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CHAPTER XVIII (Continued.) Jack's feelings at that moment were not enviable. He had always looked upon Lord Summers commission as a direct proof of his own ability. It was a decided damper to hi good opinion of himself to discover that it was due to pctn'g interest in Ethel Mallett. As yoz do not seem to have been very glad to hear of the engagement, perhaps you will be better pleased to hear that it is at an end." "Indeedl" "Yes; and I think you should know that Miss Mallett took the initiative in breaking it off." I am surprised! I thought she was Tery fond of you. But there Is no accounting for women's actions." And then Lord Summers turned to his other neighbor and threw himself into a discussion upon the drainage of land, thus tacitly dismissing the other subject; but Jaqk was conscious that he was not held blameless in the matter nor inueed did he feel so. One point in the conversation had roused his curiosity Lord Summers remark as to the name of -Mallett" being assumed. He would have liked to pursue the subject, but as things were, he had no ri.sht to feel curious Later in the evening Mis Maliin? and lier guardians were chatting confidentially, and the subject of the mysterious advertisement was introduced. "Have you any notion what they could mean?" he asked. "Not the smallest," she answered. "It is curious Sir Geoffrey never saw them." "But he may have, without our knowing it." "True. But don't you think that the motive, whatever it was, must have affected the whole family, and that, if he had been found, we should have been mixed up in it?" "Possibly, but not necessarily. If I tad known where Geotirey was I should certainly have insisted upon his sifting the matter. Indeed, at one time I thought of investigating it myself; but your uncle was always so touchy about any one's interfering in his affairs that I thought it better to let it alone." For a moment there was a fixed look of fear on Pau'ine's face; but Lord Summers was toe much taken up with his subject to nrtice it. "Good-looting fellow, Domton." he remarked, carelessly, with a glance to where Jack was carrying on the usual war of words with Bertha Collins "Very," Pauline answered, shortly. "Made quite a long stay with you. Been here since the beginning of July, lias he not?" "I forget exactly when he came." In pite of this apparent indifference, Lord Summers feit satisfied that things were In an unsatisfactory state, and he wished fervently that, in his anxiety to benefit the future husband of his old friend's daughter, h& had been prompted to do anything rather than send him down to this particular neighborhood. Sunday evening was rather a quiet time at Mallingford, and the house was wrapped in darkness earlier than usual. But tbe lamps il Miss Mailing's boudoir burned on steadily, for Jack and his fiancee were having their last confidential chat before their marriage. The next morning Jack was to leave for London to obtain the special license and see after sundry small matters, and he would not return until late on Tuesday afternoon. "I suppose we must say grod-by tonight, as I shall most likely start before you are down," Jack said. "Yes but not just yet! Don't be in a hurry to leave m. Jack," Pauline answered, with a touch of pleading in her voice. She knelt on the thick white rug at his feet, and added, "I would get up to give you a parting salute if I were not afraid that Lord Summers would hear of it." "My dear, there is no need," Jack said, calmly. "At the same time, I don't understand your dread of Summers. Surely you may do as you choose in so small a matter?" "I don't think I understand it myself. Jack; yet 1 feel It. My life is full of dread just now." CHAPTER XIX. It was rather annoying to Pellinr, that just now, when he was anxious to make the most of his chance with Ethel, her father's absence prevented his carrying out his design. He fretted- and fumed impatiently, over Mr. Mallett's letter telling of his enforced absence for a we.'k when he first received it; and then, seeing the useleäjmess of repining, he set about making plans for relieving Ethel's loneliness. He wrote her a letter, telling her he regretted now more than ever that he had neither mother nor sisters, not even a stray aunt, as, if he had, he would press them into play propriety, and carry her off a prisoner to spezl the week at the Wigwam. Then ha made appointments at the publisher's, always taking care to arrive before ber, and generally, after putting her Lito a cab, returning for a last ten minutes' chat with Mr. Bramwell before starting himself. Then there was usually either a letter on t.isiness, of course or a novel by the morning post; and later ou in th day would arrive a box of lovely loose blossoms or a basket of lata grapes and peaches. So Ethel was Iways being pleasantly reminded that liT happiness was the chief object of one person's life, and the knowledge comfort her exceedingly. Meanwhile Mr. Mallett iras having rather a hard time of it. lie arrived in Paris on Sunday morning, tnd the wedding was to take place on the following Wednesday. This gave hbxi but three clear days to get to the obscure Spanish town of which he did not even know the whereabouts hunt up the evidence of his niece's death, and telegraph the news In time to stop the ceremony. After a weary two days' struggle with railway officials and time tables, he reached Madrid on Tuesday in the cool blush of the early morning, ery fagged, but determined to go on. lie had made a friend of the guard, glad to find some one who spoke French for his Spanish was doubtful from long dikase and on the arrival of the train they went off together to the inquiry elc to find out means to reach the obscure town of Villa Silentio. The station master, half asleep, and wholly angry at beins routed out of bod at such an early Lour in tb morning, st first denied all knowledge of a place of that nam; but. when the guard reminded him that such things as reference books of the railway route were issued for his especial enlightenment, his manner changed, and he proceeded to do his best on Mr. Mallett's behaif. It Is here, you see," he aald la Spanish, putting his fat finger on a spot in the map. "Senor cannot leave Madrid until half past nine; he will then have two boars' railway ride, and then an kour and a half by coach orer not the Tery best of roads." Mr. Mallstt looked at his watch. It vu a quarter to six; he would hare time fcr three hours' rest. Thanking the friendly fuird for hij good Eerrices, he tossed hie small bag and rug on the nearest hici-carrlaje and drove fr 'to n hcteL At one o'clock Mr. Mallett, feeling as If his xf use had beta chakca out of him 7 tia last hour ere? that cercr-to-bt-

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forgottcn road, found himself standing In the market place of Villa Silentio, with the hot midday sun beating down on him. feeling more completely alone and helpless than he ever remembered to have felt before. "I am afraid I made a mistake in coming myself," he said to the market clock, as he stood in front of it. "You see a man of fifty-seven is not so quick and apt la adapting himself to circumstances as a younger man would be." For two or three minutes Mallett stood listening to the distant rumbling of the coach wheels, and, great as had been his suffering during the drive, he almost wished himself back again oa the awful machine, instead of here in this deatulike place. lie shook off the dreamy feeling of unreality that possessed him, and crossed to a deserted looking house on the shady side of the square, where a sign board from which all vestige of paint had long since passed away hung over the door, seeming to denote a house of entertainment. He pushed open the door and it swung to behind him without noise. lie was in a large stone-flagzed room which occupied the whole depth of the house, the opposite end opening on to a crazy veranda crumbling under the weight of luxuriant creepers, through which there were glimpses of a weed-grown inclosure beyond. He stamped up and down the stone floor, a id shouted until the stones echoed his voice. At the end of ten minutes 1 sallow face, surrounJed by turbulent masses of frizzy black hair. I?aned over the hand rail of the stairs tnat led up to the next floor. In about five minutes the sallow face and frizzy hair reappeared, and the woman began to apologize profusely. Mr. Mallett stood politely silent, hat in hand, until she seemed to have ended her speech, when he presented the envelope given him by Babette, with the name and address of the photographer of the gravestone. The talkative lady took it over to the light and spelled it out laboriously, and then turned again to Mr. Mallett, and rattled off another little incomprehensible speech, interspersed with numberless ejaculations of astonishment. Seeing at last that he did not understand a word of what she was saying, she pointed to the address in her hand, and 6aid slowly in Spanish: "My father." Mr. Mallett understood that, for pointing in his turn to the envelope, ha asked: -Where?" She smiled pleasantly, motioned to him to reseat himself, and went upstairs looking once or twice over her shoulder to nod and smile at him reassuringly. Could it be that the man he was in search of was here in this house? He could hear an animated conversation going on somewhere in the rooms above, and he recognized the voice of the woman and the tones of a man. Presently there came to him an elderly Spaniard, with something of the dandy still clinging to him in the shape of waxed mustaches and perfumed hair." Still, the signs of decay that abounded throughout the place showed themselves even here in the ancient fop's frayedT4 jacket and will-worn shoes. To Mr. Mallett's surprise and relief he at once opened the conversation in passable French. "Monsieur wishes to see me? He has cvideutly come a long way for that purpose. I am charmed, flattered and abashed all at one time charmed and flattered to receive any one who comes a distance to pay homage to art." He put his hand oa his heart and bowed with the air of a prince. His belief that Mr. Mallett had come to visit and compliment art in his person was so evidently genuine that the sensitive gentleman felt almost unhappy to have to undeceive him; but time was pressing. He had none for the observance of unnecessary politeness. He took the little photograph from his pocketbook and held it toward Castellan. "I believe you took that picture. Now, I want you to tell me where the grave of which this is a picture is to be found, how you came to take the photograph, whom you took it for, and any other circumstances you can remember in connection with it." The Spaniard leaned forward with his hands on his knees to look at the photograph, but he did not attempt to touch it. He stared at it earnestly while Mr. Mallett was speaking, and, when he had finished, he looked up with a scared face as he answered: "I said something was wrong about that affair at the time, and now my words are coming to pass. I did not like the job, I can assure you; I have an nn'.ipathy to graves and coffins and all that reminds one of death, and I would not have taken that picture for untold gold, but that I was enslaved by the beauty of the lady who asked me to do it. Monsieur has not seen such another tall, shapely, with eyes, hair and skin perfect, and her voice soft and sweet like a silver bell, .ue coaxed me to do it against my will, and I crept into the village graveyard one morning at 3 o'clock with my camera,, before even the busy sisters were out of their cells, and took the picture for her. You may see how imperfect the picture Is, how many blemishes it has, and you must not judge of my usual work by it, for my hand shook with fear " The soul of tho artist was ousting the shade of the aristocrat. "Never mind the blemishes. Senor Castellan," interrupted Mr. Mallett. "The photograph Is good enough for my purpose. I want you now to tell me the name of the lady who gave you the order, the name of the convent where the grave is, with directions for getting there." Castellan's hands went up in dismay. "You cannot get there! It would be sacrilege. No man is permitted to enter the gates but on two days In the week, for a couple of hours at visiting time, you understand, when the holy sisters are all shut In their cells at prayers." "Still I must get to see that grave before sunset to-night, and I will give two hundred francs to any one who will help me." "Two hundred francs! It Is a large sum here in Villa Silentio. There Is a servant woman who does the errands for the convent ladles, with whom I am acquainted, who might be induced " He paused thoughtfully. "That is settled then. And now how far is it, and how are we to get there?" Mr. Mallett asked, rising briskly from his chair. Castellan motioned him back to his seat. "You must leave this to me entirely, monsieur. One ill-considered step might balk your plan, and rob the servant and me of our reward. It must be done during vespers. If at all; and in the mean: time I acxt lee this woman and make sr plans. It is now two, and, if I might advise refreshment and rest before we start on our expedition, monsieur would be more fitted for it." "One moment," said Mr. Mallett, as CastiSan rose to call his daughter to their guest. "Tell me the name of the content before 70a go." "It Is called the Convent of the Holy Assumption, and It is but fire minutes' vrali frca here."

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dered that pnotograpnr Ah, that I never knew! My accomplice managed all the business part of the affair, as she will do now, and the lady's name was never mentioned." Senor Castellan went through the front door into the market place, pausing on the threshold, with his fingers on his lips, to say: "Until six and a quarter then, au revoir. (To be continued.) THE SAVING MOTIVE. American Young People's Methods of Untertainins Are Saved by It. The girls are missionaries' daughters. Their parents are Americans, but Helen and Belle were bora in Asia, and never visited the land of their fathers and mothers until a year or 30 ago. They have been attending school, but they have seen a good deal of social life, too, and now that they are preparing to return to the East, their friends have been curious to know what impressions they are taking home. "I wasn't pleased at first " says Helen, the elder and more sedate, "The first thing I noticed here was. the extraordinary habit the young men have Of forcing food Upon one. It seemed that their Idea of entertaining a girl w as to buy her something to eat. Any little outing at any time of day was made an excuse for luncheon, and if you consented to lunch, you were expected to eat enough for a full dinner. "I puzzled over this until I happened to recall the wicked old saying that 'The way to a man's heart is through Lis stomach,' and then I fancied I understood. 'Nice things to eat are all they think about,' said I to myself, 'and so they take It for granted that aa elaborate meal will please a girl. " "Then Helen turned cynic," Belle Interrupts, with a ripple of laughter. "No, not just then," Helen continues. "But I began to notice what manner of entertainment the girls offered their friends, and I found that girls wbo were popular seemed to encourage young men to talk about themselves. Of course I reasoned backward then, as I had In the other Instance. The girls were egotists, I argued, else they would not have ministered to the concelt of persons they wished to please. That did make me cynical." "Since the young men were gluttonous, and since the girls were egotistic, Helen wanted to know what hope there was for the United States!" Belle explains. "Exactly. I was very gloomy about it for a while. Belle brought me to my senses," Helen adds, with an affectionate glance at her cousin. "She sot Impatient, I suspect. She asked me one day how It was that these 'greedy young men were so anxious to spend money for other people, and why these 'vain and conceited' girls were so willing to let their friends' affairs take the conspicuous place. "I couldn't answer that question until at last it dawned upon me that I had never been getting below the surface. The underlying truth was that the young man offered you luncheon because he was a generous man; and the girl who encouraged her friends to talk about themselves was showing herself large-minded and unselfish. Possibly some of the talk seemed petty, and perhaps the tribute of food coarse; but the Important thins was that the motives were sound and sweet" Youth's Companion. A Chimney-Swift's N.st. On? morning late in June I climbed to the top cf our house to lok around tbe country. I bad not been there long when I I'elt a rush of air on my head and I saw a chimney-swift. Improperly called a chimney-swallow, flying away for another swoop at me. I then realized that I must be near its nest, and, looking down a chimney near by, I saw, after my eyes bad become used to the light, a nest within three feet of the top with five pure white eggs about a half an Inch long in it. It was the first time I bad ever known a chimney-swift to build so near tbe top of a chimney, for usually It builds some few feet down where there is a bend which keeps out the rain that would soften the glue with which the nest is held together. I thought it would be interesting to take a picture of the nest, and this being 6uch a good chance, I did so, much to tbe dislike of the birds, who kept making swoops at me. The nest of a chimney-swift is net made, like that of most bird?, of hair, leaves, or grass, but of small twigs which the swift gathers while flying, and which are stuck together with the bird's saliva, which is glutinous. It is very interesting to watch a swift, which is a remarkably good flier. It ne cr seems to tire and never rests except when it is on the nest. It Is on the wing all the day and is said sometimes to fly a thousand miles in twenty-four hours. Chimney-swifts are good friends of the fire insurance companies because they knock the soot down and make it less easy for the chimneys to catch fire. St. Nicholas. A Dojes Work. What's in a phrase? If we really "worked like a dog" all day we should spend the twenty-four hours thus: One hour digging a woodchuck from a wall, two hours worrying a bone, half an hour begging "the folks" to take us downtown and the rest of the time sleeping on a mat in the cool doorway. Home and Abroad. Strong Force. "I sec," said the pretty girl, "that some literary critic claims that a great many poems appearing these days are forced. What would force a poet to write verse?" "His appetite or bis landlady," replied the young man who sold rhymes at space rates. Comes Natural, "Mrs. Graftleigh's little boy Is awfully polite, Isn't he? I called on his mother this afternoon and when I took my departure he told me to call again." "Yes. He has heard his father say It to the bill collectors so many times." Detroit Tribune. Genuine. "I have seen several 'wild men' remarked the lady who had been through the Midway, "but I don't believe there are any real ones." "You are mistaken," replied her friend. "You should see my husband when he finds breakfast Is ten minutes late." Adulterated Ground. Customer Are you positive that was pure ground coffee you sold me last week? Grocer Of course I am. What mkes you doubt it? Customer Oh, nothing only there was some gravel In the ground. Man proposes and later on he Is apt to wonder how he managed t3 ntti inch a fool of himself,

The Broken Iliiffnsemenl. It takes two to make a quarrel," so runs an old saying, but one might supplement It with the remark that one person is quite sufficient to keep open the breach. When lovers quarrel each promptly sets bin self or herself to consider whose place it Is to take the first step toward reconciliation. Naturally, in nine cases out of ten, they decide that they themselves are the Injured party and should be sued for forgiveness. Thus it often happens that two foolish and obstinate young people, each dearly loving the other, make their lives wretchedly miserable because they will cot sacrilice a little of then false dignity and pride to make the necessary advances. Do not stop to consider whose place it is to take the first step toward reconciliation. That is but a trilling matter compared with the unhappiness which the quarrel is causing both. Ou word, one little look, is all that :s necessary in the majority of cases to bring two fond hearts together again. If love is to nourish between two people they must not only each be slow to take offense, but be willing and glad to pardon at the first and faintest sign of penitence. It is no sign of love for a girl to maintain that her lover, who has offended her. is entirely in the wrong, and insist that he must come to her and ask for forgiveness. There is more honor and credit due to the girl who makes the first advance than one who magnifies it by expecting him to make au apology before shows any signs of reconciliation. It may be more satisfactory to her pride to adopt the latter method, but it is unworthy of a true lover. Mathilde Serao, wife of a Naples editor, is one of the most popular Italian novelists extant. Mrs. Julia 1 Williams has for thirty-eight years been keeper of the Santa Barbara, Cal., lighthouse. Mme. Emma Calve, the famous singer, had a famous French sculptor prepare a design-for her tomb four years ago. Mrs. Astor is said to be the most methodical woman in society. If her dinner is announced at S o'clock it begins ou the dot. Mrs. Alice Bollius of San Francisco Is one of the few successful womeu gold seekers of the Klondike. She is rated as a millionaire. Mrs. Gondel, the 45-year-old wife of a Hamburg millionaire, has been married twenty-live years and has presented her husband with thirty-three children. She has had five ets of triplets. Wafer am Ilcautifler. While womeu run after each new thing in the way of face creams and complexion beautilicrs, a very simple aid to good direction, and hence to a clear, pretty skin, goes unappreciated aud unused right at their hand. It is simply water, of which very few women drink one-quarter as much as they should do In the course of a day. To do its work properly the liquid should be taken between meals, and at least three pints or six ordinary glasses a day should be the average of an adult. A woman whoso skin is the envy of others, and who is believed by many to resort to all sorts of "beauty" devices, attributes it entirely to the plentiful use of water, both internally and externally. She drinks it a glassful at a time almost every hour. Hot water, if taken a cupful on rising and another when going to bed, will help to reduce the weight of a stout person. Cold water, unless taken with meals, will not increase flesh, but has a tendency to harden aud make it firmer. "Winter Vialtlner Gown. Blue veU-et with corselet skirt and bolero trimmed with Persian embroidery, and lace chinchilla toque. Clennslnc lUack Silk. The silk must be thoroughly brushed and wiped with a clean cloth, then laid on a table and well sponged with hot coffee, entirely freed from sediment by being strained through muslin. Tho work Is done on khe side intended to show, then the silk is allowed to become partially dry and ironed on the wrong side. The coffee removes every particle of grease and restores the brilliancy of the silk without imparting to it the shiny appearance or papery stiffness obtained by using other liquids. Time Spent at a Mirror. German statisticians with no great burden of serious work on their shoulders Lave' been calculating what part of a woman's life Is spent in looking at herself In a mirror. She begins as a rule at six years. From six to ten she has a dally average of seven minutes. From ten to fifteen she devotes a quarter of an hour to her glass. At twenty she certainly spends thirty minutes dally admiring herself, and when past twenty a whole hour. The statisticians are tactful enough;

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THREE STYLISH GOWNS

1. Pale blue chiffon, with chiffon rosebuds and a flower design in blue spangles. 2. ltuby chiffou velvet, with panel of lace and laee half sleeves. T. Yellow chiffon taffeta, with design of hand embroidery and spangles.

not to say when a woman begins to take less Interest In her personal aipearanet, but women more than sixty years old do not, they say, siend more than ten minutes dally at their mirrors. All this time reckoned ui it is a simple sum in multiplication makes 7,000 hours, or about teu months, at the mirror. Then they proceed to compare the time which a man a Cerman devotes to this occupation, and come to the conclusion that his average Is seven months. Milwaukee Free Press. Women Should I-nnli. Womn laugh too little, says a writer. Whether this is due to their lack of humor or to childhood's training in gentle manners may be questioned. Certain it is that a hearty laugh in a woman's voice i3 rare music. An audience of women rustles with amusement, but seldom laughs. A group of girls giggle, but do not laugh. A woman reading the most brilliantly humorous story seldom gets leyond a smile. When Sir Walter Kesaut, in his cleer skit, "The Revolt of Man," pictured the time in the twentieth century when women should have usurped all power political, ecclesiastical and social be shrewdly noted that laughter bad died out of England; and when men revolted against their feminine tyrants they came back to their own with peals i f laughter. A Paris doctor has recently opened a place for the laughter cure. It is a private institution, aiid large fees are charged. The patients sit around a room, and a a given moment begin to smile at each other. The smile broadens to a grin, and at a signal to a ical of laughter. Two hours a day of this healthful exercise is said to cure the worst cases of dysiK'psia. IJut whether tbe habit of laughing easily aud naturally could be acquired by this process is doubtful. Unnecessary Question. Happy is the man in a home with a woman who does not ask unnecessary questions be she wife or sister or mother. A writer in one of her little touches of i description says: "She excelled in the rare art of taking things for granted." Which miaus that when her husband came home tired and hot and irritable she did not deluge him with stupid questions as so many women do, but preserved a discreet silence. "Are you tired, dear?" when anyone with a pair of eyes could see he was dead beat. "Has not it been a scorching day?" when the thermometer has fluctuated from S" to 00. "Can I do anything for you?" when all the poor man wants is to be left in peace. These are not the fallings of a woman who has learned the art of taking things for granted. A wise woman, one who would preserve the love and respect of her mankind, never asks an unnecessary question. A Cure for Nervousness. The man or woman suffering from nervousness should seek the companionship of healthy persons, free from nervousness. The meals ought to be eaten very slowly. All ordinary hygienic rules are to be obeyed. Will exercises are good. The nervous person must, to use a rigtire of speech, spring out of the wann, nervous bed and plunge Into the cold bath of effort. The thing he dreads doing is the very one he should lo. (lue excellent plan for nervous men and women is to atteud a good theater, and watch the demeanor of some seifpossessed actor or actress. Let them Uudy that demeanor, and try to imitate it. It will be something for them to do when attacked by a nervous squall. It will be found better than buttoning or unbuttoning gloves, or Indulging in any other of the purposeless acts so common to the nervous. Don'ti for Hostesses. Don't invite a single visitor to stop u the house unless she Is an intimate friend, who would enjoy being treated ns one of the family. Don't cover the dressing table in the visitor's room with decorative- trifles that will leave her no place for her properties. Don't give vague Invitations; they do not seem, and probably are not intended seriously, aud no one is complimented by a courtesy of that sort. If you really want a visitor, indicate the time or times when you will be free, and leave the invited to fix the date, or even ask the visitor for a definite event. Cleaning Felt Hat. A black felt hat may be cleaned with ammonia and warm water, but light bats must be cleaned with oatmeal heated and applied with a brush,

A white felt hat is cleaned with equal parts of powdered pipe clay and flour: Rub tbe powder over every part of the hat and then brush thoroughly. There is nothing better for cleaning lightcolored felt hats which are only slightly soiled than dry cornmeal rubbed on with a piece of clean flannel.

15 lirowu and green are worn together. So are deep red and pale smokeThe "pork-pie" hat is the latest atrocity. In fact, anything goes that you look well in. Lots of the three-quarter coats are in cutaway style. The loveliest broche dress silks are shown on the counters. A muff of ermine, bordered with sable, is as rich as can be. There's a little hat of vivid sulphurcolor felt for some daring girl. One or two tiny little muCfs appear in the afternoon dress parade. Most women prefer a veil with a single mesh of rather large spaces. Little hats turned straight up in front are worn by pretty women. Long wrinkled gloves of yellow suede meet the short jacket sleeve. IMack gowns are so elaborate this year as to be more striking than colors. Elbow gloves of heavy kid in oxblood red attract a good deal of attention. It is an original woman who hasn't a bit of gold or silver. somewhere ou her hat. The surplice front appears on many modish little bodice jackets for outside wear. The home milliner can buy huge ribbon rosettes with flower centers all ready made. lleoepllon Toilette. Reception toilette of flue broadcloth and figured velvet. Health and Ueauty Hint. Never omit regular bathing in winter, for unless the skin is in active condition the cold will close the pores. Never breathe with the mouth open in slecpiug in a cold room, but establish a habit of breathing through the nose. Never "stand still in cold weather for any length of time in tle outdooi air, especially alter having takeu active exercise, and never stand long on the ice and snow or where the ixsrson is exposed to cold winds. DriiiK tbe Hair. Always dry the hair in the sun. It gives it the gioss and shiny appearance which cannot be had in any other way. Never put the hair up wt, or wet the hair to make it smooth, a It is apt to cause decomposition at the roots, also. to sour the hair. " Shabby Chair Covers. To renovate leather chair covers, rub the leather first with .1 little hot milk. Melt some beeswax iu hot water, add sufficient turpentine to make It the consistency of thin cream. Rub this on tl.e covers aud polish with a soft cloth. The clever cigar rollers of Seville have rivals In the insect world. Iiy the aid of its tiny feet Hie weevil rolls vii.A leaves into a cylindrical shape and hides itself inside.

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WHO'D BE A QUEEN7

Tortures Imposed Upon the First Woman of Spain. Louise of Orleans, as the probable wife of King Alfonso, seems destined to endure the trials of a Spanish Queen. Perhaps there are American gills In Europe, who, now tliat the King of Spain is scanning the continent to diseover which of many prospective brides he will choose, are wishing that there were within their veins a touch of that ro3al blood needed to make possible a union with the Spanish sovereign. They may think that the honors of a Queen, even of poor, despised old Spain, are not to be considered lightly, yet it is doubtful if there is an American girl who could endure without vociferous protest the tortures of mind which are the lot of the first woman of Spain. Her life must be lived so strictly in accordance with rule that there is little of personal freedom left. Just now the court and aristocracy are getting ready for the Queen to be. i ,;: ' ".;. QUEEN OF NORWAY. One hundred ladies for ceremony, "oO women for service, a nobleman's bodyguard, "the Queen's Own." each a sixfooter, "chief grand charges," "grand charges" and "charges" galore, ladies and gentlemen that must walk ahead or behind the majesty or at her her side, or mope in her anteroom, or read her letters, books, newspapers or magazines before she may. Spanish royalty is a plant of such delicate texture that the full-grown man and woman is hedged round and watched and coddled and prevented from doiug things as long as there is life In them. And her majesty will have a grand falconler though there are no hawks in Spain now and a grand huntsman though her steaks and chops and venison are delivered at tbe kitchen door, and a grand fisherman though she may never eat fish; and a grand feeder of the royal swans, a military household, a master of archives, a master librarian, a director general of the horse, a chief architect and marshals and masters and other gold sticks too numerous to count Poor little woman lest she be as self-assertive as Queen Iess. as wise ns Catherine and as diplomatic as Victoria, these empty-headed busybodles will smother her with officiousness and uuder guise of lightening her burdens, keep her occupied with autlquate formalisms twelve hours out of every twenty-four. Since times Immemorial, the finance of a Spanish King receives, immediately after the engagement Is officially announced, a 400-page book enumerating the names, oflices, titles, privileges and duties of her blue-blooded servants to be really her masters. This she must memorize by heart. If she ever failed to remember that a gold stick of the first order has three buttons at the side of his knee pants, while one of the third order has six, or that the mistress of the robe is privileged to unfasten her corsets, while the lady of the bed chamber must not hand her a skirt as long as a royal princess is around to do so, she would LOUISE OF ORLEANS.

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be accounted a failure even if she had the beauty and grace of Mme. Recamier. the wisdom of Mme. de Stiel and the winning ways of Empress Josephine. Nearly all officials of the Spanish court hold offices created by the Burgundy princess in the fourteenth and fifteenth century. In those days the King killed his meat on the hoof; his own employes caught the fish that graced the royal board and the retainers', the majesty was his own candlestick maker, by proxy, of course, the proxies being necessary adjuncts to his household, as managers, cashiers and lobbyists are to-day part and parcel of Rockefeller's staff. In lieu of salaries they were entitled to various privileges and these latter the Spanish court perpetuates to this day, thereby giving work to a lot of nobleman and noblewomen, who, on ceremonial occasions, dress up in strange toggery, and at all times surround the King and Queen, separating them from their subjects. Everything in the King and future Queen's household is regulated according to old, musty laws. The Queen, for instance, must go to bed in winter at 8:30 p. m., in summer at 10 p. m. "I won't," once upon a time a Spanish majesty asserted, stamping her more or less pretty foot The first lady of the bed chamber, to whom the royal will was announced, Informed the mistress of the robes, the latter told the master of ceremony, the third blabbed to the major domo in chief. That officer said there was no answer, but at 8:20 sharp It was in winter then all the grand dames of the household walked Into the Queen's chamber. This one knelt down to take off her shoes, that one undid her hair, a third pulled off her stockings, a fourth unfastened her dress, a fifth took the jewelry out of her ears, etc. And, with her majesty kicking, clawing and screaming, the undressing brigade proceeded without saying: b. single word. At 850 she was aerially deposited In her bed. Tba Queen of Spain most o&j ber

prayers at tbe hours appointed by some Burgundy princess in tbe fourteenth century, but what Is worse, twelve ladies of the bluest blood will watch over her, listening to her every breath and rushing In every time she chooses to cough or get up. This dozen dames appear in tbe palace at 11 o'clock every evening, rain or shine, and is escorted: by the corps of halberdiers to tbe anteroom, adjoining the side of the bedwhere her majesty sleeps. And there they sit until sunrise on little stools without backs, praying and pricking" up their ears, you may Le sure. The same "service" Is performed by twelve gentlemen In the opposite ante-room, that Is, the one adjoining the side of the bed where Alfonso reposes. Aside from the Inner guards a sentinel watches every single door iu tho palace, while tbe colonel of tbe Swiss Bodyguard makes tbe rounds once an hour, a naked sword In his right hand, a bunch of keys and a lantern in his left. Tho Queen of Spain has, for ordinary use, a bodyguard consisting of a battalion of infantry, a battery and twenty-five mounted men. This little army watches over ber safety when she drives out or promenades in the park, and she never durst sot her foot out of doors without giving notice to the armed contingent rcsiKnsible for her welfare. If her only child was dying she would not be allowed to leave tbe palace to go to bis bedside until her household troops have leen osted along the route ber carriage must take. The sH-ond illustration shows tbe consort of King Haakon VI. of Norway, and youngest daughter of Edward VII. Of England, at I red In the national dress of tin northern kingdom over which she reigns with her husband.

DIVORCE IN CANADA. In curly Forty Year only Ti7i lie reo Have Uecn lued. The Episcopal Church in Canada has settled the question of the remar riage cf divorced persons by absolutely forbidding its clergy to remarry any divorced person while the former husband or wife is still living, says the Chicago Record-Herald. This is naturally taken as an encouraging symptom by the advocates of a similar reform in the church in this country. If Canada can set so high a standard why not the Unlt'.-d States? When one compares the conditions which confront the churches in the two countries, however, the answer will not stem so simple. Fortunately oflicial statistics for Canada published by the Dominion government are available. In the year 1W1 five divorces iu Ontario and one in Quebec were granted by act of Parliament. In thr. other provinces 13 judicial divorces were granted. The total for all Canada in 11XU was ID. In the 37 years, 1808 to 1904. inclusive, the total number of divorces of all kind granted In Canada was 3.V. In addition to these a total of nine Judicial separations and "decrees nisi" were granted iu that period. Tho mimlcr of divorced men and women, both natives and Immigrants, living In Canada in 1D01 was Oil, or, as the statistical year book carefully points out, VIZ in every 100.000 of the population. There is hardly a judge in the most remote county of the United States who does not grant as many divorces a year as all the parliaments and judges of all Canada. We have no figures of annual divorces granted, but our last census showed 190,Sn divorced persons living in the country, and this figure takes no account of the divorced persons already remarried. The figure just given would be on the basis of 'Ji in the lOO.OoO. Wo All Henry' Fault. Your. Henry's fractured, mother dear. Upon the gridiron sporty; His feet betwixt the goal posts near, At fourteen yards he left an ear, A collarbone at forty. A doctor now, with loving care. His cartilage is tacking; They say he will not miss his hair. And nearly all his ribs are there. Though several bones are lacking. He I10M1 his thorax with n croan. And -ays it hurts a little; His coaches say, in awe; truck tone. They'd not have done it had they known That Henry was so brittle. They say that Henry didn't lack The talent and the training; At half he wns a craekerjack You couldn't make a quarter back Of wfiat there is remaining. Alas! he had the proper stuff. Though rather tall and slender; And though his fate is somewhat rough 'Tis not because the game's too tough. Hut lleury Is too tender. : Montreal Star.

A Worm In a Stone. A remarkable find was made bjr workmen blasting stone at IHnekbum,' Scotland. A stone weighing a ton and n half was split oien and a living: worm was found embedded in it, lelnglocateil ten inches from the outside at the nearest ioInt. The reptile measured, according to an unmistakable Impression left Iu tbe stone, seven Inches long. Immediately on exposure It wriggled about in a lively fashion and contracted Itself until it measured only about four Inches. The worm Is of tbe ordinary type. The stone was obtained from a stratum of acres of solid rock nt a depth of 100 feet below the surface, where the presence of bowlders Indicates that it belongs to the glacial period, Comprntalton. - . Totatoes In Greenland are no larger than marbles," remarked the person who makes irrelevant remarks. "Well." answered the man who refuses to be surprised, "there's compensation In all things. I have no doubt that 'in summer the Greenland ice man leaves much larger lump than we get." Washington Star.

A Dlscouraiced Orator. "I suppose," said the sardonic friend, "you will spend a lot of time ns usual trying to catch the speaker's eye." "No," answered the prolix memberof Congress, I don't want to catch, his eye. If I ever get a chance to talk it will be when he is not looking. Washington Star. A Self-Evident Pact. "A prominent oculist says he never aw a pair of perfect eyes," said th woman who reads the newspapers. "That," replied Miss Cayenne, "merely proves that the prominent oculist wis never in love," Washington Star. As Foon as a man gets rich enough to have fire all over the house, ha burns the claims he made all through life that it is healthier to sleep In a cold room.