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THE MID-SEA SUN.
No peak to hide his splendor, till the day
Has passed away; flower
No dial shade of any tree or
To mark the hour;
A wave his orient cradle, and a wave
His westofn grave.
—John B. Tabb in Harper’s Magazine.
5 Marie’s Beautiful Lady j
By Lucretia Macy Gardner.
Ever since the eventful day in
Maris Niccoli s life when a purse lay
at her feet, as if in answer to her
crippled sister’s cry, “to bring her
home a pair of red slippers,” Mar¬
garet Norton, the owner of the lost
property, was always called by Marie
“The Beautiful l,ady.”
It is not strange the little sister
iookek upon her as her good fairy;
for at the command of their bene¬
factress the child was wafted to a
sunny room in the hospital where
a canary bird in his gilded cage made
the hours glad with his song, and
caused her to forget, at times, aching
limbs and spine. For, in spite of the
best medical skill, the road to recov¬
ery promised to be long and tedious;
and, when Miss Norton reported to
Marie the result of the consultation
with tile surgeons, she said, “How
should you like to live with me for
a while,—do my errands, dust a
little, and”—
“Be your maid?” gasped Marie, as
if such bliss were too great to men¬
tion lightly.
“Why, yes, perhaps; but I think
I should rather call you my eonpan
ion. And now let us talk about school.
It does not seem quite the thing for
you not to go to school any more, do
you think so?”
“I’ve been to night school since
Anita went to the hospital, but Mr.
Morse asked the other evening if I
couldn’t go daytimes; I guess I look¬
ed stupid and sleepy.”
“Oh, don’t say that! Of course you
must be tired after your long day
at the dress maker’s. By the way, I
want to tell you of the talk I had
with Miss LaMonde yesterday, She
has agreed to lend you to me for a
little rest and change. She tells me
how willing you always are to do
whatever she wishes.”
Marie’s long lashes hid her eyes; but
Miss Norton saw her choke back a
sob, and she hastened to say: “I want
you right away, for you know there
is to be a vacation for ten days at
the school. I will ask Mrs. Fallon to
take care of any furniture you may
like to save from your room, and I’ll
pay your rent. Then we’ll begin all
over,’ as the children say.
Truly a new page was turned
in the life of the two children of the
tenement; and while it might be easy
to imagine something more hilarious
than spending Christmas in a hospit¬
al, the change from a dreary room
where even the sunlight dreaded to
enter, to the Broad Street Sanatorium,
with sun narlnrs nn ovary floor, seem¬
ed to Anita like transporting to heav¬
en.
Meanwhile the older girl responded
like a new flower to her new at.most
phere of loving care, and one day
while dusting the reception room, her
’voice broke forth into suoh a burst
of melody that Marie’s beautiful lady
stole to the stairs, and listened to the
strains, suggestive of sunny Italy
even in their lack of training.
It was a simple street song; but
\he voice hinted of great possibilities,
and Miss Norton called Marie to her,
and said: “If you will do your best
at school, and the teachers are sat¬
isfied with your work, I'll teach you to
play ou the piano, and my friend Miss
Bartholdi will give you singing les¬
sons. How does that sound.
“But Anita—you know I want to
take care of her, and I mustn’t use
so much time! I can’t take every¬
thing from you!”
The last words sounded like a wail
as Marie slipped to the floor, buried
her head in her hands, and sobbed as
her beautiful lady had never before
heard her. “Per-haps you'll be sor-ry
some day—that you’ve been so good
to me!” she stammered.
“Why, who on earth has put that
idea into your head? Has some one
been saying disagreeable things to
you?”
All questioning was useless, but
Margaret. Norton was very good at
guessing. “All,” she exclaimed, “I
rather think that silly Janey has been
disturbing you, she is so jealous! But
now listen, dearie; it takes two to
make a bargain, and you and I are
the two! Why, child, what should I
do in this lonely house without a
young girl to keep me company? Who
would brush my hair every night, and
tell me how Molly and that polly
Fritz recite fheir lessons, while I
laugh away my blues? Who, dear, but
just you? it’s our little secret; and,
when Anita is discharged from the
hospital, she shall come here, and
you and I will teach her all we know.”
The magic wand was again waved
and peace restored. Marie proved
most tractable and found a sympa¬
thetic audience when she confided
her beautiful lady that she just hated
geometry, and did not see the use
proving one line was longer than the
other when her own eyes told
an argument that Miss Norton had of¬
ten heard.
In the midst of discou-agements
several red-letter days stood out prom¬
inently—when Marie began French
and Italian; the April morning that
Anita left the hospital, abte to walk
like other people; and the sweet June
day when her beautiful lady was the
first to congratulate her upon graduat¬
ing the third in her class, and to tell
her that it was decided that she was to
go to Italy in September with Misa
Bartholdi.
“But you—oh, I do so want to learn
to sing! But how can I leave Anita
and you?” The young girl put her
arms around Miss Norton in spite of
the warning “not to crush her lace,”
and said such pretty words to her, it
would have been perplexing to deter¬
mine which cheeks were the brighter.
Marie felt as if under some wizard's
spell when she found herself one Oc¬
tober morning in the presence of Sig¬
nor Monaldi, the famous teacher, who
saw great possibilities in the sweet
voice from over the sea, and arranged
a most arduous program for Miss
Bartholdi to follow.
Just as the future looked most
bright, there came a letter to her
teacher that dashed Marie's hopes in
an instant. Rumors of great treach¬
ery on the part of Miss Norton's bus¬
iness advisor threatened utter financial
ruin. Marie grasped the situation, and
said: “There is just one step for me
to take! I must go back to her.
Please don’t say a word. Miss Barthol¬
di, or I might be weak and easily
tempted. My beautiful lady! Just
think, where should Anita and I have
been without her! It’s my turn now,
and I can teach music, and pay her
back a little of all we owe her!”
“Poor child, music lessons! How lit¬
tle she realizes what that means!”
Miss Bartholdi rvas wise enough to
make only mental comments, and
and waited for the first outburst of
excitement to be over, then, taking
the girl’shand in hers said: “I have
something in my mind that may work
out all right for you. Just be patient
one more day, and I will report if
there is a ray of encouragement.”
Only the previous day while she was
giving Marie her lesson, two gentle¬
men stood close to the portiere and
listened from their safe hiding place
to the bird-like freshness of the voice.
One of the audience reported most en¬
thusiastically to Miss Bartholdi, later
in the afternoon: “You should have
seen my friend! Why, Miss Bartholdi,
he just could not wait for her to fin¬
ish, but whispered, ‘Tell me her name,’
and, when 1 talked with him after you
had left the studio he said: ‘Niccoli?
Niccoli? My mother had a brother
who went to America somewhere—
that’s her family name; but it’s just
a coincidence probably!’ And Signor
Monaldi turned to Marie’s teacher with
a very wise expression, and murmured
as a final word, “It may be a good
plan to have the young lady meet
Signor Buonetti!”
What wonder that the words had
been constantly in her mind; and,
acting upon the adage that two heads
are better than one, a conference with
him resulted in an invitation for them
to escort Marie to the studio of Sig
.
1101 uone l.
When the latter heard the name of
Marie’s father, Giovanni Niccoli, he
took her hands in his, and said: “You
arp my own cousin, the only one left
of my family; and I must not let such
a sweet girl slip away away from
Italy,( the land of the prima donna!
Now/ Miss Bartholdi, will you cable
Miss Norton, at my expense, that her
ward has found an Italian cousin over
here, and ask her to take passage in
the next steamer, with Anita and any
papers she has in regard to the two?”
Signor jMonaidi could scarcely re¬
strain himself, but made a great ef¬
fort to be calm until they had left
the studio far behind, when he said:
“That man. Miss Bartholdi, is im¬
mensely rich! He has only one hob¬
by; he is a great collector of val¬
uable paintings and gems.” Then,
turning to Marie, he added, with true
Italian warmth of feeling, “Now, Miss,
your art can be made perfect; the fu¬
ture looks rosy!”
Upon receipt of the cable, Margaret
Norton and Anita felt as if their good
fairies were helping them out of their
troubles, and the delicate face of
Marie’s sister, with its pink flush of
delight, reminded one of the dainty
arbutus, as they took passage upon
the great ocean steamer that looked
like a palace to one of the travellers.
What followed seemed, indeed, like
a chapter from real fairyland. Miss
Bartholdi removed to another apart¬
ment; and Margaret, Marie, and Anita
set up a modest establishment which
promised to be permanent. At the
first moment, however, that Signor
Buonetti saw Marie’s beautiful lady,
he appreciated the fact that she was
a rare gem, and his heart went out
to her even as Margaret’s found Marie.
When in course of time Marie realized
that through her had come the great¬
est happiness her l>eautiful lady had
ever imagined, the latter said: “You
have always talked about bread cast
upon the waters, but I never supposed
it would be returned away over here
in Italy! Think what has come to me
because of this Italian cousin of
of yours!”
Marie’s wedding gift, earned from *a
first appearance before a critical musi¬
cal audience, was a King’s Daughter
cross, set with pear’s, while inscribed
on the other side the dates 1898-1905,
following the letters M. B L. which
stood not only for Marie’s Beauti¬
ful I.ady, but Marie’s Bright Light,
significant of the day when her own
cross slipped from her jacket, reflect¬
ing its gleam upon the gray wall, and
sent its abiding light deeper still into
the heart of this daughter of the King.
—The Christian Register.
All High Flyers.
“Are you interested in airship.
Mrs. Getemoff?"
“Heirships! I am, indeed, Mr. Swat
ley. I have thri inmarried daugh
ters.”— Boston Transcript
The name California Brut appeared
in an anonymous Spanish romance
publisher! in 1511 It told of an A mi
zon queen, Calafia, whose rea.ca waj
called California.
ENTERPRISE. COVINGTON, GA.
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The Girl With Thin Arms.
A private pointer for the long, slen¬
der-armed girl:
Don't fall into the snare of dressing
your bony elbows with what the fash¬
ion books call “softening frills of
lace.”
Don’t you believe it.
That frill will fall over the very
curve you wish to display and will fall
away from the hollow' you wish to
hide, says the Philadelphia Press.
Fix the bottom of your elbow
sleeves with a close band, of black or
dark colored ribbon, let it»->5e quite
snug so that what little flesh there is
there wil swell out impressively.
The plain turn back elbow cuff
gives the same effect and there is
bound to be some taper to your arm
if the outlines are clearly defined
Try it and see.
Uses for Old Stockings.
Don’t throw away your old stock¬
ings. They may be past wearing as
such, but there are several good uses
to which they may be put. If the
legs are in good condition and the
feet worn out, cut off the latter and
the body of the stockings makes a
fine cleaning rag. For polishing
brasses, candlesticks, door knobs and
the like they will be found excellent.
An old stocking also makes a good
rag for rubbing up a shine on your
shoes, and for wiping woodwork with
oil it is about as good as flannel. One
woman who does her own work al¬
ways slips over her arms when house
cleaning in the cold weather and
keeps one with the foot in to put over
her hand when she has to wipe the
stove. Another woman of original
ideas puts on a pair of extra stocking
legs on a very cold day, thus gaining
the required warmth without any¬
thing burdensome on the feet.
Women Coin Testers in the Mint.
The adjusting of „ the ,, coin . is the
most interesting part of the whole
process. This requires a delicateness
of touch which is more highly devel
oped in woman than in man, and on
acC ount of her sunexior qualification
ln this reS pect this department is in
jj er charge.
Here the coin is first “selected”—
that is, pieces whiclv show the slight
es t imperfection or; roughness are
thrown out; those whlich pass success¬
fully through the skilled fingers are
sent to the long table where another
set of women weigh each one on del¬
icate scales. If a coin is too heavy a
portion is filed off; if too light it is
thrown out to be remelted. Some of
thesei women have become so expert
as to handle a thousand pieces a day.
• The coins are next fed to the mill¬
ing machines, this work also being
done by women. The planchets are
put into the intrument by means of a
tube, and as they descend they are
caught upon a revolving wheel ana
the edge is compressed and forced up.
At least 500 dimes can be milled in
the short space of a minute. About 80
women are employed in these two
rooms.—Leslie’s Weekly.
Women as Hotel Clerks.
In most European hotels in the
smaller places the visitor is met at
the desk by a woman instead of by
the perfunctory clerk so familiar to
Americans at home. I think this is
because a woman can be more suc¬
cessful in the art of common, every¬
day robbery. One doesn’t like to ar
gue about prices with a sweet, smil¬
ing little lady who seems to be exert¬
ing herself to an extreme degree to
secure one’s comfort and happiness;
but if one happens to be making short
stops here and there it is wise to put
away suavity for the time being to the
extent, at least, of an occasional mild
protestation. When madame smiles
benignly and tells you that the room
you have chosen, with everything in¬
cluded, will be 25 francs a day, it is
well to remember that “everything in¬
cluded” doesn’t include everything, by.
any means. There are a hundred and
one litle “extras,” like tea, after-din¬
ner coffee, coffee and rolls in your
room in the morning, and such luxur¬
ies, to say nothing of service, which
must be paid for first hand if it is to
be enjoyed at all. So at 20 francs
madame is probably taking chances
against a protest, and will be enor
niouslv pleased with herself if none
ls forthcoming. It is the same all up
and down the scale of prices, but I
suppose those who can afford to go
up the scale never care particularly.—
Eleanor Franklin in Leslie’s Weekly.
For the Girl Who Drives.
Water occasionally when driving
for any distance, especially on warm
days, but never at a much-used dirty
trouarh.
Ixin t tie ln the sun in hot weather,
nor In a br<-<-ze when a horse is over
heated Whenever possible „ drive
without a check, It isn’t always safe
>x a ®heck down entirely when
ou“ Is tying a horse, as some will toss
* h<-ads until they get into trouble,
but If a horse ta to stand lor a few
minutes be sure and let the check
rein out a few holes.
Be sure that the strap that goes
around the throat and helps keep the
bridle from slipping, is not unneces¬
sarily tight.
The instant it is seen that the horse
is getting beyond control, brace firm¬
ly against the footboard, lean well
forward and put right hand way out
on the 2ine; next pull slightly on the
left rein, just enough to make the
horse think he is expected to go to the
left and then follow with the very
hardest pull you can give on the right.
This may result in a possible tum¬
ble instead of a plunge, but the tumble
need not be much of a one if there is
any luck in the party.
"While using every possible precau¬
tion against driving troubles, don’t let
a thousand and one unnecessary fears
cloud the pleasure that can come out
of the ownership and use of a good
horse. The nerve and courage gained
is no small part of the good of it all,
and the splendid art of skilful and cour¬
ageous driving should be added to the
outdoor acomplishments of every girl
that can possibly have the opportun¬
ity for acquiring it.—New' York Press.
Nerve of Fair Explorers.
There will soon be coming to Eng¬
land the famous woman explorer,
Miss Mary Hall, who arrived the
other day at Khartoum, after travers¬
ing Africa from south to north. Start¬
ing from Chinde, on the coast of Por¬
tuguese East Africa nine months ago,
Miss Hall sailed up the Zambesi and
Shire rivers until she reached Port
Herald, whence she traveled by rail
to Chiromo. Borne on a hammock by
natives in Blantyre, in Nyassaland,
and thence to Abercorn, on the south
of Lake Tanganyika, w'hich she
crossed by boat, says the Buffalo
Courier, the intrepid lady eventually
reached Lake Victoria Nyanza after
walking miles and miles through Ger¬
man East Africa.
During this 28 days’ journey Miss
Hall saw no white people whatever.
On her arrival at each place the na¬
tives, headed by their chief, brought'
her bananas, goats, beans, firewood
and all kinds of present, in return for
which Miss Hall gave them calico,
beads and salt. The native women,
too, sat round her for hours at a
time, alternately looking at her with
wonder and feeling the intrepid wom
an’s clothing. In many villages the
natives had never seen a whife Iuau
or woman before.
At the moment, too, another wom¬
an, Mrs. French Sheldon, famous also
as a writer, is traveling in the un ex
plored regions of West Africa for the
purpose of scientific and botanical re¬
search. Besides the native carriers
she is accompanied only by a woman
secretary. Mrs. Franch Sheldon is
the greatest woman explorer alive.
She has visited nearly every country
in the world and has encircled the
globe at least twice. She has tramped
over 2000 miles in the interior of Af¬
rica, has shot big game under nerve
trying conditions, and has won the
confidence of the natives by her pow¬
ers to heal their sickness.
In her first journey to East Africa,
and on the announcement of her in¬
tention to visit the province under the
rule of the cruel Sultan Mandara, the
German authorities endeavored to dis¬
suade Mrs. French Sheldon, fearing
harm would happen to her. But the
old barbarian, who had never seen a
white woman before, and who had in
vain offered 100 cows to any Arab
who would bring him a white wife in
his caravan, was too amazed to do
more than gaze at his visitor in awe
and wonder.
Even the hostile Masai, upon whose
land no white man had at that time
set foot and who were then consid
ered the terror of all Africa, allowed
her to visit their homes, took her to
thir native villages and intrusted her
with many of their state and family
secrets.
Yet these Masai warriors, a horde
of 1000, dressed in monkey skins,
with long hair streaming behind,
carrying huge hide shields and eight
foot spears, and having their faces
bedaubed with paint and clay, would
bare frightened most men out of their
wits.
Mrs. Peary, wife of the famous Arc
j tic explorer, has accompanied her
! husband in a search for the North
Pole, but a far more hazardous un
j dertaking was that of Mrs. Leonidas
Hubbard, the first white person to vis
| it an, the who Nascaupee accompanied Indians. This worn
the mission of
j exploration which cost her husband
^is IK® by starvation, tramped across
frozen I>abrador and penetrated wilds
unknov/n to white men.
Again and again her life hung on a
thread; several times she was almost
drowned on the perilous rapids but
eventually, with two companiohs only
she reached the Nascaupees, and after
a sojourn with them for several
] weeks c. safely to her New
(York <t
A REVERSION OF TYPE.
Story of the Man Who Adopted a
Boy With Unsatisfactory Results.
“Don’t talk to me about adopted
children,” said the man who adopted
one, wearily. “I think they must be
more trouble than children of your
own, I know mine have been.
“The doctor said: “There isn’t a
healthier child in the country. He
had pneumonia last winter 1 and it
closed up one lung. Never feazed
him. Getting along better now with
one lung than most youngsters do
with two.’
“Upon that recommendation we
took him along, my wife and I, and
she proceeded to spoil him so he never
was any good and never will be.
“Well, when the boy was about nine
years old, the wife went away to the
far-off country, and left the kid and
me. Then, my old friend Deams, fine
fellow then, very rich, came to me
and said: ‘Now what you want to do
with the kid is to get a long stout
rope, tie a big heavy rock to the end
of it, fasten the other end very snugly
about his throat, and throw him into
the river. He’ll never do anything
but bother the life out of you, now
that the wife isn’t here any longer to
take care of him.’
“The boy was standing around at
the time. He heard what Deams said.
Deams wasn’t so far wrong about the
the trouble boy would give me He
never gave me much of anything else.
And the money I had to spend oil
himi! We won’t speak cf that. It
was first one thing and then another
he wanted, and he generally got it,
too; partly because of the little wife,
who had been fond of him, and partly
on his own account. He was a win¬
ning kid, and tractable. He never
talked back. He was always polite
and affectionate. If I told him to do
anything he would say; ‘Very well,
Pops,’ and he smiled at me, If he
didn’t do it. I liked the kid.
“I sent him first to one college and
then to another. I tried to get him
into the navj-, but some little defect
in his teeth prevented. He grew' up
in. a sort of a way with what educa¬
tion I could get him to take, but I
never could do much for him in that
line, on account of his birth. He
didn’t take to if. He somehow or
other preferred the lower strata.
“Two winters ago w r e had apart¬
ments in a big uptown hotel. I had
found the boy a place as motorman.
It was what he liked. We couldn’t
get a maid for the life of us that
winter. It w'as a snowy winter and
bitter cold. One night the kid came
to me and said, ‘Pops, you remember
that little girl who waited on the
table at the hotel at the Sound last
summer? She’s out of a place. Shall
I tell her to come?’ ‘Don’t w'ant her
to work for little or nothing, Kid,’
I answered. ‘Tell her to come and we
will pay her well.’
“Well, the Kid brought the girl to
the house. She was a nice, quite little
thing, who made life very pleasant for
us, waiting on us and cooking our
grub. By spring she went away.
Then along in the fall Deams came
to me and said: Look here, do you
know that boy of yours is married
and there is a Kid?’
“ ‘Why, no,’ I said, ‘who is the
girl?’
‘The one who worked for you all
last winter,’ answered Deams. ‘They
were married when she went there.’
Married into his own class, the Kid
did. He couldn’t help himself. He
was born into that class and couldn't
raise himself out of it.
“Well, he said to me, by and by,
the Kid did: Pops, I hate to disgrace
you up in this fine apartment house
with my overalls. I believe I’d like
to go to a country town and live.’
So I got him a place as motorman
in a little Jersey town, and he is liv¬
ing there now with his wife and baby.
Maybe he’ll keep his job, and may¬
be he won’t. Anyway, I’ll always
have to take care of him and of his
wife and baby, too, I reckon.
“It seems sort of queer, but old
Deams is living in the same little
town. He has lost all his money and
is running a cheap hotel. The last
time I saw the Kid I said to him:
“ ‘Do you know old Deams is
run¬
ning a hotel down where you are?’
“‘You bet I do,’ he answered, ‘and
I haven’t forgotten what he told you
to do to me when I was nine years
old. Listen, Pops, I’ve tried twice to
run him down with my trolley car,
but he was too quick for me. But you
never mind, I’ll catch him yet,’ cried
the Kid. ‘I’ll catch him yet!’”—Z. A.
N., in the New York Post.
Not Dangerous.
A minister's small son had com
mitted some minor domestic crime,
and, fearing the wrath to come, had
hidden himself in the barn. A vig¬
orous search was made, but his hid¬
ing place was undiscovered, and as
the day passed on, his parents be¬
came alarmed. It was not until dark
that the small fugitive reappeared,
and by that time anxiety had over
come all other feeling in the father's
heart, so that his son’s appearance
was hailed with relief rather than
anger.
Presently, taking the small boy nil
his knee, the minister said gravely:
“It is true, my boy, that I could not
find you, but the Lord and the Evil
One both knew where you were ”
“Oh, I wasn’t worrying aboirt
them” the unrepentant youngster re¬
sponded. “They were not looking
for me with shingles in their hands!”
—American Spectator.—
The National Florence Crittenton
Mission maintained, during its last
fiscal year, fifty-nine homes in the
United States and one each in China,
Japan. France and Mexico, carims tor
8.187 girls and children.
THE SLEEP OF H 1BERNa
T '0n
Hew It Differs from
Sh ° ck That Causes
The sleep of hibernate Ds , ^ k
different If matter from th e V 8, ‘
pose. it be complete ej
can no longer be detected ^
bat when disturbed will h At »
or two, and, being i e f t
to all appearances ceases
Submerged in water 0 f *1
tiire hedgehog not higher than hi!"* 1°^
but only conti v,-Z nu
appears to suffer »
venience airtight nor harm. EncJ! 1
receptacle, his
undergoes a change so
cannot be imputed to breath ^
circulation does not cease 1
the Piration muscles diminishes the l ni Jl *
of the heart
thus, without the stimulus C f *
although continues much more slowh u* 1
to beat. i n the ab
the fresh air drawn into th lim
times of activity, e
revigorated and uncleansed
venous bicod ! '
on to fill the whole system of
tion. f ®
A profound lethargy ensues,
distinguishable from death
slight beating of the heart The
is very small. The fat aecnjJ
during the plenty of summ J
autumn supplies all expenditure
the coming of spring, when earii
later the hibernating animal y
no capital in reserve, begins tog
the pangs of hunger. In respom
the demand respiration very s y
creases. His oxidized ’blood i
more quickly and his energy»
Then the bat flies forth one?
from the hollow tree in the woJ
find the warm dusk teeming so
sect life, and the hedgehog cons
may be from the cavity under
gnarled roots below, to find ted
worms and slugs once more amaig
spring grass. Hibernation has
him from starvation; but if W s
had not been snug and wisely cla
it could not have preserved him]
death from frost.
The hiding-place also must
cret and free from intrusion,!#
hibernating animal cannot bear*
suddenly laroused. Even the!
dormouse, which comes out sleep] ail
vals to feed, when in deep
not survive too hasty an awaki
The heat of the hand gradually J
through the nest or to be carriJ
doors to the warmer temperatii
a room is well enough.
He awakes refreshed, full of J
ity, and with a disposition speed!
become tame and make friends. I
if you warm him suddenly baclii
before he had gradually bread*
torpor out of his blood anil hJ
eel an equilibrium between till
ration and muscular tremenioij irrita;>iiitj|
heart will beat at a
and in a few minutes he is fl
London Spectator.
CARE OF THE EYES.
A Few Rules Which Each K
Should Observe,
in While trying is to altogether beautify tit] hi
many ways
there are a number of rules "'ll
perseveringly regarded, will tej
greatest benefit.
The enormous increase in a|
imperfect sight can be noted oil
hand. nowadays Two out of obliged every tkj MJ
men are
glasses. Yet the women wMfl
in perfect vision go principles on their*] of]
regarding the first
culture. There are a few 8
rules w'ould which, strengthen if taught in which the naj iij
eyes act]
years cause their owners
fering. to Even pince-nez the girl will who notice is] a]
wear
improvement ing in her heart sight the by] fo#j
and taking to
simple rules: H
1. When you are reading
book gradually some distance bring from it nearfl }'<®j 1
and
you discover at what angle thij
appears the largest.
2. Always read with your
the light.
3. Hold your book in a j
position, and also when the writing slope ] ]
your paper on
4. Avoid reading in a
vehicle.
5. Directly eyes ■.
your
smart and burn, if you are Hiitfu
ing some fine needlework, pi
away. Lie back in a chait
your eyes. Lay a kandkerch$
ed in cold water on the eyes,
in this position for ten mini 1 *
6. Tired eyes may be bat bee
water with good effect. H ®
tain a little salt or foracic 3°
ailment requiring stronger tra
should be attended to by a P
—Philadelphia Record.
School “Hygiene."
The humanizing of the
school has in Neufchatel saH
point whieh may safely be
et 3 }
in advance of anything J 1 ^
in any other country. A
tricts is mentioned in
newspapers in which, in ^
schools, there is included > n ^
riculum” the gratuitous an
sory administration of cod
to all children for whom .
doctors prescribe it. Contrary J*
usual experience of Private ad®
in such a case, the public stared]
tion of the oil in school k
attended by refractor> »• •I
no
They disciplinarians 1
are
land.
There four calcium carW*
are
tories in Norway. Their e® ,1
5258 tons, valued at 3 .J
was re I
000. In 1905 the export
lj- 9000 tons.