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The Advancement of Learning in Women By Torn Maaaon. T Rl lud is Ailing up so rapidly with ladle* oC that t? MMMlWa Ignorance ft beeontag aa r i m ini 1?1% aattati oC difficulty. * W# thread oar way through groups of authoresses; fsaale scientists areas common as trees; lady poWtctaas aura not wanting; and one needs to be extremely careful in selecting i some demure and seemingly ingenuous young sslee for a tete kr'tett, that ha Is not IdtoWIdx himself incontinently in a one-sided discussion on tho categorical imperative. J la thla competition mere men hare small chances. Occasionally a pro lessor of psychology obtrudes himself Into the public gase; some fellow with a keen head for business hires an office and writes a book that runs through a down editions; a preoccupied sstronomer discovers a star; or ah ambitious statesmen (with the aid of a lady secretary), makee a speech bristling with j ewUthni. But as a rule men are dull Instruments. Their occupations giro them hut little time to think. And their condition Is rapidly beoomiag hopslsss It Is time. Indeed, that they face the matter with what courage they pos sess, for It Is one that rttally concerns them. It Is slready extremely hasardous to fall In love with a girl too hastily, when all the time she may have con cealed about her such a stock of knowledge as would make future companion ship a matter of continual reproach. And when we consider that among wonr.cn learning Is no longer confined to the homely, but has spread to the beautiful, the gravity of the crisis Is apparent For It seems to be true that Beauty and Brains are no longer distinct title*; and girls so handsome, that to keep from loving them seems a crim inal waste of time, are so hopelessly Imbued with fscts, so fiercely erudite when approached too near, as to render mere courtship almost dangerous. Girls are caught so young nowadays that, with care, there Is tltne enough, before they get to bo of age, to connect them with all the systems of education there happen to he. And when new systems of education arise, they are added on to the others without apparent discomfort. It would be extremely impolite and discourteous for mere man to suggest that the ladles have not the right to know as much as they want to. But is it not possible for them, in their companionship with him, to put him more at his ease, by laying aside their own learning and stooping to his level? When woman realizes ? as soon she must ? that the task of Instructing man, of makin* him her Intellectual equal, is really hopeless, it is highly probable that she n>ay then be willing to look at the matter In the right light; to be loved by an Inferior creature In the absenco of anything better, and thus to accept the Inevitable, with that scientific resignation which art. logic and philosophy have taught her. Tn tho meantime, let us struggle on as best we may; admitting our own Inconsequence with due humility, and hoping for that blissful time to come when wo can kiss some lovely and learned creature, over and over again. If need be. without even caring how ignorant wc really are. ? Life. Why the French Have No National Sport By Marcel Prcvoat. NTHUSIASM for sports Is hardly possible in France. No matter how hard we try to restore them in our lycecs and colleges, they take at best only a second place, and they aro obstinately looked down upon by many students, and those not the worst. The taste for debate prevails in our boarding schools and athlet icism is never a topic of discussion in our colleges. Need we complain of this? Is a generation of athletes better worth while than a generation of thinkers? No one will dare to nay so in an age when Intelligence seems the secret of victory even in contests of strength. Besides, you can't change the nature of a race by issuing ministerial cir culars. The young Frenchman is perfectly well aware that athletic prowess will never win him the triumphs he aspires to, namely, social success and the admiration of women. He learns all too soon that the distinction a man gets out of sports is directly proportional to the amount of money he spends on them. He therefore longs to own fine horses or a 100,000 franc automobile rather than to be a golf champion or a crack oarsman. Considerations of race, of tradition and of customs will prevent sports from reaching anything like the predominance in France that they have at tained among the Anglo-Saxons. They have progressed in France during the past twenty years, there is no denying that ; but if you look beneath the surface you find that nowhere among us have they become what they are almost universally In England ? the main object of life or at least an indispensable adjunct to it. For our young people they are an amusing form of sociability or even an opportunity for flirtation. For men of leisure they are a pastime, but any approach to painful effort is excluded from them, and is not this the very negation of sport? Finally, for a large number of sportsmen, and those not the least impassioned, they are a means of climbing the social ladder. Tho proof that all this is true is the fact that we no longer have a national . spor\ as In old France, and that we borrow our sports (and even their names), ? from other nations. Pity 'tis. Is the Sun Shirking ? Our Watch on Its Performance ?f Duty. By F*rofe??or Lanjjley. T HE ease with which the sun's light and heat penetrated the earth's aerial envelope diminished perceptibly at some time between November ID, and February 19, 1903. It then maintained a lower level than that of the preceding year, roue i*early to the earlier standard by January, 1904, and then decreased again. The record ends with February 11. Inasmuch as the air is credited with absorbing from one-third to two-flfths of the Holar radiation, a heightened obscuration, though not enough to bo upptirent to the ordinary observer, might well affect the welfare of plants and cuimals, and especially that of civilized man. The degree to which this supposed obstruction operated was not uniform tor all parts of the spectrum. It was about twenty per cent for the violet rays, which are believed to be particularly helpful to vegetation, and from 2.3 to 0.5 per cent in the invisible region beyond tho red rays. The second set of figures indicate that outside of the atmosphere there was a falling off in the sun's output. On March 20, 1903, u reduction of fully five per cent was detected, as compared with the average for six or eight earlier observations thut year and in October, 1H02; and by the close of April, 1903, the deficiency was fully ten per cent. The amount of radiation underwent the same variations, but remained about tho name for ten months. A perceptible Increase was recorded late last January, and on February 11, 1904, the radiation was apparently as large as ever Different Ways of Resting. By Margaret E. Sangster. I HOLD, In theory, that every woman should lie down every after noon and relax, taking an hour's interval of entire repose, not even thinking of anything that taxes her. and thus repairing -the waste places of iter life after n husv morning. This Is my theory, firmly held and warmly recommended to you. Lei me whisper, hi strict confidence, ttiat this is not a thing I ever do myaelf. To take a nap in the daytime would bo for me one of the Impossibilities, .and the mere suggestion is enougn to Keep me wiae-awaKe. My preference Is a rocking chair and footstool and a bright short story in the half-hour after tho midday meal. A neighbor of mine has always a white shawl on hand, and knits when she wants to Telax. 1 could not tell you how many white shawls this lady has made and given away, but she is so pro ficient In their manufacture that she knits like an automaton. This pastime la her sedative, and she would not forego It on any account. Certain men among my friends say that a day's fishing rests them to an extent that nothing else does, and they affirm that the rest is in the fishing, not In the catch. I think, as I am sure you do. that everybody who is bu<?y ? and moat of us women are ? must have an occasional rest. Home of us get It, if we are sociable souls, in the homes of our friends or In little excursions abroad; some of us never really rest well except in our own beds, and Wo hate to leave home even for a night. Which of us can dictate to the other? Your road to Arcady and mine may lead across different rivers, und through diverse valleys. It does not matter much. If we reach our goal, by what route we make the Journey. ? Woman's Home Companion. Called the Weeping Tree. In the Canary Islands In a weeping tree, so called because it drops team. It In of the laurel variety, and fre quently rains dowi In the early morn ing a copious shower of tears or wa ter drops from Its tufted foliage. This water sometimes collects at the foot of the tree and forms a kind of a pond, from whl<h the Inhabit ants supply themselves with a drink able beverage that is frosh and pure. The water comes out of the tree It Belf, through Innumeranle little pmvfi situated at the margins of th? leaves. Odd* and Er.da. Only two obstacles are met, say Oer nian papers. In the employment of blR sailing vessels; first, It Is hard to se cure assurance of n sufficient cargo, nnd second, It Is difficult to secure a crew of (mfflclent skill. Those Obstacles are Important, because sailing vessob iii order to be able to compete with steam must bo much larger than here tofore. An arbitration treaty with France jras signed at Washington. Current Comment. ? Mr. Paul 1). M<Qniston ban petit loned the Mexican Government for the exclu sive right to manufacture an article In pulverized form that, when mixed with tcld water only. possesses not only all the advantages* of an oil paint, but la even superior to oil colors in a tropical climate. The dry color* are to bo man ufactured in all desirable shades. There are too many men talking about Christian work who think they arc too big for the Almighty to handle. ni55 viNtfj w/rr. DOILA KUSIBLI^ s EMNG Is Wllwlm all the world or?r, mj dear Het ty.** remarked Miss Vina Stone, drawiof on her Stores and tjlac her fttrs urouml a rtry skinny throat. MI am ?Imply wiitlag my breath In try las to convince yon that your husband la deceiving yon. Wrap yourself up well and come over to my room, and see and Judge lor yourself.** ? Pretty Mrs. Thorpe sat before s bright wood Are which she had kindled with her own handa upon the open hearth, to welcome her husband in question. He liked to sit by her side, as she sewed during the cold evening, snd trace out pictured fanclea In the burning coals. At such times he was very silent. The happy wife had heretofore sup posed that be was thinking of her. But, If Miss Vina Is to be believed, his thoughts bad lately been busy with a mysterious woman, who bad sudden ly Intruded upon their dream of bliss, coming no one knew whence, and go ing? ab. who couia say how or when she was to depart? "It is so terrible! So utterly unex pected T' she said, bursting into tears. "Not to me.*' said Miss Vina, vicious ly. "Charles Thorpe was not too steady before you married him. I warned you then." "You said he would be tired of me In one month, and we have been married live, and he Is fonder of me than ever," wept Hetty. "Don't talk In that foolish way. child," said Miss Vina scornfully. "The men arc a bad lot, take them through and through. My way is the only sen sible way to deal with them. Watch them constantly. Show them that you know a part of the mischief they are up to, and they will give you credit for knowing the wbole, and will be afraid to carry It through. I could ahow you such a nice way to get at "?he bottom of this business, if you will only be guided by ine." "That will depend on what I see at your room this evening." said Hetty, turning very pale. "If you are right, there is nothing that I should not be capable of doing, I fear." Poor Hetty! She listened to the tempter and turned her back upon her little domestic Kden, hurrying out through the cold December night to search for proofs of her husband's treachery, although, to do her justice, with a most unwilling heart. Miss Villa's room was a bare and very cheerless apartment, up three flights of stairs in a second-class boarding house in Boston. The house stood in a side street, but from Its end windows could be obtained a glimpse of Washington street, and to her own particular end window Miss Vina es corted her visitor with glances of pro found meaning. "You owned to me. Hetty, that your husband had been home late from the office every eveuing for a week past. Well, ray dear, every evening for a week past, at Just about this time, I have seen him go up the steps of that old-fashioned brick house that you see nearly opposite. And such a pretty woman? goodness, there he is! Ix>ok and jiulge for yourself if everything is as it ought to be!" With a beating, aching heart the young wife leaued forward, only to see "her own Charley" step aside from tiie crowd of business men who were hurrying up Washington street on their way toward home. She saw him run up the steps of the ancient nrick house, anil knock at its door like one who had the right of entrance. She saw that door opened by n beautiful golden haired woman, who greeted Charley with such a tender smile! They passeil Into the dimly lighted parlor, and the blended shadows of the transparent blind betrayed n tall, man ly figure bending down to meet a pair of uplifted lips! "There!" exclaimed Miss Vina, a* if the world were coming to an end that very minute. It had ended ff or Hetly! "Seeing wan believing," as' Miss Vina said, and faith, love, home and happiness had passed away forever? as she thought ? with that shadow of a kiss! "Oh. Charley, Charley, I wish that I could die this moment!" she wailed, as she sank down in a heap on Miss Vi lla's hemp-carpeted floor. ? *????? When Charles Thorpe entered his house at a quarter .to eight that same evening ho seemed to be greatly trou bled and perplexed. lie had taken several turns around the well lighted and well warmed sit ting room before it occurred to him that Hetty did not run to meet him with a kiss, as usual, as soon as his latchkey .sounded in the door. "Good little darling!" he murmured. "In the kitchen, no doubt, getting up some tempting dish for supper on this cold night. It Isn't right to keep this thing from her any longer. It will be a* safe with her as with me. I'll tell hor ihe whole story this evening; and ff I know anything of her kind heart, she will have Anna ready to meet me here in my own home at this time to morrow evening, and all the poor girl's fears will then be al rest." On going toward t lie door to call Ids wife. Charley saw. with some surprise, a letler lying on, the centre table, di rected to him In Hetty's handwriting. lie opened It. and, with increasing wonder, road as follows: "Posit Charley? 1 have been called home suddenly for a few days. I leave you the best servant 1 could And at so short a notice. She seems to bo clean ly and civil, and promises to take good care of the house. She Is deaf and has an Impediment in her speech, but she understands signs readily. In haste, "HETTY," "Cone home! What for, I wonder? Fho doesn't say. Hadn't time, prob ably. And left me with a deaf and dumb servant! Understands signs readily, does she? Then sotne one else must make them to her. I'll be shot if I will!" Master Charley stood for a few mo ments Id utter perplexity, frowning at the letter aai ftflliif kU mustache. Finally he left the house. The deaf ani dumb servsnt In the kitchen heard him slam the door loud ly. and shook her head, sighing deeply. He had give* bar no order* about tea, and she was In a quandary. 8houkl she go up Into the parlor and la? the cloth? Or should she keep In the solitude of her basement kitchen until the master returned and made known his pleas ure? Before she had debated the question long with herself, the latchkey turned agala In the loHL He was coming back. But this time he was not alone. A woman's voice sounded In the hsll. The soft rustle of a womsn's dress passed by the kitchen stslrcase, where the new servant was listening, and then the parlor bell rang. The deaf and dnmb woman cangbt up the tray of dishes that stood ready on n side table and went upstairs. Mr. Thorpe, glancing up at his new servaut. saw' a middle-aged woman, bent and stooping, whose thin, sad face, deeply wrinkled, was half hid den by a widow's cap and spectacles, and some narrow bands of black hair, well sprinkled with gray. "Poor soul! She looks as if she had seen a world of trouble," he thought, and then dismissed her from his mind. In Hetty's own armchair, before the Are. sot another widow, young, lovely and fascinating to a degree. On her the eyes of the master rested more complacently, and .with good reason. Few men could have resisted the charm of those deep blue eyes and golden locks, and that wild rose com plexion. that contrasted so strangely with the heavy widow's cap she wore. The deaf and dumb servant waited deftly enough during supper, and was, of course, no restraint upon the conver sation. After the table had been cleared fiway the piano was opened. For more than an hour a bird-like soprano war bled Charley's favorite songs, and Charley listened as happily as If there had been no absent Hetty in the world. "Hark! Some one Is sobbing and cry ing near the door," said the fair widow suddenly, as she finished a Scotch air that Hetty loved. "Ob, Charles, if I have been watched and perhaps fol lowed to tills house, what shall we do?" Her trembling hands fell with a crash upon the keys. The crimson died away from her lips and cheeks, and she clung to him, unnerved by somo sud den thought of terror. "It is nothing bnt your fancy. An na." sa id Charley, freeing himself and opening the door. But even he was thoroughly startled when he saw the new servant crouch ing on the first step of the staircase, near the parlor, with- her head burled in her clapped hands, and rocking to and fro in a paroxysm of grief or pain. "Are you Ul?" ho asked loudly, lay ing his hand upon her shoulder. Absorbed In her own sufferings she had not heard the opening door. As Charley touched her she screamed out and lifting her head, showed a face streaming with tears. "Are yon ill?" asked Charley again. "Can we do nnything for you?" Hhe looked from him to the graceful, shrinking figure in the doorway. Then she ros<\ pointing to her mouth and clieek, and making a strange moaning kind of ::o!se. as she took the lamp she had left on the liail table hnd hobbled down to her basement room. "A sudden attack of toothache or neuralgia In the face, an near as I can make orit lier meaning," said Char ley. "Why, Anna, how pale youxare!" "That wojorn frightens me. There In something Very strange about her. Do aend her away, dear Charley." pleaded the pretty widow, laying her hand upon his arm. Her shadow, as she stood beside him at the open door, was projected on the wall opposite the kitchen stairs. If she could have seen the gleaming eyes that watched it; if she could have caught one glimpse of the dumb wo man's face as she stood listening 011 that staircase, she might well have felt alarm. "Won't you send her away, Char ley?" the soft voice pleaded. "What! before Hetty comes back?" replied Chnrlvy, who was now search ing the pocke :* of his overcoat, which hung on the wall, for a cigar. "Oh, yes! This very night, Charley! She gave ine such a look lust now. I am certain she is toot quite right In her tnlnd, dear. I shall not be able to close my ey< s this night If Hint dread ful woman s?ays in the house!" "Don't be foolish, little one! Do you think I wouM lot harm come uear you In this hou^o?" said Charley, finding his cigar at last and lighting it. "The woman is II!, allllcted, and unhappy. I am sure yo:i won't ask me to send her away 011 such a bleak and stormy night as this is, when you think of it qnletly, my dear sister." The parlor door dosed. The dutcb woman sank down upon her knera on the dork kitchen stair case. "His sMer!" she gasped. "Oh. why didn't 1 1 ' 'nk of that? I see It all now ?and w'"?t a wicked, wicked wretch I have 1 'Hi" ? An l.o, later the beautiful widow was safe In her own room, sleeping without unpleasant visions of any kind: and Charley was bending over the dying coals of the parlor Are, nurs ing the fag end of his last cigar, while he pondered over the different events of the evening. "Oh. dear! f wish the little woman were here, for I'm fnlrly lost without her," he sighed, as he rose from his chair to prepnre for bed. "She Is here. Charley," said a low voice behind lilin. "Why. how on earth did you get In, dear?" ho asked. "I locked the doors myself." "Oh, Charley, you will h&te me and despise me. when you know," she sobbed, eluding his proffered embrace. 2 ? f* ?w" ? **?*" i?t toon, tal thM ' to*wL22?T*!!ti,ta? u,to ? b#?* J^jJX MM. Mte> Vto?*?*S me of a way in which I could find oat V What U ?? "??nt. And. I ?ho mo and painted my face. and I was the dumb woman! And I saw you bring that udy het*. ?nd I heard her sing my *?*? to you. and I sat outside on the ?wir?. ?7la* and praying that I could I fop I thought it was Ida ltusaell. who was your first lore, you know. Charley, and who la a widow now** namij RnMeI1!" CT,#d Charley, mdlg "I know! I know!" said Hetty. Inter rupting him. -But I did not know then ""J V ?#t 1 beo^m? angry. Charley. ' and half demented, and I had such dreadful thoughts about her that I was afraid. Then I heard you call her sister, and I remembered Anna at once. I put off my disguise, and washed off the paint, and waited till she had gone to bed to come and ask you to forgive me. But I*n afraid you never can." It was Impossible trf cherish any feel ing of reseutmeut. with the linage of the weeping figure on the stairs so froRli In ])|n memory. "Poor child! What an evening yon must have passed, thanks to that med dling olil maid." he said, kindly. "But she was right in one thing. Hetty. It Is Just one week since poor Anna came to Boston, and I have visited her every evening since. I wished to tell you of her arrival at the first. But the poor girl has a morbid dread of being dis covered. Her husband is a drunkard now. and very nearly a lunatic. If uot entirely so, and she has fled to me for a refuge and a protection till n divorce can be obtained. She trembles at a Rhadow, and her nerves are all un strung. You will pardon her for fear- ! Ing that you niight not keep her secret, after you have heard her story from her own Hps. Such a lovely creature as she was, and It! It seems hard that her life should be so wrecked; and vet she is only Justly punished. She might have been as happy as we, Hetty, if she had not chosen to marry for money and last a true' love and a noble man aside. Poor girl! You will moke her welcome for my sake. Hetty, and you w HI soon love lier for her own. She shall never return to her husband. In his jealous, drunken fury her life is not safe." "Oh, I will do everything In mv pow er to make her happy." said Ilettv whose kind heart was touched, as lie had Intended it to be. by the sad story of the beautiful Anna. "But Miss Vina must not know anything about her. if she is to be safe from her husband un der our roof." "End that acquaintance now. mv love/' said Charlej-. "This will be aii excellent excuse." Hetty hesitated. "And we will bury the history of the dumb servant In oblivion," he added. Anna need never know." 'Dear Charley, liow good of you! I never doubt you again ? never'" said Hetty, gratefully. * "er "P8 were ?ery near his own as she whispered the promise. They signed and sealed the covenant, those rosy, smiling lips. ,n a manner decided y satisfactory to the receiver of the kiss, but In point blank opposition to the wise Miss VIna's "wav."-Xew \ork Weekly. SCIENCE JAHJCS A Western Arm is now manufactur ing a new liquid fuel for gasoline au tomobiles, anil it 1m Haiti to propel a machine nearly as far a sain as a like quantity of gasoline. One of the reeent Interesting food discoveries is that the growth and fat tening of oysters niny he promoted by supplying with coin in ere it1. 1 fertilizers the minute diatoms on which the bi valves thrive. This discovery is due to Dr. II. F. Moore of the United gluten Bureau of Fisheries. An electric third rail system that Is claimed to be safe and trustworthy has been invented by a Chicago man. By means of his device, in which the third roll Is Inverted and practically hidden from view, the inventor de clares It Impossible for persons or ani mals to comc In contact .with the charged rail. The Japaneses excel in the making of paper from the bark of trees ami shrubs. Among the remarkable vari eties, D. (J. Fnlrclilld mentions the thin rain-proof paper, used instead of glass for windows, the oiled paper?, serving for coverings and clothing, and the oiled tissue for wrapping delicate arti cles. The bark paper, employed for meal and grain sacks, is not readily penetrated by weevils nnd other in sects. Most interesting of all. perhans, ere the leather papers, from which to bacco pouches and pipe cases are made, these papers being almost as tough as French kid, translucent, and as soft and pliable as calfskin. Weather forecasters in the British Isles have worked at disadvantage. The disturbances largely approach from the west and southwest, and In those directions the Atluutic has kept the observing stations too far away for effective reports. The aid of wireless telegraphy is now being Invoked. Ef forts of the Meteorological' Council to make arrangements with Lloyd's have failed, but private enterprise has now stepped in and the approach of future storms Is to bo signalled from ships crossing the ocean. It is expected that in winter, when the western coasts of Kurope are often swept by severe gales, the warnings will be of ?",?,ut value. The Pere Marquette has fitted up h'nch counters running the length of baggage ears for the accommodation of excursion crowds out of Chlcugo, THE HOIX7-TBEB WIGHT. ~ There ?u ? little goblin nr Who* home waa in a holly-tree; He laughed and caroled night and day. And made that tree a jolly tree. The urchin never went to bed. But when he wished to doze a bit j| He aet his lieela above his head And let his eyelids close a bit. 111k food waa berries, nuts and seeds; ~ His tablecloth was made o' eras*; And (or his drink he sipped the bead* Ot night-dew from a blade o' grass. This merry wight began to tin ive Kit* Hock* began to go ut al!; Bui whether he is yet alive I really do not know at all. ?llcnry Johnstone, in St. Nicholas. A BARREL SWING. This picture will allow you liow to make a barrel swine. They are novel aurt comfortable. aiul look very quaint hanging from the porch of a country bouse. All you have to do Is to saw away a part of the barrel, as tlie picture shows, and screw four stout screw eyes Into the four sides of the barrel. THE PAKREI, SWIXrt COMrtCTG. To those arc fastened ropes, which meet above in an iron ring -which comes just above the h*nd of the per son sitting in the swing. The barrelhead is fitted into t lie bot tom half as a seat and may be covered with cushions or left bare. V BREAKING THE PONY. Olua had a inind of her own anil was sometimes? well, maybe bad. She was bright and pretty and agreeable enough, too, when she wanted to be. Olna was a puny, a little round Shet land pony with a brushy mane and a broomy tail. When she was a tiny eo!t they tool; her away from her pony mamma to live in a little villaee where there were giant horses, bigger than any ponies she had ever seen. Ilere a tall man bought her and led her home to his 'Utile girl. And what do you think that, little girl did? She cried the very first night because she couldn't take the baby pony to bed with her. So the pony and the little girl came to love each other dearly. Olna learned to eat cake and cookies and sugar out of Isabel's linger", and was always careful mil to set her white teeth into the dimpled lingers. IJest of all, Olua loved to be fed apples, and whenever she smelled one she began a quiet search for the place where it was hidden. Many a game ot' apple -hide-and-seek Isabel played with her pony. The pony was so much like a big <"og that Isabel was not at all afraid of her and often sat on the pony's buck, where with her arms tight ar?mfil pina's neck, she would ride all over the yard. Sometimes the pony would gallop a little, but Isabel held or. One day Isabel heard her papa say that to-morrow a man was coming out to ''break" Olua. Now, Isabel some times broke her dollies. Her dollies had to be nursed for days after they were broken, and the sawt'ust blood was likely to run all over the tloor. too. So Isabel knew that It hurt to be broken. Isabel said nothing to fnther and mother, but she went to bed llint night very early that she might waken ear lier in the morning. For she was go ing to take bet pony and ride her aw??y into the country where the "breaker man" could not find her. The still was shining when Isabel wakened. Father and mother were eating breakfast; she could hear them from her room. Softly she slipped out of bed and hastily she put on her clothes. "I got to put my dress on hind side fore," she whispered to her self. She was not big enough to but ton it up tile back. She was only five years old. When the buttons were all carefully fastened she tiptoed out of t lie hou?c to search for Olna, She opened the door of the little sta ble where Olna slept and called her. "Olna. Olna. come. Olna. come, Olna!" She was very fjniet. Olna put out her nose to he petted and smelled for something to eat. "I get a hippie for loo," cooed Isa bel. and In a moment back she enine. the hem of her dress gathered up In front and bulging with apples. "I don't want Olna to bo blnkeil." And Olna, with her nose brushing the dressful of apples, followed like u dog across the lawn and out of the gate. So far no one hml seen tliein. "Loo havo loor bleakfast when we get gone," promised Isabel standing on tiptoe to open the gate. And Olna nodded vigorously as they both pushed through. It Is hard work for a little girl with a dress full of apples to climb on to a pony's back, but after repented at tempts, and one big spilling of apples. Isabel managed to get herself seated I ?stride the pony's back. . "Now, loo run, Olna," advised Isabel softly in Olua's ear. "Loo rati, e!M tbfj blako loo.** But Olna didn't understand, or rise she wasn't afraid, for she wouldn't budge, but stood witb ber bead turned round as fnr as she could reacb suit fine at tbe apples iu Isabel's dress. ? "Loo. naughty!" scolded Isabel. "Naughty. naughty!" But she slipped to tbe ground and coaxed tbe i?ony along a step or two at a time by run ning alicad of ber and holding out an apple now and then. The little girl'* legs began to got tired, but she dared not stop yet. Slip had left her own street and was following another which pretty soon led out in to the country road. But by and by the apples were all gone and Olna insisted upon stop ping every few feet to eat the grass along the roadside. "If I climb on lour back, wii' loo run now*-" pleaded Isabel, lser little pink nose close to OIna's brown one. Olna sniffed over the h:tt Utile facc and the tipple stained lingers and snort ed over so gently. "That is a promise." thought Isabel, and led tlin pony to the fence, where she could mount. Then she patted Olna and lay her cheek down on the soft neck, and when the pony felt the little girl's lingers shut tightly into her shaggy mane, she threw up her head and began to run. Isabel, tired and hungry as she was. laughed and hung on tight as the pony frisked and bobbed. She had neve- ridden so fast, for iu the yard there was only a little space to play in. Nor had the little glri ever been so hungry. But above the fun of riding and the pang of hun ger came the thought that the faster the pony ran the sooner she would get away from the "breaker man." "I.00 get away! I.oo get away!" she cried excitedly, and wrapped her :irm? around the pony's neck and hung on tighter. i By and by I lie.v came to a village. Some small hoys ran out to stop the pony, but Olna dodged tliem gleefully. And then, after another run. she slopped short, with her brown nose close against a gate. And where do you suppose she had brought Utile Isabel? Itight back home; and there were father and moth er rushing down to open the gate. Then in terror she cried to her pony: "Oh. Olna, Olna, now you be blakcd. Ion he blaked!" ? It was a sad, sobbing, dusty, apple* stained little Isabel that mother lified from the pony's back. Mother cried a little, too. When father found out why his lit tle girl walked away out into the coun try, coaxing Olna with apples, he took his baby on his lap and explained to her that to "break" the pony meant to teach her to draw a little buggy, so that Isabel could drive her as well as ride her. When Isabel slopped crying and Ol na came up to her and nibbled ai the buttons which were "hind sid?*" fore. "I.oo naughty." Hashed Isabel, laugh ing a little. Then mother carried ilie little girl into the house, where she was clcancd up for breakfast, and tu na stood at the door, patiently waiting for her little playmate to conn* Cynthia (Jrey, in Atlanta Journaf! Nuorem? of h M ; v CaM'}i?i?n. A St ri kins example of the elli<\icy <?f exterminating mosquitoes to prevent disease is to bo fuuiul in tln? rase ml' tin* yellow fever epidemic at l.nndo. 'JVxjis, last fall. This oily it .-ituaicit on the Itio Cramlc, with one pari in Mexico ami the other on the Aineri cfln ?id<> of the boundary. The out break of yellow fever in September was soon brought to the attention of the 1'nited Stales < bivcrnmciit. ami its medical olilcers iinmcdiatrly addrcsM-tl themselves to the problem, supervising all medical work on the Tcxa- > i>!?- of the river. The patients afllictcd ?viil? yellow fever were carefully screened, and a relentless search was m.sdo for tin* mosquitoes, all infected premise* belli# disinfected, so i:s to kill the in sects, and water pools and other pos sible breeding places covered with oil. The result was thai on the Texas >hle of the river only ten per cent, of ilio inhabitants differed with tile disease, while on the Mexican side of the city fifty per cent, were aillicted. So ihor ottghly was the work done in the American par' of the city Unit in No vember 110 traces of the mo quitoe* could b-* seen. As mosquitoes are re sponsible for the transmission <??* dis eases other than yellow fever, such a record should be encouraging to stamp out the pest during the present season. ?Harper's Weekly. Not So (Ireen He I.ookrd. The spectacle of n typical youth from the rural districts complacently sprawled out on the marble stairs be side County Judge Sutherland's door, on the second floor of the Courthouse, this morning, happily counting over a large mound of crisp bank notes, at tracted considerable attention. Several lawyers eyed him hungrily, but in r? ? ply to many queries he briefly ex plained that he had Just .-'old several loads of produce and wanted a safe place to count his money. He also re marked something about having "seen 11 thing or two" and not being *<? "green as he ?.as painted," all lending to Impress the bystanders that he bad acquired wisdom without passing through the gold brick alage. Itochc* ter l'ost-Kxpress. , Train In* Turkey* to Hut. Dr. fJ. W. Field, of the biological farm in Sharon. Mas-., instructs bi< young turkeys to llud ami cat caterp I lars and in tills way gets lid of tin? pests. Ho takes a turkey chick uml' i' his arm and, passing along the young cabbage plants, shows the caterpillar to the bird, and the former sees li.rf finish. The young chicks are apt pupils and 800U can g<j it alouu.