruptive fever becomes identical with that of fevers in general; that is, it is directed toward a reduction of the high temperature and a relief of the ild i accompanying symptoms. the eruption itself, except' perhaps in the case of measles, when we should keep the akin protected from irritation. To prevent itching, and also to keep the skin cooly we may bathe the patient very gently in a weak solution of carbolic acid. It is besb to seek the advice of a good physician in every ease of eruptive feverna in many instances the aysbem is fns more weakened condition than is supposed, and the fever is liable to ruu into a longer and more complex oourso. As every form of fever is attended with loss of strength to a greater or lees degree, a course of tonic treatment should be given after the leatieut has 00 far recovered as to be up. and about. The attack will be short, however, and the recovery speedy, if the sufferer is blessed with a eonetitution whioh presents no weak .points for.the advantage of the adversary. -- Ehotts. Asparagus purges the blood and acts boast tvitlt , a "saor,vageby groallwlthliat's ke thhoaly ----t of a w It le not necessary to be co:wa ned about Here, what are you going to do, fool?" "Semmou the police,' cried Stratton, wbe tvae half way to the door, as the Mau, sprang at him with activity of a panther. For the next minute there was a deeper - ate struggle, as the mon wrestled here and there, both moved by one object—the possession of the deadly weapnn. .Chen one -arm was freed, .there was the sharp report of a pistol, and a puff of ill entailing smoke partially hid the struggling pair. Another shot with the smoke more dense.. A heavy fall. Then silence—deathlike and strange. Outside, on the staircase a floor higher a door was opened ; there were steps on the theeweiononn landing,and a voice shouted down, "Anything the matter ?"" After a moment another voice was heard'N: onsense—nothing. Someone .banged his oak," There was the sound of people going back into the room above, and in the oil• moo whioh followed,broken only by the. faintly heard strain of some street muaio at a. distance, the doorbelow, 00 the Grab floor landing, was opened a little way, the fing.; ore of a hand appearing round the edge, and a portion of a man's head cattle slowly out, as if iia owner was listening. The Floor was closed one mare as softly as it was opened, and the sun, which had been hidden all ,the morning by leaden clouds, sent a bright sheaf of golden rays through the dust.incrusted atairoaeo win- dow, straight on the ch•ab-painted outer door, with the occupant's name thereon in black letters. MR. i11ALCOLb1 STRATTON. ; (mo alb ocitxla01t».) upon the kidneya. Spinach has also a direct effect upon the kidneys. Celery acts admirably upon the nervous system, and its a cure for rheumatism and neuralgia. To. miaow; ant upon - the. liver. Beets and turnips are excellent appetizers. Lettuce and encumbers are cooling in their effects tr nn the system. Onions, garlic, leeks olives and ehalots possess morlioinal virtues of a marked character) stimulating'the efr- oulatory system, and increasing the saliva and gastrin juices, Earache. "I am afraid I have greatly interfered with my own praotioe," said a celebrated ' wrist, "by giving the following advise to any of my friends : Tbaen's ionone tax bas just been attested m„ t the first symptoms to fortune of A y p Weed on a t t 3fi e n Norway a 3 r the bed On t lent lie of at d an inaomo pi an $3,300 P $1,1,000 I4 i ms of earaobe let the with the painful ear A Correction. grHadeatese--What is he going to do after he She --Wouldn't it he more appropriate to ask: "Whom is he going to do?"