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IIKENSIBE 11 Y MRS. MARY J. HOLMES Arthur el " Dora Deane," "The EnrlUh Orphana " " Homn'nJ on the Hllls'tfe." "Una Rivera." ' Mcadowbrook," " lenpcsl lad Sunshine," "Cousin Maude," etc CHAPTEK I. The good people of Devonshire were rather given to quarreling sometimes bout the minister's wife, nuvk, gentle Mrs. Tiverton, whose manner of house keeping, or style of dress, did not exact ly suit them; sometimes about the min ister himself, pood, patient Mr. Tiver ton, who vainly imagined that if lie preached three sermons a week, attend ed the Wednesday evening prayer meet ing, the Thursday evening sewing socie ty, officiated at every funeral, visited all the sick, and gave to every beggar who palled at his door, besides superintend ing the Sunday school, he was earning his salary of six hundred per year. Sometimes, and that not rarely, the quarrel crept into the choir, and then, for one whole Sunday, it was all In vain that Mr. Tiverton read the psalm and hymn, casting troubled glances toward the vacant seats of his refractory singers. There was no one to' respond, unless it were good old Mr. Hodges, who pitched o high that few could follow him ; while Mrs. Captain Simpson whose daughter, the organist, had been snubbed at the last choir meeting by Mr. Hodges' daugh ter, the alto singer rolled up her eyes at her next neighbor, or fanned herself furiously in token of her disgust. Latterly, however, there had come up a new cause of quarrel, before which every other cause sank into insignificance. Now, though the village of Devonshire could boast but one public school house, said house being divided into two depart ments, the upper and lower divisions, there were in the town several district schools; and for the last few years a committee of three had been annually ap pointed to examine and decide upon the merits of the various candidates for teaching. Strange that over such an of fice so fierce a feud should have arisen ; but when Mr. Tiverton, Squire Lamb and Lawyer Whittemore, in the full con viction that they were doing right, re fused a certificate of scholarship to Laura Tisdale, niece of Mrs. Judge Tisdale, and awarded it to one whose earnings in a factory had procured for her a thor ough English education, the villagers were at once set by the ears, the jiristocracy abusing, and the democracy upholding the dismayed trio, who, as the breeze blew harder, quietly resigned their office, and Devonshire was without a school com mittee. In this emergency something must be done, and, as the two belligerent parties could only unite on a stranger, it seemed a matter of special providence that only two months before young Dr. Holbrook Lad rented the pleasant little office on the village common, formerly occupied by old Dr. Carey, now lying in the graveyard by the side of some whose days he had prolonged, and others whose days he had surely shortened. Besides being hand some, and skillful, and quite as familiar with the poor as the rich, the young doc- A J f - J C . 1. . I ,. f t, . tt 11, i t , . I tended to make him a favorite with both classes ; and, greatly to his surprise, he found himself unanimously elected to the responsible office of sole inspector of com mon schools in Devonshire. With no definite idea as to what was expected of him, except that he was to find out "whether a girl knew her P's and Q's." and was also to "cut one or two of the first candidates," Dr. Hol brook accepted the office, and then await ed rather nervously his initiation. He was not easy in the society of ladies, un less, indeed, the lady stood in need of bis professional services, when he lost sight of her at once, and thought only of her disease. His patient once well, how ever, he became nervously shy and em barrassed, retreating as soon as possible from her presence to the covert of his friendly office, where, with his boots upon the table and his head thrown back in a most comfortable position, he' eat one April morning, in happy oblivion of the bevy of girls who must, of course, ere long invade his sanctum. "Something for you, sir. The lady will wait for au answer," said his "chore boy," passing to his master a little three cornered note, and nodding toward the Street. Following the direction indicated, the doctor saw, drawn up near his door, an old-fashioned one-horse, square-boxed, dark green wagon, drawn by a sorrel horse, sometimes called by the genuine Yankee "yellow," and driven by a white baired man of a pleasing, patriarchal appearance, which interested the doctor far more than did the flutter of the blue ribbon beside him, even though the bon net that ribbon tied shaded the face of a young girl. The note was from her, and, tearing it open, the doctor read, in the prettiest of all pretty, girlish hand writing : "Dr. Holbrook Sir : Will you be at leisure to examine me on Monday after noon, at three o'clock? "MADALINE A. CLYDE. "P. S. For particular reasons I hope you can attend to me as early as Mon day. M. A. C." Dr. Holbrook knew very little of girls, but he thought this note, with Its P. S., decidedly girlish. Still he made no com ment, either verbal or mental, so flur ried was he with knowing that the evil he so much dreaded had come upon him at last. Turning to the boy, he said, laconically, "Tell her to come." Most men would have sought for a gl'mpse of the face under the bonnet tied with blue, but Dr. Holbrook did not care a picayune whether it were ugly or fair, though it did strike him that the voice was singularly sweet, which, after the boy had delivered his message, said to the old man, "Now, grandpa, we'll go home. I know you must be tired." Slowly Sorrel trotted down the street, the blue ribbons fluttering in the wind, while one little ungloved hand was seen carefully adjusting about the old man's rhoulders the ancient camlet cloak which bad done duty for many a year. The doc tor mw all this, and the impression left upon his mind was that Candidate No. 1 vas probably a niceisb kind of a girl, and vory good to her grandfather. Monday afternoon was frightfully near, he thought, as this was only Saturday; and then, feeling that he must be ready, he brought out from the trunk books enough to haw frightened an older person than poor little Madeline Clyde, riding slowly home with grandpa, and wishing so much that she'd had a glimpse of Dr. Hol brook, so as to know what he was like. How she would have trembled could she have seen the formidable volumes heaped upon his table and waiting for her. Ar ranging them in a row, and half wish ing himself back again to the days when he had studied them, the doctor went out to visit his patients, of which there were so many that Madeline Clyde entirely es caped his mind, nor did she trouble him again until the dreaded Monday came, and the hands of his watch pointed to two. "One hour more," he said to himself, just as the roll of wheels and a cloud of dust announced the approach of some' thing. Could it be Sorrel and the square-boxed wagon? Oh, no; far different from Grandfather Clyde's turnout were the stylish carriage and the spirited bays dashing down the street, the colored driv er reining them suddenly, not before the office door, but just In front of the white cottage in the same yard, the house where Dr. Holbrook boarded, and where, if lie ever carried in Devonshire, he would most likely bring his wife. "Guy Remington, the very chap of all others whom I'd rather see, and, as live, there's Agnes, with Jessie. Who knew she was in these parts?" was the doctor's mental exclamation, as, running his fingers through his hair and making a feint of pulling up the corners of his rather limp collar, he hurried out to the carriage, from which a dashing looking lady of thirty, or thereabouts, was alight ing. "Whyv Agnes, I beg your pardon, Mrs, Remington, when did you come?" he asked, offering his hand to the lady, who, coquettishly shaking back from her pret ty, dollish face a profusion of light brown curls, gave him the tips of her lavender kids, while she told him she had come to Aikenside the Saturday before; and hear ing from Guy that the lady with whom he boarded was an old friend of hers, she had driven ever to call, and brought Jes sie with her. "Here, Jessie, speak to the doctor. He was poor dear papa's friend, and a very proper sigh escaped Agnes Remington's lips as she pushed the little curly haired girl toward Dr. Holbrook. The lady of the house had spied them by this time, and came running down the walk to meet her rather distinguished vis itor, wondering, it may be, to what she was indebted for this call from one who, since her marriage with the supposedly wealthy Dr. Remington, had rather cut her former acquaintances. Agnes was delighted to see her, and, as Guy decile d entering the cottage just then, the two friends disappeared within the door, while the doctor and Guy repaired to the office, the latter sitting down in the very chair intended for Madeline Clyde. This reminded the doctor of his perplexity, and also brought the comforting thought that Guy. who had never failed him yet, could surely offer some suggestions. But he would not upeak of her just now ; he had other matters to talk about, and he said : "Agnes, it seems, has come to Aikenside, notwithstanding she declared she never would, when she found that the whole of the Remington property belonged to your mother, and not your father." "Oh, yes ! She got over her pique as soon as I settled a handsome little in come on Jessie, and, in fact, on her too, until she is foolish enough to marry again, when it will cease, of course, as I do not feel it my duty to support any man's wife, unless it be my own, or my father's," was Guy Remington's reply "She'll hardly knarry again, though she may. She's young not over twenty six " "Twenty-eight. She is not more than three years your senior, a mere nothing, if you wish to make her Mrs. nolbrook," and Guy's dark eyes scanned curiously the doctor's face, as if seeking there for the secret of his proud young stepmoth er's anxiety to visit plain Mrs. Conner that afternoon. But the doctor only laughed merrily at the idea of his being father to Guy, his college chum and long tried friend. Agnes Remington reclining languidly in Mrs. Conner's easy chair, and over whelming her former friend with descrip tions of the gay parties she had attended in Boston, and the fine sights she saw in Europe, whither her gray-haired husband had taken her for a wedding tour would not have felt particularly flattered, could she have seen that smile, or heard how easily, from talking of her, Dr. Holbrook turned to another theme, to Madeline Clyde, expected now almost every mo ment. There was a merry laugh on Guy's part, as he listened to the doctor's story, and, when it was finished, he said : "Why, I see nothing so very distasteful in ex amining a pretty girl, and puzzling her, to see her blush. I half wish I were in your place. I should enjoy the nov elty of the thing." "Oh, take it, then ; take my place, Guy," the doctor exclaimed, eagerly. "She does not know me from Adam. Here are books, all you will need. You went to a district school once a week when you were staying in the country. You surely have some idea, while I have not the slightest. Will you, Guy?" Guy Remington liked anything savor ing of a frolic, but in hU mind there were certain conscientious scruples touch ing the justice of the thing, and so at first be demurred, while the doctor still insisted, until at last he laughingly con sented to commence the examination, pro vided the doctor would sit by and occa sionally come to his aid. "You must write the certificate, of course," he said, "testifying that she is quclified to teach." "Yes, certainly, Guy, If she Is; but mart ah won't be, and my orders are to be strict." "How did she look? Guy asked, and the doctor replied: "Saw nothing but her bonnet. Came in a queer old go-giggle of a wagon, such as your country farmers drive, I!y the way, when do you cross the sea again for the fair Lucy? Humor says this summer." "Rumor is wrong, as usual, then," was Guy's reply, a soft light stealing Into his handsome eyes. Then, after a mo ment, he added: "Miss Atlierstone's health is far too delicate for her to in cur the risks of a climate like ours. If she were well acclimated, I should be glud, for it is terribly lonely up at Aiken side." "And do you really think a wife would make it pleasanter?" Dr. Holbrook asked, the tone of his voice indicating a little doubt as to a man's being happier for having a helpmate to share his joys and sorrows. But no such doubts dwelt in the mind of Guy Remington. Eminently fitted for domestic happiness, he looked forward anxiously to the time when sweet Lucy Atherstone, the fair English girl to whom he had become engaged when, four years before, he visited Europe, should be strong enough to bear transplanting to Ameri can soil. Twice since his engagement he had visited her, finding her always lovely, gentle and yielding. lie greatly preferred Lucy Atherstone, as she was, to a wife like the stately Margaret, or, like Agnes, his pretty stepmother, who only thought how she could best attract attention; and as it had never occurred to him that there might be a happy me dium, that a woman need not be brain less to be feminine and gentle, he was satisfied with his choice, as well he might be, for a fairer, sweeter flower never, bloomed than Lucy Atherstone, his affi nnced bride. Guy loved to think of Lucy, and as the doctor's remarks brought her to his mind, he went off into a reverie concerning her, becoming so lost In thought that until the doctor's hand was laid upon his shoulder by way of rous ing him, he did not see that what his friend had designated as a go-giggle was stopping in front of the office, and that from it a young girl was alighting. Naturally very polite to females, Guy's first impulse was to go to her assist ance, but she did not need it, as was proven by the light spring with which she reached the ground. The white haired man was with her again, but he evidently did not intend to stop, and a close observer might have detected a shade of sadness and anxiety upon his face as Madeline called cheerily out to him : "Good-by, grandpa. Don't fear for me; I hope you will have good luck." Then, as he drove away, she ran a step after hira and said : "Don't look so sorry, for if Mr. Remington won't let you have the money, there's my pony, Beauty. I am willing to give him up." "Never, Maddy. It's all the little for tin' you've got. I'll let the old place go first"; and, chirruping to Sorrel, the old man drove on, while Madeline walked, with a beating heart, to the office door, knocking timidly. Glancing involuntarily at each other, the young men exchanged meaning smiles, while the doctor whispered softly : "Ver dant that's sure. Wonder if she'd knock at a church." As Guy sat nearest the door, it was he who held it ajar while Madeline came in, her soft brown eyes glistening with something like a tear, and her cheeks burning with excitement as she took the chair indicated by Guy Remington, who found himself master of ceremonies. Poor little Madeline! (To be continued. J ant the Same. Stern fathers and timid lovers still claim our attention on this terrestrial ball, but mothers usually save the day In some way. "That young man stays until an un earthly hour every night, Doris," said an lrute father to his youngest daugh ter. "What does your mother say about it?" "Well, dad," replied Doris as she turned to go upstairs, "she says men haven't altered a bit." On the Jump. "Is It really only ten minutes' walk to the station from your house?" asked Cltlman. "What a ridiculous question," ex claimed Subbubs. "Nobody In lovely Swamphurst ever 'walks' to the station. I may say, how ever, that It's only about eight and a half minutes' run." Philadelphia Press. Afraid He'd Change. "Could' you guess how old I am?' said the girl with the crows' feet, giv ing a little giggle. "Why, you're about 24," said the man who thought he ought to be kind to her. "Remember, 6iie saia, wim more giggles, "I only gave you one guess." Youkers Statesman, A Plot. "You seeemtl anxious to pick a quar rel with him," said Knox. "Yes," replied Fox, "he's to be mar ried next month, and " "Ah! I see. Cut you out, eh?" "Not at all, but I want him to cut me out of his list of friends. I want to save the price of a present." Phila delphia Press. Another Good Way. Deacon Slicker I think the parson is not sufficiently progressive; and yet I hate to suggest that we discharge him. Deacon Hardshell Why not raise his salary? Then he'd probably drop dead. ruck. A Dlfflrnltr. "Do you think there Is any use of trying to reform siielling?" "No. The people whose spelling re ally needs reformation worst don't read enough to know that a reform Is In progress." Washington Star. Jealoua. "She is half frantic since her hus band died." "Yes, ehe Is pure he went to heaven and ehe has Just read that the majority of angels are women." Houston Post. A Iott Poultry Ran. A safe and secure poultry run that requires less material than a high pen can be made from laths sawed lu two, which would make the Bides 2 feet high, making the frame of scantlings and the top of sawed laths, box boards or similar material. The top of the run should consist almost entirely of trap doors, using bits of old harness for hinges, which will look well if cut neat ly. The Illustration shows one of the doors propped up to show the construc tion more plainly. The doors are feet long, the length of a lat'i, and may be 8 or 10 feet the other way and still not be clumsy, being constructed of such light material. , This trap door Is an important fea ture, as It permits the tender to enter easily for removing top soil and replac ing with fresh earth, or other caring for the birds. The frame material is of 2x2-ntch scantling at the corners, while the side strips are made of Inch' boards sawed 2 Inches wide. The earth tinder this run should be slightly mounded for the sake of dryness. Farm and Home. Plowing and Droughts. Subsoiling and drainage are systems that should be practiced In connection with each other. Subsoiling without drainage Is more damaging than bene ficial, as It allows the water to accumu late and there remain. If the system of drainage Is made complete there is nothing better than deep cultivation, as sisted by the subsoil plow. The great fear of those who are opposed to sub soiling is that they are compelled to turn up soil from below, which is not desirable, as it requires time for the cold undersoil to become proper plant food; but the subsoil plow does not. as many suppose, turn up the soli. It simply pulverizes it The plan usually pursued Is to plow the soil In the ordi nary manner, following In the same fur rows behind the first plow, with asub soiler, to which should be harnessed three horses, in order that the work may be thoroughly done. As the first plow moves on, leaving the upper soil broken, the subsoil plow, coming after It, should go In to a depth of at least 7 inches below the plowed furrow (a foot, If possible), thus rendering the actual depth quite deep, though not mixing the upper and lower strata. The advantage is that moisture Is re tained when rains are not frequent, ow ing to the greater capacity and depth of absorption at the time of rain, and also greater moisture from capillary attraction by virtue of the porosity of the subsoil. Soil for Totted Plant. The soil to be used for potted plants should be a mixture of leaf mold from the woods, sand and good loam, a little powdered charcoal being an Improve ment. A piece of broken pot should be put over the drainage hole, then enough soil put in so that when the ball of earth Is placed in the pot there will be about an inch of space from the sur face of the soil to the rim of the pot. Fill in the soil all around the ball, and pack it moderately tight. Finally give the pot a tap on the bench to settle the soil. After all the plants are potted put a spray nozzle on the sprinkler and give them a good watering, shading with newspapers for two or three days during sunshine until re-established. Never use a large size pot for a small rooted plant If you do the soil will Bour and the plants sicken and die. Sorting; and Packing; Egga. Eggs to be placed on the market should be carefully sorted and packed as to size, shape and color. It Is bet ter not to put eggs having different col ored shells In the same package; neither should eggs varying much In size be placed in the same package. Ev ery egg should bo perfectly clean, and If slightly soiled It may be wiped clean with a damp cloth. If badly soiled the eggs should be discarded, for the wash ing required to clean them Injures their appearance. The discarded eggs can be disposed of at some of the cheaper and less exacting markets. Eggs may be placed In large shipping cases or In small pasteboard boxes, according to how they are to be marketed. G. A. BelL Thlatlea. The Russian thistle, which was con sidered a dangerous pest in the West, has not spread as rapidly as was ex pected. It seems to thrive best on alka li soils, and Is not partial to all kinds of land. Since Its appearance it has subdued the Canada thistle, and has been very beneficial In several States. Though It Is not a desirable plant to bave on the farm, the farmers who bare learned to keep It In subjection sm longer fear It A VSEFUL POUWBY COOP. 5W rasa Mulch In Orchard. average results-of the different methods of orchard culture at the Ohio Station, covering a period now of six years, are quite markedly In favor of planting the tres In sod and mulching the trees. The trees on the plat thus treated have made a heavier aud more vigorous growth than under any other system of culture, and have produced double as much fruit Under the culti vation and cover crop method of cul ture the trees made very nearly as good a growth, and the fertility of the soil was kept up. The fact, however, that the general results, as regards both tree growth and yield of fruit are Inferior to the grass mulch method is the surprising thing. The poorest results of all were ob tained when clean cultivation through out the season was practiced, since no humus or fertility was added to the soil by this method, and the ground washed and gullied so badly that heavy fills were necessary, and the practice had to be abandoned at the end of the fourth year. The trees set in sod and having a cir cular area cultivated about them gave very good results for the first two or three years, after which much better results were secured by either the cover-crop method or the grass mulch method. This method of culture was the most expensive and laborious plan adopted. Its chief usefulness Is on small, very rough or stony areas, where mulching material Is not available, or on home grounds where neat and sight ly grounds are desired. Fertiliser for Strawberries. Nitrate of soda Is a valuable fertil izer for strawberries and raspberries, and should be applied with powdered phosphate of lime. This application to strawberries will sometimes treble the yield. The ber ries are larger in size, handsomer in color, more solid and finer In flavor. Ordinary manure will not produce such results, as It Is not converted Into plant food until after the demand of the fruit Nitrate of soda and powdered phos phate of lime are assimilated by the plant at once, and appropriated at a cost of less than $10 per acre, using 400 pounds of the mixture, which con tains the three ingredients considered necessary to use for feeding plants, nit rogen, phosphoric acid and an alkali. Andrew II. Ward In Meehan'r Monthly. A Good Market Pear. The old market favorite pear, Louise Bonne de Jersey, Is still one of the best known and most popular of the French type of pear and Is highly recommend ed for the New En gland and Middle States by the offi cial list of the de partment of agri culture. The name is being more and more shortened to Louise, which Is enough to distin guish it from other varieties. Thia pear has LOUISE PEAK. been In cultivation for more than a hundred years, but the original tree Is still alive at its place of origin in Southern France, says American Culti vator. Although a French pear, It seems to be as hardy as any and suc ceeds as far north as Ontario and In parts of Northern New England where any pear will thrive. It is good pear to grow on quince roots, producing large specimens and annual crops. It also does well on pear roots. It Is a rather large pear, choice specimens averaging about three and one-half inches long. The skin is yel lowlsh green, with reddish brown checks and dots. The flesh Is white, fine grained and buttery and the flavor pleasant and spicy. It ripens about with the Sheldon in early October. Its hipping qualities are excellent, and it ranks among the first of the general purpose pears. Ensilage. By the use of ensilage the ration can be greatly cheapened, but ensilage Is not a balanced food, and must not therefore, be used exclusively. A ra tion of 45 pounds of ensilage, 8 pounds of clover hay, 1 pound of bran and 1 of linseed moal will cost about 10 cents a day and be as nearly balanced as can be desired. This ration will be, better digested than one composed mostly of dry food, and the ensilage can be grown from a silage corn at a cost be low that of any other food that can be produced on the farm. Field Mice. Field mice do not attack old trees, If they can get tho bark of young trees, but they sometimes do much damage to orchards. Wrap the trees with tar pa per, extending the paper several inches Into the ground. This method not only prevents the depredations of mice, but also serves to protect against the bor ers. The paper need not extend over one foot above the ground. The Cora Cnlttvator. If the corn cultivator undergoes as much Improvement In the next few years as It has In the past, It will al most be a white shirt Job to plow corn, Ths dustless feature should be next given attention by makers. Farmer In Iowa Homestead. English Wordsworthlans gathered the other day at tho little Leicestershire village, Cohorton, In the wildest and most romantic part of Charuwood for est, to celebrate the one hundredth an niversary of the poet's first visit to scenes where he wrote some of his most beautiful poems. Prof. Knight, one of the foremost of living authorities on Wordsworth, read a paper to the as sembled pilgrims. The first almanac printed In Europe was probably the Kalendarlum Novum, by Iteglomontanus, calculated for the three years 1475, 14fM and 1813. It was published at Buda, In Hungary. Though It simply contained the eclipses and the places of the planets for the respective years, it was sold, It Is said, for ten crowns of gold, and the whole Impression was soon disposed of in Hungary, Germany, Italy, France and England. "II. G. Wells," said a Chicago pub lisher, "Is a splendid novelist, but he attaches too much Importance to the question of style, of finish, and not enough Importance to the question of popularity. When Mr. Wells was over here I went about with him a good deal, and one day I showed him theniagnifl cent mansion that one of our leading novelists owns. 'Literature,' I said, en couragingly, 'Is different from what it was in Dr. Johnson's and Goldsmith's time. You could live In Just such a house as that If you'd write as we pub lishers want you to, Mr. Wells. You coujd be a famous novelist, too. In fact it is easy to be a famous novelist nowadays.' Mr. Wells laughed sourly. 'Yes,' he said. 'In the past the authors died, but their works live. Now th works die and the authors live.' " David Christie Murray, Journalist, traveler, novelist and playwright, died in London recently In his sixty-first year, having been born In English Staffordshire April 13, 1817. Murray was a reporter In Birmingham and Lon don In his youth, was special corre spondent of the London Times In the Russo-Turkish war, and his travels In ' Australia, Canada and the United States were all paid for by his letters written for English papers. His list of forty-five books comprises mainly novels. He wrote too many books and too rapidly sometimes three In a year as, for example, In 1SSG, "Aunt Ra chel," "Cynic Fortune" and "First Per son Singular"; In 1889, "Old Blazer's Hero," "Novelist's Note Book," "One Traveler Returns" this last with Hen ry Herman, of whom we know nothing ; In 1S89, "A Dangerous Catspaw," "Queen's Scarf," "Schwartz," "Young Barter's Repentance," Murray was a clever man, industrious in his calling, apt In conversation, ready In speech, making addresses on special occasions with a genial fortuity. He had shown of late a fondness for mystical specula tion. HIsNast writing was an article on "Theories of the Soul," not yet pub lished. Ilreaklng It to II Ira. "Doctor, I suppose I'm an old fool, but I have made a discovery that gives me some uneasiness." "What Is It Kadger?" "I was passing my hand over my head the other day, and I found ono place that's a good deal hotter than any other spot I thought it was all Imagination at first but It Isn't Put your hand on the top of my head, pret ty well back. There, that's the place. Doesn't It feel hotter than the rest of my head?" "It certainly does." "Well, now, I am anxious to know what that means. If It Indicates that there's too much brain pressure at that particular spot, I want to know It. Is It serious?" "Kadger, It Is." "I feared so. Tell me the truth, doc tor, no matter what it L" "I hesitate to tell you, because " "Doctor, I Insist on knowing." "Well, if you must know, Kadger, that particular place on your head feels hot to your hand because you're getting a bald spot there." A Loat Dollar. A missionary bishop told at a dinner In New York, according to the Sun, this story about F. Marlon Crawford, the famous novelist: "Mr. Crawford went to school," he said, "In Concord, and one day he was) taken to call at a Concord clergyman's.. The clergyman had a missionary box. on his drawing room table, and, time hanging heavily on the boy's hands, be amused himself with trying whether a, silver dollar It was all the money he had in the world, and he had converted It Into that gigantic coin for safety would go into the slit In the box's top.' It was a close fit but unfortunately It did go, and the coin slipped out of the embryo author's fingers. There was a terrible crash of silver falling among the coppers, and then the boy, as the novelist say, 'knew no more.' When he came to himself he found the clergy man and his friends In raptures over his generosity." Different. "Everything she tells you Is an ex- tggeratlon.' "Did yon ever ask her her ae or tha- size of her shoes r Bon Vlvant Sweet, trusting dispositions are rare ly found In married woman. i