Decatur Democrat, Volume 50, Number 38, Decatur, Adams County, 22 November 1906 — Page 7

“Fretty” By Nancy Hazlitt I Copyright, 1906, by W. R. Caldwell Alfaretta ran about the garden singing shrilly: "Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Dear, dear, what can the m-a-t-t-e-r be— Jobpny so long at the fair? He premised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbon. He promised, to bring me a bunch of blue ribbon. He promised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbon. To tie up my bonny brown hair.” "Fretty, I really wouldn’t call him out of his name—you know it isn’t Johnny,” Cousin Langley said provok Ingly from the leafy depths of the grape arbor. “Besides, your hair isn’t brown, not in the least. Instead, it's pure carrot color, also mighty pretty. ' If I were a painter person I might call It something else, but being what I am, a stickler for truth”— "Would yon know the truth If you met it in the road?” Alfretta flung at him. “I don’t believe so,” she went on disdainfully,, shaking her glowing ’waves at him. She was bareheaded, and the sun •truck out high lights from the Titian mass above her white forehead, then fell down to waken green gleams in her long lashed eyes. Slim as became •eventeen, talllsh, light on little arched feet, with a long neck upbearing her flace, she was distractlugly pretty, especially to eyes jaded with srtlflce and •lek of fashion—more specifically, Langley Madden’s eyes. Langley was only a third cousin, but assumed that the tie of blood entitled hith to take an attitude so critical it , was more than brotherly In its candor. He had come to Alderbrook farm for •lx blessed, idle weeks after the stress of • long fight and the triumph of a big legal victory. He had not been there in years, although the place belonged to him. Its present occupants, the Lanes, had lived in it to oblige him. Therefore he had had but a faint memory of Alfaretta as a solemn young person who 9 had disdained to be friends with him, choosing rather to make companions of the dogs, the kittens and her pony, Snap. He recalled that she had barely tolerated Susette Barlow, who, in spite of being bigger, came sometimes to play with her. Susette had been a famous L fe jrfA / A J I ||\ I 1 /x \ WW&W Im I.( "I REGARDED IT AS MY DUTY TO MABRY I you." I comrade. He had kissed her often, I called her his little sweetheart and ■ v actually gone the length of sending I down to her from the city after he was ■ back there a birthday ring. Notwith- || standing, he had found her married and ■ happy, with a baby as round, rosy and ■ dimpled as he remembered her. Ten j| years, he had reflected, made big ■ changes every way. Still he was not ■ quite prepared for the change they had ■ wrought in Fretty. ■ The name was of his own coinage; ■ In all other mouths the girl was Alfa. j|| He had been quite taken aback to find ■ that she did not resent his version of Blthe baptismal mouthful. Indeed, she | had saTd, with a little hovering smile, I "The one comfort about my name is, ■ no matter what people call me, they ■ can’t possibly make it worse than it ■ is.” K: - The saying had in away startled ■ him; he had not thought to find philos- ■ ophy at seventeen in the rural regions. ■ F But as time went on he discovered H that the philosophy was the least of ■ Pretty’s surprises. Young as she was, ■ unformed and inexperienced, she had ■ way with hit;- Also a poise quite I wonderful t<f See. He did not wonder ■ that she had taken captive his artist j| friend Vernon; it was Vernon’s habit ■% fall flthiily in love with every girl ■ who w v In the least out of the com- j ■ had not a single usual ■•fiber in, her. In proof, take the fact ■ that Vernon'S adoration had not in the ■slightest degree turned her head. IB “What have we to say to the painter ■person, Fretty?” Cousin Langley askBed, coming out and laying hold of her I ■hands. “Are we going to tell him to ■go about his business or are we going ■to say, ‘Yes, and thanky, sir,’ when he , ■asks"- . f <B- “He won’t ask,” Fretty said, not try- i Bing to take away her hands. “You see, Bl tqld him at the very first I regarded Bt as my duty to marry you. OtherHwlse you would waste all your money |B—besides, it was the only way to keep bßllderbrook in the family. He agreed i Bsrith me, although I think he was sorKy; it must have seemed a shame to ' to miss such an opportunity. H«' <

admitted that flirting was a necessity to him. That is why, I think, he is away just now.” “Indeed?” Langley said, his tone an Interrogation. Fretty nodded, echoing: “Indeed! Yes; Mrs. Wortham—your divinity—has opened Grasmere—came herself the day before yesterday. So Mr. Vernon couldn’t stay away longer.” “Who says she is my divinity? And how do you like it, seeing you have appropriated me?” Langley asked, coloring in spite of himself. He felt all a* once young and raw and ridiculous and was in a temper over it. He wanted to shake Fretty—shake her hard. She was jesting, of course, but how beautifully she had turned the tables on him. Quite unaccountably he found himself trembling, bis hands moist, his face, heknew, high colored, and. all without any reason. It could not be that the bare suggestion of Fretty—the child, the plaything, the creature be loved to tease —as his wife, the mistress of his home and heart, had thus overcome him- For five years at least he had thought of Georgina Worthaffi in that position. She fitted it so beautifully and was quite evidently ready to accept it. “I always answer mother’s letters for her. Remember you wrote her about Georgina two years back at least,” Fretty said, smiling sweetly, with the faintest touch of malice. “As to my liking her, what does that matter? I have nothing to do with her, only with you.” “You are quite resolved—to take me, I mean?” Langley asked, his eyes downcast. Fretty looked pensive. “It seems—one must do one’s duty, however disagreeable,” she sai4. with a little sigh. Langley erected himself. “In that case, suppose you kiss your crown of martyrdom,” he said, putting his face close to her lips. Fretty sprang back as far as their clasped bands permitted and said, with dancing eyes: “Next year will be quite time enough for that. You see, I am going away in the fall to be finished at the Winslow school. Mother insists upon it, and I myself think it best/ I shall come back a fine lady—fine enough, I hope, to do the family credit. May I trust you not to marry Georgina in all that time?” "Certainly not,” Langley said promptly. “You will have to take me now or risk losing me altogether. And I hate finishing schools and all their works. If you go through the mill I won’t have you—that’s flat!” Fretty snatched away her hands, laughing heartily. “What an actor was lost in you, Cousin Langley!” she said, “You had such a ring in your voice! I wish Tommy Hartwell had been within hearing.” “So! Yqu want the heathen to rage, you minx!” Langley said, again imprisoning her hands, then the ring coming back to his voice stronger than ever: “Fretty, I know you were in fun, but, please, dear, let’s make it earnest. I want you—nobody else. I have been wanting you ever since I came, without having sense enough to know it.” “How about Georgina?” Fretty murmured, turning away her head so might not see the mounting color in her cheeks. Langley laughed triumphantly. “May I be vain enough to speak the frozen truth?” he asked, his lips very close to Fretty’s ear. She turned a little more away from him, saying very low: “No! I can guess it. Georgina wop’t have you; therefore you want me to salve your broken heart.” “Os course. But how did you guess it?” Langley asked, his heart thrilling at thought of her care to save another woman from slurring. He had meant to tell her what be knew for truth—that while Georgina would have accepted him for his position and potentialities and given him comradely help throughout their joint career her heart was by no means engaged, she being of the equable temperament that spends its wildest devotion upon itself. Moreover, there was Vernon. All along he had suspected some kindness, even more, between the pair. They might have each other and welcome. Fretty, sweet, slim, red haired Fretty. was the one wife in the world for him. Impulsively he caught her to him and said between kisses; “I see it all now. You’re a witch. You saw how I needed comforting and proposed to me right off the reel, thenceforth I shall live to keep you from being sorry for it.” “And I’ll make ybu sorry for it as long as you live if ever you dare say that again,” Fretty interrupted. Again Langley laughed. He could afford to. Fretty, in spite of her brave words, was nestling to him like a happy child. * . - What Teacher Said. ■ Last Sunday Benny made his debut as a Sunday school scholar. When he came home his relatives and friends were anxious to hear a report of his experiences. “Well, Benny,” said his mother, “did you say the text?” “Yes, ma’am.” “And did you remember the story o the lesson?” “Yes, ma'am. I said it all off by heart.” “And did you put your penny in the basket?” “Yes, ma’am.” Benny’s mother grabbed him up and hugged him ecstatically. “Oh, you little precious!” she said. “Your teacher must have been proud of you. I know she just loved you, She said something to you, didn’t she?” “Yes, ma’am.” “I knew ft,” said the fond parent. “Come, Benny, darling, tell mother i what the teacher said to mother’s little | man.” “She waid,” was the startling reply, 1 “tor me to bring 2 cento nest Sunday.” •-New York Post.

to—: - ■ ■ <i A Great Gun By GRETCHEN GRAYDON Copyright, 1906, by Homer Sprague — ? <9 “Oh, yes! Billy has it again, and this time very bad,Mrs. Wheat said, nodding across at her son. “But you won’t wonder at it when you hear the new sweetheart’s name—Sarah-Susan —Miss Sarah-Susan Gunn.” Billy turned all colons. Connor, his chum, laughed explosively and said as soon as ho could speak: “Billy, I call that positively immoral! You had better be courting twins. How ever will you fix it? You may propose to Susan and be rejected or accepted by Sally. You may even be married wrong. Think, too, of being always a mere gunner’s mate”— “Shut up!” Billy interjected, his face scarlet, but grinning in spite of himself. “Wait till you’ve seen her at least. Mother makes fun of her names because she can’t find fault with her any way else. And Sue isn’t to blame. She didn’t name herself or choose the family she had to be born in.” “No, but you do choose the family yon marry Into,” Mrs. Wheat cooed. 'She was less than twenty years older than Billy and still a very pretty and very lively woman. Connors thought her stunning. So did his Uncle Tim. Harking back suddenly, in his mind to something a year old, he whistled aloud and asked abruptly: “Say, Mammy Wheat, is it the same way with Tim? Did you turn him down because you wouldn't be Mrs. O’Toole?” It was mammy’s turn to The blush made her younger and prettier than ever. “"Who says I had the chance to be Mrs. O’Toole?” she began, but stopped as both the youngsters growled derision and unbelief. “Tim was the worst ever,” - Connors said decidedly; “couldn’t eat or sleep; used to hang out of the windows all ‘prom.’ week just to stare up the street toward: where you were staying; in the greatest fidget, too, to get his place fixed up new. And then, after he’d walked about with you one teeny half hour, be quit—cut out everything except my allowance and scooted across the pond with just half a steamer kit Don’t say you don’t know why, mammy! It won’t do any good—not with .us two. We know. He wented—because you sented him. Poor old Tim! You have a heap on you»- conscience, mammy! How could you do it?” “Don’t you understand, Larry, dear?” mammy said, still blushing. “It was all on your account. I couldn’t bear to supplant you.” Her eyes laughed, but Larry Connors saw under the laughter. “If that was your game you went blind,” he said. “Don’t you see, Tim is so near the years of indiscretion—they begin at forty-five—he’ll sure fall victim somehow somewhere. You ought to have taken him, mammy. Then, indeed, my future would have been secure.” “Where is he? Have you heard from him lately?” mammy asked, her eyes suddenly downcast. Larry shook his head. “He was tearing around toward the midnight sunthought maybe the icebergs would remind him of you,” he said. “But that was six months back—long enough for him to be buried or married.” “He always talked of Ireland”— mammy began, sighing faintly. “But he didn't care for it unless you were there to see it with him,” Larry interrupted. “I think I’ll cable him to come back right away. Maybe he will be ready to sacrifice himself for your whim—carry off the adorable Gunn and so save Billy.” “I had rather—almost—she had Billy,” mammy said inconsequently. “Tim is a dear, but—‘Hon. Mrs. Timothy O’Toole!’ Dear me, I could cry when I think of it! Why wasn’t he born something else?” “Smith, Jones, Brown or Robinson.” Larry commented. Mrs. Wheat got up and walked quickly away. Billy went to the window. Larry, staring after the vanishing lady, was amazed to see her head droop and her bosom swell. Clearly she was on the point of sobbing. He followed her softly and said as she flung herself on a couch: “Tell me, mammy! You’re playing a game. What Is It?” “How did you guess?” mammy said, speaking very low, with her finger on her lip. “You mustn’t ever let Billy guess it,” she said. “He doesn’t know about our money. It came to me from my uncle, the dearest, straitlaced soul. He thought second marriages sin-ful-spiritual bigamy, he called them. So I kept my fortune, which will be Billy’s fortune, on condition of remaining always a widow. Now you see why I. had to send Tim away.” | “As if he cared for your money! And he’d never let Billy lose,” Larry j said exultantly. But he bent his head reverently to kiss mammy’s hand as he added: “But, oh, you are a brick! -You made up all this about the name to blind that blessed boy?” “I had to—there—there wasn’t anything else. Tim was such a gentle-' man,” Mrs. Wheat said, smothering a sob. “You won’t tell him, Larry, but all this teasing over his sweetheart’s name Is just to from suspecting. I don’t really oppose him, although I think be is making a mistake. He has promised to wait a year-long enough to find it out for himself.” J “What’s wrong with her?” Larry i asked. i “Everything, but mostly that she’s ! too old and wise and bard,” Mrs. Wheat said comprehensively. “I mean that ahe was bom too old; actually they are but a month apart She Is much toe

.... clever to care really for my dear. big. blundering, pretty boy. but she cares a whole lot for what he can give her. You ought to see her eying my pearls. I could forgive her a little if she had no pearls of her own. To be rich and grasping is so much worse than to yearn for what one never has had. I could break up the match tomorrow by letting her know I hold the purse strings, but that would lose me my boy, and he’s everything.” “She shan’t have him, and you shan’t lose him. Listen! I’ve got an idea.” Larry said. Mammy bent toward him, her brimming eyes shining. They talked in whispers for two minutes, then Larry rushed away, headed for the telegraph office. • •••••« Exactly three weeks later Mammy Wheat, with Larry in attendance, went up to the city upon a steamer day. The pair got back late to Fernbrook and slipped into the hotel by the side entrance wholly unseen. But soon there was inscribed upon the register in Larry’s most sprawling hand, “Mr. and Mrs. F. T. O’Toole-Merrion, Mount Merrion. County Meath, Ireland.” And underneath, in Greek letters, “They’ve .found it.” “What’s ail that about?” Billy said, coming up and leaning over Larry’s shoulder. Larry laid hold on him, saying, “Get your Gunn and come see.” As he dragged Billy toward the main stairway he added: “Don’t you get heart failure. You’ll come- out all right, if only you live through it.” Sarah-Susan, in wait for Billy, was easily carried along. As the three entered mammy’s private parlor they saw her standing beside a tall, handsome fellow, baldlsh and grayish, to be sure, but ruddy and with the happiest merry eyes. Shamelessly he put his arms around mammy, not even giving Billy a finger until he had said: “I had to have her, even if it meant changin’ me name and nation, son. Sure, life was no life without her. Wish me joy, lad. i of me new home and a wife In it” “I do,” Billy said heartily, wringing the tardy hand. Mammy detached herself from Tim and flung herself upon Billy’s breast, half sobbing, half laughing out: “Walt, son, until you know! I Are you wilting to be poor to make me happy?” “Sure,” Billy said, giving her a hug. Sarah-Susan bridled. Larry in his most innocent fashion began to explain. Before he had said fifty words she wheeled upon mammy: “As you have beggared your son, madam, for your whim, understand I refuse to countenance your duplicity. I agree with your late uncle. Such conduct is positively immoral.” As she spoke she had been stripping herself of Billy’s ring, a simple affair of thready gold with a diamond spark on it. But she quite forgot the diamond pendant at her throat, the circle of brilliants about her arm, not to name many more jewels jesting upon her dressing table. Majestically she tossed the, ring to Billy—poor crestfallen Billy, who stood at his mother’s side. But when Mrs. O’Toole-Merrion drew his head to her breast and patted it as she had done when he was three years old, he lifted it bravely and smiled up at her, saying: “It hurts, mammy, but I’m not going to cry. And I’m not going to starve either. Tim tfvill see to that.” “Sure,” Tim said, hugging his new son. Mammy and Larry considerately looked away. Berlin’s Economy Flats. In a good part of- Berlin—that is, in one of the most desirable locations—one can get a flat for anything from S2O to SSO a month that could not be had in New York for less than $l5O if it could be found at all. I have such an apartment in mind, and it is only one among thousands in Berlin. It is on the third floor, and German flathouses are sel,dom more than four or six stories high. It does not lie in a straight, unbeautiful line along a narrow, dark hallway, but is built around a big square entrance that might be used for a reception room If it were needed. The rooms are enormous and each has outside windows. The bathroom is as large as an ordinary “inside” bedroom, as we know bedrooms, and it is fitted up with every modern luxury conceivable, including a splendid shower. The kitchen Is too nice to be true, says a writer in Leslie’s Weekly. It is lined halfway up with beautiful blue and white tiles. It has a white tile floor, and its gas range is made of blue and white tile to match the walls. It has a blue and white tile refrigerator built in the wall, and there are rows of white porcelain Jars upon white tile shelves to keep things in. It would be absolutely impossible for such a kitchen to be dirty. Evolution of the Sword. During the first twelve centuries of the Christian era the sword varied ' little in the essential features from | the lines of the broadsword. The blade was lengthened, it is true, and I less curved, but the crosspieces of ' the hilt were usually straight, and tfye simple, workmanlike look was preserved. The change to the elaborate hilts of several centuries later was made gradually. There were slight changes in the crosspieces from time to time—the stiff straight lines little by little began to curve gently toward the blade. The knob at the end of the handle, usually a simple disk or ball : of metal, was varied into a trefoil, a ! fluting or a small Maltese cross. Blades and scabbards were engraved with inscriptions, a practice which had in- ' deed been found in Danish barrows bearing unmistakable Runic charac- ! tors-cut in the bronze blades. The cross hilted sword the crusaders carried on their pious errand to the Holy Land not infrequently displayed the sacred meoegrem totter •arved or inlaid.

' VARIETIES OF MAPLE THERE ARE FIVE DIFFERENT KlNDfc OF THE NATIVE SPECIES. The Sugar Maple Has Well Denned Characteristics of its Own, and These Will Always Prove aa Infilling Meaas of Identifleation. Although the family resemblance between the different maple species is strong, the sugar maple has definite characteristics of its own, and these are an unfailing means of identification. It is a tall, erect tree, witU smooth branches, hard bark, which breaks into long fissures, several inches apart on the main trunk, and with dark brown twigs. The leaves are opposite each other on the stem, and in winter, if one looks carefully, the scars of the leaves may be seen and even the tiny scars left by the small fibers which held the leaf in place. The buds are brown and sharp pointed, with small overlapping scales, and the terminal bud, at the tip of the branch, is larger than the lateral ones which grow opposite each other on the stem. Always hold firmly in mind the fact that the sugar maple has brown, pointed buds, for even in summer they serve to identify the tree after the season’s growth has been completed. The buds and the peculiar appearance of the bark, which looks as if it had been plowed, are the most distinctive characteristics. The four other native maples are the red, or swamp, maple, the one from which Thoreau in his youth succeeded in extracting a small quantity of sugar; the white, or silver, maple, a water loving species; the moosewood, or striped, maple, a beautiful tree, and the spiked, or mountain, maple, a roadside shrub. The red maple, the most brilliant of the family both in spring and autumn, and the sugar maple are,, quickly told apart. One has only to contrast the red, rounded buds of the former with the brown, slender, pointed ones of the sugar maple to see how widely they vary, and, since a multiplication of diverging traits tends to confuse the memory, let this unfailing proof suffice. — —.•' • ? — The silver maple grows in a loose jointed manner peculiar to itself. Its branches sweep down and the tips curve up, making half circles, very different from the compact form of growth of the sugar maple. t Its buds are identical with those of the red maple, so again we have only to apply this test when there is any doubt whether the tree is a sugar maple or not.. In a natural state the stiver maple grows by the banks of clear, sandy bedded streams, and then the downward drooping branches fairly touch the water in graceful pendulous curves. ! The bark flakes off in loose strips from ' the trunks of old trees, unlike the close furrowed bark of the red maple and unlike that of the sugar maple. The striped maple and the mountain maple will not often trouble the stu--1 dent by causing confusion with the 1 sugar maple, because they never grow to be large trees. In early youth, however, among saplings in the woods there may be difficulty, and then the brown sugar maple buds, sharp pointed and with numerous scales, instantly serve to distinguish that maple fromthe two others, with their red, rounded buds covered by a pair of scales only. The vivid green bark on the trunk and branches of the striped maple and the shrubby growth of the mountain maple prevent any chance of confusion when the trees are older. In the country these four species of maples only are to be seen, but in villages, towns and suburban districts the Norway and sycamore maples from Europe are frequently found. The Norway maple has dark reddish brown buds, much larger and rounder than those of the sugar maple, and its stems also are coarser. Inside these buds the small leaves are closely Infolded by scales covered with dense brown hair, like sealskin fur, and so delicate, pretty and soft that one Is well repaid for the trouble of opening the bud with a penknife to see them. When a stem of recent growth is broken off the Norway maple, a white, milky juice exudes from the wound—a characteristic which helps to distinguish the tree both in winter and summer. The sycamore-maple—the tree which figures so often in English literature as “the sycamore”—is easily recognized by its large round buds of a vivid shade of green, and this color remains unchanged throughout the leafless season. The sweet harvest of the sugar maple is the only harvest in the world to ripen in the bleak, wind swept days of | March.—Annie Oakes Huntington in Youth’s Companion. r- A M«h Hi* Wife. Alexander Muir of Toronto, author of “The Maple Leaf,” Canada’s national anthem, was interested all his life in the divorce laws, which wore too often, he claimed; unfair to women. Mr. Muir frequently declared ttiat men, not their wives, were in n!he cases out of ten responsible for unhappy marriages. “The trouble with too many husbands,” he once said, “is that they treat their wives as a Toronto man used to do. This man, sitting in his drawing room on a coolish evening, cried out fiercely: “ ‘Shut that door, confound it! What to the matter with you anyway? Do you want to freeze me?’ “The cook appeared calmly In the •pen doorway. “‘Do you know who you are speak■f to, slrY she said in a stern voice. “The man, taken aback, stammered: “‘Oh, exam ml I thought II was W wife.’"

' SKY LIGHTED HISTORY. How Astronomical Research Hao Found the Origin of Stonehenge. Following the same line of thought which he formerly applied to certain Egyptian temples, Sir Norman Lockyer is able to show that Stonehenge was originally built to serve the purpose of a primitive observatory. It was built for the use of the astronomer priests who perhaps brought the wisdom of the east to this country many centuries before its very name had emerged into the light of history. The sun and star worship which forms the basis of so many types of primitive religion was closely interwoven with the practical need of fixed dates in the year for the use of the agriculturist, who possessed no calendar to tell him when to sow his seed and when to expect his harvest. To this day the Pleiades are known as the “hoeing stars” in South Africa and take the place of a farming calendar to the Solomon islanders, just as their midnight culmination fixed the beginning of the feast of Isis at Busiris and regulated the fifty-two-year cycle of the ancient Mexicans. It is now proved, from a comparative study of prehistoric monuments and ancient temples all over the world, that one of the first uses of these edifices was to enable the astronomer priests to fix such dates with ease and certainty. i Every one knows that the sun rises at a different point on the horizon daily throughout the year and that the time of star rising varies night by night i These simple facts sufficed primitive man for the determination of his calendar. Some of the Egyptian temples were carefully oriented so that a bright star, like Sirius or Canopus, ’ was visible down the avenue which served as the tube of a telescope at a particular hour on a given night in the year. .By far the greater number I of stone circles, of which Stonehenge is the best known example, were so > oriented that the rising sun on mld- > summer morning flashed its rays di- > rectly upon the central altar--in other ' words, their axis was carefully dlrect- • ed to the point on the horizon over > which the sun rose on the longest day In the year. There are many other instances of different orientations, each > corresponding to the fixed points in i some ancient calendar, but Stonehenge i was certainly a solar temple and observatory. ’ Now comes in the bearing of this i fact upon the history of its building. • .The point of midsummer sunrise is not always the same. The precession of the equinoxes—or the fact that the ■ celestial pole is traveling round .a vast circle, which it takes about 25,000 years i to complete—causes a secular change in this point. At present the axis of Stonehenge is not directed to the midsummer sunrise, but to a point nearly one degree away from it. Now we know the rate at which the place of mid- , summer sunrise changes in consequence of precession, and it is a comparatively simple calculation to determine the date at which the sun must have sunrise on midsummer day in a line with the avenue at Stonehenge. The conclusion is that this remarkable edifice must have been erected about 1680 B. C., the possible error being not greater than 200 years on either side of this date. Thus astronomy tells us that Stonehenge must have been built somewhere between 1900 and 1500 B. C., if the assumption of Its purpose be correct. The general evidence from similar temples all over the world hardly leaves room for doubt on that head, and thus we obtain what may safely be called the first definite fact in British history, carrying it back more than fifteen centuries before our islands first came into contact with recorded civilization. It is clear that the people who could build Stonehenge for such a purpose were far removed from mere savagery. — London Spectator. A Prophetess Confounded. One of the most diverting tales told in connection with the art of anagram making relates to a certain Dame Eleanor Davies, wife of Sir Joshua Davies. She lived in the time of Charles I. and was a constant croaker and foreteller of evil. At length she made herself so obnoxious to the government that she was cited to appear before the court of high commission. She fancied that she was gifted with prophetic powers because the letters of Eleanor Davies formed the anagram “Reveal, O Daniel.” This was not a good anagram, as it used the “1” twice and did not employ the “s” at all. She resisted all the efforts of the bishops to bring her to reason, but was at last entirely defeated by a witty dean, who hoisted her with her own petard by making another anagram, not so complimentary to her prophetic Insight, “Dame Eleanor Davies—never • so mad a ladie!” This caused her to doubt the reality of her own inspiration- and so utterly disconcerted her — that no more was heard of her. First Sign of Consumption. A rise of temperature of from % to 1 degree at somo period of greater or less duration every twenty-four hours may be regarded as the first symptom of pulmonary tuberculosis, occurring previous to every other symptom and before the general health of the individual is influenced to a noticeable degree. The temperature will be most elevated following bodily fatigue. Excluding other morbid conditions that would cause a similar elevation of temperature it Is safe to diagnose the case as one of pulmonary (or laryngeal) tuberculosis whe his temperature has persisted for a period of two weeks and Is associated with loss of weight and vitality even though there has been no accompanying cough or expectoration and though physical examination gives •egatlve results.