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The Million D By HAROLD Illustrated from Scenes I Same Name by the Tha\ II (Copyright, 1914, bj IS CHAPTER XX. Braine Tries Another Weapon. "What I want now," said Braine, as he paced the living room of the apartment of the countess, "is re venge. I've been checkmated enough, Olga; they're playing with us." "That is nothing new," she replied, shrugging. "At the beginning I warned you. I never liked this affair after the first two or three ifailures. But you would have your way. . You wanted revenge at thftt early date; but I cannot see that you've gone for ward. Has it ever occurred to you that the organization may be getting tired, too? They depend solely upon your invention, and each time your invention has resulted in touching nothing but zero." "Thanks!" "O. I'm not chiding you. I've failed, too." "Are you turning against me?" he demanded bitterly. "Do my actions point that way?" she countered. "No. But the more I view what has passed, the more dis heartened I grow. It has been a series of blind alleys, and all we have suc ceeded In doing i3 knocking our heads. I can see now that all our failures are aue to one misiaite. "And what the devil is that?" he asked, irritably. "We were inx too much of a hurry at the beginning. Hargreave prepared himself for quick action on your part." "And if I had not acted quickly he would have started successfully on one of his world tours again, and that would have been the last of him, and we should never have learned of the gfal's existence. So there's your argu ment." "Perhaps you are right. But for all that we have not played the game with any degree of finesse." "Bah!" Braine lit a cigarette and smoked nervously. "I can't even get rid of that meddling reporter. He has been as much to blame for our fail ures as either Jones or Hargreave. I admit that in his case I judged hastily. I believed him to be just an ordinary newspaper man, and he was clever enough to lull my suspicions. But I'm going to get him, Olga. even if I have to resort to ordinary gun man tricks. If there's any final reck oning, by the Lord Harry, he shan't get a chance in the witness stand." "And I begin to think that that lit tle chit of a girl has been hoodwink ing All alnnp Rv the wav. did you find out what that letter said?" she asked after a pause. < . "Letter? What letter?" She sprang from her chair. "Do you mean to say that they have not told you about that?" Olga became great ly excited. "Explain," he said. "Why, I was at the garden day be fore yesterday, and a man approached and asked if I was Miss Hargreave. Becoming at once suspicious that something very important was about to happen, I signified that I was Miss Hargreave. The man slipped a paper into my hand and hurried oft. I took a quick glance at it and was dum founded to find it utterly blank of writing. At first I thought some joke had been played on me, then I chanced to remember the invisible ink letters you always wrote me. Under standing that you were to visit the cave in the morning, I had one man at the garden take the note. And you never got it!" "Some one shall pay for this care lessness. I'll call'up Vroon and Jack son at once. Wait jUst a moment." He went to the telephone. A low muttering conversation took place. Olga could hear little or none of it. When Braine put the receiver back on the hook his face was not pleas ant to see. "That girl!" "What now?" "It seems she had been out horse back riding that morning. She had seen one of the boys cross the field and suddenly disappear; and she was curious to learn what had become of hiti With her usual luck she stum bled on the method of opening the door of the cave and went in. She must have been nosing about. She didn't have much time, though, as the boys came up to await me. Evidently she crawled into that old chest and in some inexplicable manner purloined the letter from Jackson's pocket. They left to reconnoiter; and it was then that Jackson discovered his loss. When Florence heard them returning elm -inmncri intn thp well. And lived through that tunnel! The devil Is in it!" "Or out of it, since we consider him our friend." "And I had her in my hands, note and all!" "But with all that water there will not be any writing left on the letter." "Invisible ink is generally indelible and impervious to the action of wat er; at least the kind V use is. I'd give a thousand for a sight of that letter." "And it might be worth a million," Olga suggested. WHEN FLIES PLAY POSSUM Explaining Why the Campaign for Their Extermination Should Be . gin at Once. It is not only in the summer that the enemy of the fly should be busy, according to a bulletin issued by the committee on pollution and sewerage of the Merchants' Association of New York, but in the winter as well. "Kill the winter flies," is the burden at the committee's appeal, and it de MAC GRATH n trie Photo Drama of the nhouser Film Company r Harold MacGrath) "Not the least doubt of it in my mind. Olga, old girl, it does look as if my star was growing dim. We'll never get our hands on that million. I feel it in my bones. So let's settle down to a campaign of revenge, without any furbelows. I warn to twist Har greave's heart before the game winds up." "You wish really to injure her?" i uu not wisu iu injure uci. tm from it." he replied, smiling evilly. "You want her . . . dead?" whispered Olga, paling. "Exactly. I want her .dead. And so if all my efforts here come to noth ing, so shall Hargreave's. His \ mil lions will become waste paper to him. That's revenge. The Persian peach method." "Poison? You shall not! You shall not kill her!" vehemently. "Tender hearted?" "No. If I must in the end go to prison, so be it; but I refuse to die in the chair." "Very well, then. We shan't kill her, but we'll make her wish she was dead. I was only trying to see how far you would go. The basket of peaches is in the hallway. Every peach is poisoned. No man in the country knows more about subtle poi sons than I do. Have I not written books on the subject?" ironically. "And they will trace it back to you in a straight line," she warned. "I will not have it!" "I can go elsewhere," he replied coldly. "You would leave me?" "The moment you cross my will," emphatically. It became her turn to pace. Tom between her love of the man and che danger which stared her in the face, He Went to the Telephone. she was for the time being distracted. All the time he watched her with molovrvlont mirinairv knowing that 111 the end she would concur with his evil plans. "Very well," she said filially. "But listen; we shall be found out. Never doubt that Your revenge will cost us both our lives. I feel it." "Bah! The law will have no hand in my end. I always carry a pellet; and that ring of yours would suffice a regiment. She will not die. She will merely become a kind of paralytic; the kind that can move a little but not enough; always wheeled about in a chair. I'll bring in the peaches; rosy and downy. One bite, after a given time, will do the trick. If they suspect and throw them out we have lost nothing but the peaches. A trusted messenger will carry them to the Hargreave house. And then we'll sit down and wait." Meantime, in the library of the Har greave house, Florence and Jim were puzzling over the blank sheet of pa per. "I'll wager," said Jim, "the water washed all the writing away. The fire does *not seem to do any good, j We'll turn it over to Jones. Jones'll I find a way to solve it. Trust him." "What are you two chattering about?" asked Susan, who was arrang ing some flowers on the table. "Secrets," said Jim, smiling. "Humph!" Susan puttered about for a few min utes longer, then crossed to the recep tion room, intending to go upstairs. At that moment the maid was ad mitting a messenger with a basket of fruit. "For Miss Hargreave," said he. He gave the basket to the maid, touched his cap awkwardly, and swung on his heel, closing the dobr behind him. He was in a hurry to deliver another message. "O, what lovely fruit!" cried Susan, pausing. "I'm going to steal one," clares that now is the time to begin next summer's campaign, says the New York Evening Post. "Most of last season's flies, having completed their life cycle, are dead," the bulletin reads, "but those hatched late have left their eggs in a favorable place for incubation in the early spring, and these eggs will survive the winter unless disposed of. They will hatch out during the winter in an even temperature. "These winter flies Witt-become Una. progenitors of net^t summer's count she laughed. She selected a peach and began eating it on the way up to her room. The maid pasped on into the library. "What'8 this?" inquired Florence, as the maid held out the basket. She selected a peach and was about to set her white teeth into it when Jim in terposed. "Wait a moment, dear." Florence lowered the peach. Jim turned to the maid. "Who sent it?" "I don't know, sir. A messenger brought it, saying it was for Miss Hargreave." "Let me see if there is a card." But Jim searched in vain f6r the card of the donor. At once all his suspi cions arose. "Don't touch them. Bet ter let the mr.id throw them out. I Fruit from unknown persons might not be the healthiest thing in the world." "What do you think?" "That in all probability they are poi soned. But there's no need trying to prove my theury right or wrong. Ask Jones. He'll tell you to throw them away." "Horrible!" Florence shuddered. "But thev do not want to Doison me. I'm too valuable. They want me alive." "Who can say?" returned Jim gloomily. "They may have learned that they cannot beat us, no matter what card they turn up. I may be wrong, but take my advice and throw them away. . . . Good Lord, what's that?" startled. "Some one cried!" "O, Miss Florence!" exclaimed the maid, terror stricken as she recalled Susan's act. "Miss Susan took a peach from the basket and was eating it on the way to her room!" "Good heavens!" gasped Jim. "I was right. The fruit was poisoned." Hm It ao si cnmiorh trt CDTlH fnr ft specialist he knew. The specialist ar rived about twenty minutes after Sus an's first cry. To his keen eye it looked like a certain poison which had for its basis the venom of the cobra. "Will she live?" "O, yes. But she'll be a wreck for some months. Send her to the hos pital where I can visit her frequently. And I'll take that peach along for analysis. No police affair?" "No. We dare not call them in," said Jim. "That's your affair. I'll send down the ambulance. Koep her quiet. She'll have a species of paralysis; but that'll work off vunder the treatment. A strange business." "So it is," agreed Jim grimly. Florence knelt beside her friend's bed and cried softly. "You called me just in time. An hour later, nothing would have saved her. She would have been paralyzed /or life." Jim accompanied the doctor to the door and went in search of Jones. He found the taciturn butler eying the fruit basket, his face gray and drawn, though his eyes blazed with fury. "Po?son!"' "A pretty bad poison, too," said Jim. "We can't do anything. We've just got to sit still. But in the end we'll get them: That she devil . . "No, my friend; that he devil. The woman is mad over him and would commit any crime at his bidding. But this is his work. We want him. He nrU^Aiif /tAtiro era tn aonH this TTCWU b ITUUVUt VVUiUQU WW wvuu fruit, knowing that I would instantly suspect the sender. Yet, I have no definite proof. I could not hold him in court in law. He will have bought the fruit piece by piece, the basket in a basket shop. He will have injected the poison himself when alone. Poor Susan! That messenger was without doubt some one over whom he holds the threat of the death chair. , That's the way he works." Jim tramped the room while Jones carried the fruit to the kitchen. The butler returned after a while. "What about that blank sheet of pa per?" "It has to be dipped into a solution i after that you can read it by heating. I have already dipped it into the solu tion. The moment the heat leaves the sheet the writing disappears again. The ink is waterproof. I'll show you." Jones got a candle from the mantle, lit it, and held the sheet of paper very close to the flame. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, letters began to form on the blank sheet. At length the mes sage was complete. "Dear Hargreave?The Russian min ister of police is at the Blank hotel under the nam^ of Henri Servan. He is investigating the work of the Black Hundred in this country and can free you from their vengeance if you sup ply the evidence needed." "Now, what evidence can he want?" asked Jim. "Such as will prove Braine an unde sirable citizen." And then. "Quietly pack him off to Russia, where he Is badly wanted." "Who sent this message?" "One of our mysterious friends. We have a few, as you already know. But I'll go and make this man Servan a visit. I have seen the real minister, and if this man is the same one, some thing of importance may turn up. I shall want you somewhere about. Here, I'll let you have this letter. Re member, heat brings It out and cold air makes it vanish. Now I'll go up for a moment to see how that poor girl is getting along. We are lucky; there's 110 gainsaying that." "You're a clever man, Jones," said Jim. Jones turned upon him, his face grave. The two men looked steadily into each other's eyes. Jones was first to turn aside his glance, as he had something to conceal and Jim had nothing. When the ambulance took the tor. less billions. At the first approach of cold weather the flies seek w.irmth and protection in houses and stables. From cellar to garret they hide in nooks and corners. Keep them out. If any succeed in getting in, kill them. "Don't trust the cold to kill them. Don't assume that they are dead when you find them lying on floors oi* win dow sills in unused rooms. They are 'playing possum' and will revive when rises. tured Susan a^ p.y, Jones addressed Florence gravel ". "I am going cut and so Is Mr. Nor ton. Do not leave the house; not even if you have a telephone call frt>n> me or Norton. Both of us will return; so don't let anything bother or con fuse you.", "I promise," said Florence, strug gling with a sob. Jones went downstairs again, paused by r." window as if cogitating, and sud denly threw it up and looked abroad. A rustle among the lilacs caused a smile to flit across his face. So they had sent some one to learn the effect of the poison? Or to follow him should he leave the house? He re tired to the kitchen and gave some explicit orders to the chef, orders which did not in any way refer to Letters Began to' Form on the Blank Sheet. cooking. Then Jones and the reporter left the house, each quite aware that they were being followed. Near the Blank hotel they separated in order to confuse the stalker. He might dod der and follow the wrong man. But it was evident that this time he had been directed to follow Jones; for he entered the hotel a minute after .Tones. Moonflmo a coonnd nnv whom JonSS had not seen, had observed the trans fer of the invisible writing and had immediately informed Braine, who was not far away. That his poisoned fruit had stricken down an outsider troubled him none at all. But that mysteri is message he meant to have; it migh be a life and death affair, it might be a clue to the treasure, 6r the whereabouts of Hargreave. Thus, while only one man followed Jones, several kept a far eye on Jim. Jones scribbled his name on a blank card and had it taken to the Russian's room. The page^eyed that card curi ously. It was different from anything he had ever seen before. In one cor ner were written three or four words which resembled a cross between He brew and Greek. "Humph!"' muttered the boy. "Whadda y' know about that? Chick en scratches; but I guess the bell rings Roosian. On your way, Hor tense," ha cried to the hall maid, who wanted a look at the card. "Up t' th* room, sir. He'll see yuh!" The boy kept the silver salver extended ex pectantly, but Jones went past with out apparently noticing the hint. The Russian was standing by a win dow when Joncs knocked and waB bidden to enter. "You are not Hargreave." "N3lther are you the Russian min ister of police," urbanely. "Who are you?" "I am Hargreave's confidential man, sir." The two men eyed each other cau tiously. "You speak Russian?" "No. I am able to scribble a few words; that is all." The Russian lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely. He was in no hur ry. "No, I am not the minister; but "I am his accredited agent. I am em powered, to bring back to Russia* a man who is known here by the name of Braine, another by the name of Vroon, and a \woman who calls her self a countess and unfortunately is one. All I desire is some damaging proof against them that they are out laws In this country. The rest will be simple." "They have all three taken out nat uralization papers." The Russian waved his hand airily. "Once they are in Russia those docu ments will never come to light. This man Braine, It has been learned, has long been in the pay of Prussia, and has given the general staff of that country many plans of our frontier fortifications. I do not know what any ' one of the three looks like. That is why I sought Hargreave." "I will gladly point tnem out iu you," said Jones, rubbing his hands together, a sign that he was greatly pleased. "That will be very good of you, I'm sure," in a rumbling but perfectly intelligible English. "And suddenly they all three will disappear?" "Suddenly; and (you may believe me that from that time on they'll be heard of never more." <**ii aonnHs extremely agree able to me. Mr. Hargreave will be happy to hear that his long enforced hiding will soon come to an end." "All you have to do, sir, Is to point them out to me." "It may take a week or ten days." "My. government has waited for ten years to gather in this delectable trio. A month, if you'like." "The sooner the better. I shall call this evening after dinner. We shall ' begin with Mr. Braine; and generally I cial attention to every out-of-the-way place where flies may lurk. Make sure there is nothing left which mfay harbor their eggs. One fly that survives the winter will become the parent of hun dreds of millions next summer." Car Fares. Looked at in the sense of the broad er civics, says Louis Hell in the Elec tric Railway Journal, the single fare with a long radius of country, which can be reached by five cents, meets here better thau would be where he is ir the woman. Vroon will be the most difficult." "After dinner, then, since you know some of his haunts. There is a re ward." Jones laughed shortly. "Keep it yourseir, sir. rlr. Hargreave would willingly double whatever this reward is to eliminate these despicabl'. crea tures from his affairs." "Thanks." While this conversation wc? taking place Norton idled about; and feeling the cravings for a cigarette, prepared to roll one, only to find that he hadn't the "makings." So fate urged him to step into the nearest tobacconist's. He asked for his favorite brand and passed over the silver. Braine and his companions saw Nor ton enter the shop. It agreed with their plans perfectly. The tobacconist happened to be affiliated with the or der. So they hurried into the shop. Jim instantly realized that he was in a trap. "How can I get out of here?" he whispered to the tobacconist. The latter smiled. "I have to obey these gentlemen. I don't know what they want you for; but if I made a move to help you I should find my own throat cut without saving yours." "The devil!" ' Jim made a dash for the rear door, to find it locked. Even as he fumbled with the key, Braine ai?d his. com panions flung themselves upon the re porter and overpowered him. "Ah, my friend Braine !* he said. , "My friend Norton!" jeered the vic tor. "And what do you want; some peaches?" "A paper, my friend, a little secret of paper with invisible writing on it We promise to give you something in exchange for it." "What?" asked Jim with as much nonchalance as he could assume. -Life." "Search," said Jim. "You won't ob ject to, my smoking?" He began to roll a cigarette while they passed over him. He struck a match; the pleas ant aroma of tobacco floated about his head. "He's got it on him somewher- I saw him take it. He's got his nerve with him." The fcigarette glowed. Jim smoked hurriedly. > ?' Through every pocket they went. The contents of his wallet lay scat tered at his feet; his watch dangled from the chain. The cigarette grew shorter and shorter. Suddenly one of the men stretched out a hand and whisked the cigarette from Jim's lips. Jones Paused by a Window. He threw it to the floor and stamped out the coal. ' "I thought so!" he exclaimed, hold ing out the scrap of burnt paper to wards Braine. The words "Dear Hargreave" were all that remained of the message. With a snarl of rage Braine whipped out his revolver. "I will give you one minute to tell me what that paper contained." "And after that minute is up?" "A bullet in your stomach." Quick as a flash Jim's hand shot out, caught the loosely held revolver, gave it a wrench, and brought it down savagely upon Braine's head. Then rouflrnoH if and hacked toward the - - ? ? front entrance. "Au revoir, till we meet again, gen tlemen!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Moved Pole and Wires. Moving an electric-light pole, with its burden of wires, was the feat ac , complished recently by a Cleveland Il luminating company, which is regard ed as novel from several standpoints. In adding five feet to the width of St. Claire avenue it was decided to move the curb on each side of the street , back two and one-half feet, but for part of the way the difficulty was in creased by the presence of a pipe just inside of the curb. This was over come by the use of an electric truck ot three and one-half tons capacity supplied with a three-horsepower mo j tor and winch, which is ordinarily ( ncori fnr drawine wires through the , I conduits. This outfit was backed up to a distance of two and one-half feet ( from the curb and the pole secured by a chain near the ground. The pole and its load of wires then was raised ] and the *ruck backed to the curb and j the pole lowered into Its new loca- , I tion. This was done in many in- , ' stances without any mishap. , possible by the European zone system with its apparently low rate of fare covering a limited area, within which comparatively few would from choice wish to live. The long and short of ' the whole matter is that anybody who j tries on an ordinary European tram* * way to cover the distances which he ' is wont to cover at home, will find the cheap fares he has heard of piling up ' very neatly, to say nothing of coming ! to a definite realization that the time 1 of transit and the asperities of travel ' make him think lovingly of home. 1 ( jp$ss$3s$333$$ss$s^ws?$$fttt3s$ft | Dr. Marden's Uplift Talks By ORISON SWETT Mf RDEN. Copyright by McCluro Newspaper SjmUcat* VIM IS THE POWDER OF SUCCESS. There no other success qual ity excepting hon?sty whiih Is more in demand today iu all lines of human endeavor than vim. Everybody be lieves in it; everywhere we hear: "Give us a man who can do some thing; a man who has push; a man with iron in his blood." j Ability is worthless without the power to put It into action. Resolutions, however good, are useless without :the energy necessary to carry them out. Push clears the track; people gat out of the way of an energetic man. "Energy is what wins. Many men fail to reach the mark because the powder in them is not proportioned to the bullet." More men fail to attain success in lif? from lack of energy?that force which achieves, accomplishes, pushes its way through obstacles?tj^n from al most anything else. No matter how much ability a young man may have, or how clever, courteous oramiable he may be, if he lacks i energy, the powder of success, he never accomplishes, much. There is no success in weakness, no victory in the uncertain step, hesitating will, lag ging hand, or languid, brain of an ex hausted man. Even small ability with great energy will accomplish more than the greatest ability without en ergy. If fired from a gun with suffi cient velocity a tallow candle can be bqoi mrougn aa men Doara. He who Is hampered by depleted vi tality Is constantly losing opporta nlties, because he lacks' strength to grasp them, to hold on to them, an^l to use them. " He Is forced behind and sees men who liav.e not half his mental capacity, but who have strong physiques and all their power intact, forge ahead of him and seize the prizes. The great problem, then, which everyone has to face Is how to generate energy, how to conserve It, and how to keep oneself always at the top of his condition. When ever you are angry or feel like grum bling or pouting?whenever you are gloomy, fretful or mcrose?you are consuming your energjk wasting your vitality, and opening the sluiceways in1 your mental reservoir, instead of sending the power over the wheel to drive the mental machinery. Every thing which frets, chafes, rasps or brings inharmony into life is a vi tality-waster. Whatever brings dis a/vm/] 1?%fa tivoiAm mtro wiumw CJUC UCl vuuo p/ oiqiu UOOIIUJD power.' Friction is a deadly foe to happinesB and succ?ss. It grinds away the delicate bearings of life's machinery without do'ng. any good or increasing any value. To free life from friction, to lubricate all the fac ulties and to stop all the leaks of en ergy is the first duty to oneself and to others. Millions of peopli have made mis erable failures in llf<5 by letting this precious energy, which might have made them successful, slip away from them in foolish/living and silly dissi pation. Much of.' the worst kind of energy dissipation iff not what Is commooly called "immoral." It is'often the result of ignorance, carelessness, or neglect; but It is dissipation, all the same. If you would make your mark in the world, and do your part in advanc ing civilization, you must cut pff everything which is an energy-waster or success-killer. Do not do anything or touch anything which will lower your vitality. Always ask yourself, "What is there in this thing I am go ing to do which will add ,to my life work, which will Increase my power, keep me in a more superb condition, and make me more efficient in the oarvina nf hnrAQnlfv?" WORKING WITH DULL TOOLS. J criticized a carpenter working for me recently for using dull tools. He excused himself by saying that he had been too busy to sharpen them. He had been working for weeka with a dull saw and with a plane which bad notches in it, leaving ugly ridges on the boards he was planing. This man had probably wasted more time in working with dul)' tools than it would have taken to sharpev them several times, to say notb^n^Af the Inferior work he was turnin^^B t There are multiti*/^B ? people who never do good wL*^~cause they never prepare for it, never put them selves in a position to do good work? they never sharpened their tools; never trained themselves for it, and they go througn we Doicnmg meir jobs. Every youth should put himself in Buperb condition to make his life a success. He should prepare himself to do the best work of which he is capable. One great reason why so many people make botches of their lives is because they didn't start right, they never learned th?ir life trade. It does not matter wiat a youth decides to do in life, he ihould endeavor to be an expert in i:, an artist instead of an artisan. Our intelligence offices are con stantly filled witty people, no matter how good the times, who have never half learned to do any particular thing, never learned any trade. The great majority of house servants do domes tic work because they never learned Pipes, Coffee and the Orient. In the "Arabian Nights" entertain ments," which are said to be such faithful pictures of Oriental manners, :here is no mention of the pipe. Neither is coffee fo be met with in :hose tales, so delightful to all ages. ?~Ve with difficult^imaging an Oriental R ithout his (hib Lain they knew r| before the six present, such Is aecessity felt b; Ing and coffee jt it is cer mets luxury dtury. At huiimperious op/or smok enin as the ?..{ d f to do anything else, and this was about the only thing thW could do without preparation. \ How often we see menlwho spend most of their lives as dky laborers \ working on the street, on\\ railroads and ships, on farms, in all^rforts bf Vr places, where they get only very small wages, who have the natural ability to do something infinitely better and to earn many times as much mohfey, but they never learned to do anything in particular, and so they drifted iiito . . the only positions they could fill with' out special preparation. . , \ On the other hand, there are a ,?? great many who are in a potHlog to prepare for their chosen life'JjJ^rho destroy all their chances <^r^4'ccess by overdoing or by neglecting * (he laws of health. Through Ignorance, " indifference or carelessness their fac ultles, their tools, are so dulled that they are unable to do what they long " to. . How often we see young people ' starting in life with great ambitions to make a place> for themselves in the world and to do something worth while, and yet they are ruining the pos sibility of their doing anything veiy im portant by ignoring the laws of health, in all sorts of ways lowering their physical standards, devitalizing them- - ' selves so that they do not have sum cient force for any great accomplish ment. The very thing that they are most dependent upon for attaining their object, a strong and vigorous vi tality, they sacoiflce. One can a'ccomplish wonderful things with no other capital than ro bust health and the determination to make something of oneself, but no matter how much ambition <Sne has, if he devitalizes himself, if he ruins his health by vicious* habits, devital izes himself by an abnormal or irregu lar lifg, he knows that hvis only chance of accomplishing anything very impor-' tant is gone. ' V, Everything a man does gravitaj0f^,;i to ]his .physical condition. All, ofJQ? physical defects, physical weakne&efc, will reappear in whatever he doep, and his mental condition will always har monize with his physical state. Plenty of good people who are cap- -''X able of doing good work do very poor work because they do not keep them selves in a condition to bring' out the best thing that is in them. Unless a man has kept his tools sharp, kept himself at the top of his condition, the :' 'best that is in him will not respond ' ^ to his efforts. He may be satisfied , \ with even a second or third best if his physical standards are down, if he is devitalized by violating the laws of existence or by irregularities of living. The stream cannot rise higher than its fountain head. If (J^e physical con dition is low, if one is devitalized; his ambition suffers, his ldeAls are cloudy, . his energies lag, his work is poor. . ?1 1? Dispelled All Doubt Speaking of the unsophisticated the other night, Congressman Robert L. Henry of Texas related "how a young wife went to a butcher phop to buy a^ turkey. ? The price named for the bird, the dongresman said, was 26 cents a pound, whereat the youqg wife hesi tated. .* "Isn't 26 cents rather high?" she timidly queried. "Jf I remember right ly, the price across {the way is 23 cents." "With the feet on, I suppose," was vie quick response 01 me Dutcner. /"No," hesitatingly returned the cus tomer, "I think the feet were cut off." "That's just what I thought!" was ! the confident declaration of the butch er, as he began to wrap up the bird. . | "When we sell a turkey,' madam, we " Bell feet and all!"?Philadelphia Tele graph. The Blind Need Windows. Light has use, even If men cannot or will not see it. Baring-Gould tells . ! of an institution for the blind that was built In England without win dows. "Why," argued the committee, ? "should we provide windows for those that cannot see' out of them?" So scientific ventilation and heating were provided, but the walls were left tra pierced by any ?ane of glass. But - soon the poor inmates grew pale, and j a great languor fell upon them. They * fell sick, and one or two died. Then It was that the committee decided to open windows in the walls. In came the healing light, and the human plants responded to it at once in re vived spirits, ruddy cheeks and re stored health. Light Is good, the Light of the World Is good, even for those who shut their eyes.?Christian Herald. As to Kissing. v The kings and high officials of Eu rope, when they meet, always embrace and kiss each other, no matter what their relations have been in the past, or may be in the Immediate future. i This is a kiss of respect. It may be given on the lips, the cheek, the brow or the beard and is nicely adjusted, ac cording to the age and rank of the I giver. From this close personal con tact it passes through many forms? kissing the hand, parts of the clothing and even the ground trodden upon, according to the idea of respect or; fear inspiring the one who performs the act.?Christian Herald. Slighted. "I saw Blobson out this with his wife and her dog." "Was he trailing behind his and her dog?" "Why, no." "I guess she was making a sion for the sake of is his usual status at home." gun announces the during the fast of fore he thinks, ing stomach takes his pipe. crav food, he lights his Change. "Five -yeai^ /ago I was a physical wreck. I took up regular gymnasium__ work, and look at me now." "I'm looking. / Are you tryi/~ show me what gymnasium wof do, or what it - won't do?"