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B4Cii'iA,a'i'ra'attac.m'rr.m In th eseti CHAPTER II. Whon Mnrgarot entered tlio Httlo Blttlng-room, allotted to licr by her landlady In Spottlswoodo street, It ap peared to her no If sho wcro In n new world, breathing n now air. How dull and dingy that Blttlng room had looked to her formorly, with its droary noutral-tlntcd papor, Its faded carpot, Ita shabby haircloth sofa and chairs! Now It might almost havo been paradlso, so bright and Joyous wcro the eyes that looked round on It. Margaret sat down by the llttlo round tablo and covered her eyes with her hand. "I thank Thee. O God!" Tho whis per camo from tho very depth of her soul, and Margaret Crawford believed In God with all hor ooul. "Thou has been good good to mo. Thou has given mo tho beat of all earthly gifts." Tho door behind hor opened abrupt ly, and Margaret looked up with a ctart as her landlady, a somewhat vinegary spinster, cntorcd. "You'ro In, Miss Crawford? 1 didn't know what to do about that telegram; It camo Just aftor you loft at 1 o'clock." "A telegram? I havo not scon any telegram!" exclaimed Margarot, a thrill of fear passing quickly through hor, and dispelling tho Joy and hopo that had boen thrilling hor wholo be ing. "Whoro Is it, Miss Tait?" "Thoro it Is on tho mantelpiece I thought you couldn't fall to boo it thero tho Instant yoi camo in," re torted Miss Talt, with some roproach in hor tono. Tho yellow cnvolopo was indcod in a prominent position; but Margaret's oyes ha'd been too full of bright visions to notlco It. Sho seized it and hastily toro it open. It was brief; but each word Bank Into Margaret's head llko a drop of cold, heavy lend: "Your father very 111. Como at once. No time to bo lost. Adamson." Mnrgurot'8 first feeling was ono of sharp, Intolerable anguished rcgrot for the thoughts that had been occupying hor mind only a few minutes ago, at tho very moment, perhaps, when her father was struggling with his last breath; her second, a feverish dcslro to ruHh to him, or to what remained of him, at once. Sho raised hor face, and oven Miss Talt was struck by tho expression of whlto, stricken anguish upon It. "It is my father; ho Is vory ill. I must go at onco," said sho, her lips set together in a lino of palo resolu tion. "Ml8n Talt, can you help mo7 Tell mo whon I can got a train to Bol ton." "I fear not until night now, Miss Crawford," said tho landlady, She hurried away and camo back to oay thoro was ono at 0 o'clock, not sooner. It was not yet G, Margarot rushed out to send a tele gram, thon camo back to put a fow things away In a bag. Tho landlady brought in her tea, and sho tried to swallow a llttlo, fooling that sho must keep up hor strongth at any cost. How thoso slow hourB of Intolornblo waiting passod Mnrgarot never nftor wards know; nor how sho got through tho dismal night Journoy, with tho tor rlblo fears, regrets, and overwhelming Bonso of sorrow that woro pressing so hard upon her. But, "Do tho day short, or bo tho day long, At last it rlngeth to ovensong." And at last Margaret found horsolf, in tho nilddlo of tho night, at hor des tlnutlon. Sho took a cab and diovo straight to tho houso, sltuatod in ono of tho plcasantcst partB of tho smoky Lancashire town, In which hor fathor lived. It was a small houso, presided ovor by a mlildlo-agod housekcepor. James Crawford was by no moans in tho in flucntlal position Miss Mlnnlo Whyto had usalgnod to him. Ho was merely tuo teller In n bank thoro, and his in come was small. As soon as Margarot rang tho bell thero was tho sound of hasty footsteps within, and tho round, comely faco of Jano Adamson appeared in tho door way as tho door opened. "Oh, Miss Margarot, I'm glad to sco you!" "My fathor, how is ho?" oxclalmod Margarot. Hor volco sounded low and hoarso; hor throat wns parched with tho long Journoy and hor own fovorlsh anxiety. "Still living, thank Cod! and still ablo to speak; but ho's boon calling out for you ovor since ho took bad, Miss Margarot, and I haven't known what to do with him," answered tho good woman. "It's llko as it ho'd a something preying on h!e mind, Miss Margarot. "What is wrong with hfcu7 Has tho doctor said?" "Ho nays It's his heart. It's quite worn out, and won't do fta work, ho says. Ho hod n torriblo attack today whon l sent the telegram, and wo thought ho was gono; but ho got over that, and ho has had ono or two Blnco, Ho's gattlng woakor by dogreos, tho doctor says." "I'll go In at onco," said Margaret, ftlaglnv Dft hor hat and cloak. "No, Jano, nothing to eat JuBt now. I will havo something presently." Sho opened hor fathor's door nolso lessly. and entered. "Is that you, Jano?" asked a feeble voice. "Has my daughter not como yet? Oh, Ood grant :ho may come bo- lore I die!" Crowing the room quickly, Margaret D A Story Illustrating the Horrors of War Dy 11. D. WELSH.... was nt his side, and, bending down, kissed tho grey, chilly lips. "It la I, dear father," sho said gently. "I came 03 Boon na I could. I would havo been hero long beforo If I could havo got a train; but I am here, and shall not leave you now." Thank God!" said tho fecblo voice. Margaret, drawing back a llttlo, could plainly sco death written on tho cold, grey faco, In tho dulling eyes, on 'the damp forehead. Sho had left hor father a fow months ago a halo, hearty men, whoso hair was hardly yet touched by tlmo; sho camo back to And him dying. Jnme3 Crawford's had never been the faco of a strong man, and thero was llttlo resemblanco between father and daughter; yet he had been hand some, and In his youth he had been a popular man after tho kind called "good fellows." And two women had loved him much lib wife, who had died many years ago, nnd his daugh ter, who had always had for him thnt kind of proectlng love which n strong woman gives to n weak man, oven though sho bo his daughter. Sho knelt besldo him now, soothing him with hands of tenderness and womanly comfort; hut the dying man tossed restlessly from sldo to sldo. "GIvo mo something to strengthen mo, Meg," ho Bald, calling her by tho old namo no other had ever given her. "Thero Is something on tho tablo thero; It will glvo mo strength for a few minutes to toll you what I havo to toll." Margaret poured out a llttlo of the liquid and held It to his Hps. A faint glow camo Into tho groy face and dim ming eyes, and in a fow seconds ho began to speak, in low but distinct tones. "I havo a confession to mako, Mar garet, beforo I die. I cannot go Into tho othor world, Into tho presenco of Inflnlto Holiness, with so great a sin unconfesscd. It Is a fearful thing to dlo, Meg. Ono would willingly glvo all ono possesses, or ever did possess, to undo all tho past then; but wo can notwo cannot! Oh, my God, thero Is no forgiveness of sins in that sense none, nono!" A terrible sickening fear had slowly risen Jn Margaret's heart as ho spoke. Was it truo, then what had always beer Bald about her father? If so, it scorned to Margaret at that moment as if sho desired nothing clso but to llo down and dlo besldo him; but tho next moment her womanly deslro to help, to comfort tho poor repentant soul camo with full forco upon her and sho laid her hand gently on his broast. "Doar, dear fathor, whatever you havo dono, whntover Bin you havo been guilty of, thoro is forgiveness." Tho dull eyes looked nt hor with a pitiful expression of appeal. "If I had mado restitution I might then hopo for pardon; but I havo mado none. I havo lived as It I had nover dono thnt fearful wrong. Margaret, listen whllo I toll It, for tlmo Is grow lng short." "But why toll it, dear?" sho ploadod gently, closo to his car. "Do I not know already what It was? You wero guilty two years ago, as peoplo some times said." "No, no!" ho said, with a gasp. "You nro mistaken mlstakon, Meg It was not thnt. I was guiltless thoro; I know nothing of tho fraud." "Thank Godl" cried Margaret quick ly. But tho weak, chill, tremulous hand stopped hor. "Guiltless of that; but a grcator sin lies on my shoulders, Margarot. Yes, far greater, because tho man I robbed trusted mo aB his own brother yes, oven to tho end. "Listen, for I must speak quickly It Is ton years since It all happened, Margaret. I was thon manager of tho branch of tho "Western bank In Glas gow, as I wns later on. You woro only a school girl of 12 at the time I had an old friend who had been a schoolmato years ago. Ho had boon abroad, but had como homo soma months beforo. and ho called to seo mo. Ho told mo he had a large amount to invest it Is not necessary to say how much. At that tlmo, Margaret. I was In desporato straltB. I know that If money waB not forthcoming vory shortly I should lose my position, for tho bank depended vory much on this branch of It, and I had been sent to work up a connection. "My friend wlshd to Invest his money in uomo mining shares, but meantlmo, for nojurity, placed It with me. A tcrrlblo tomntatlon solzed me. If I could tinly Bocuro this inonoy I could koop tho bank afloat. "An opportunity camo. Tho dovll always sets Buch opportunities for mon. Ono day my Irlend'a son, young Cloland " A strango sound, half cry, half sob, broko from Margaret's lips; but tho dying man did not honr It. He went on, taking no notlc of Margaret "Young Clolnnd called at tho bank. IIci had a check, payable to himself from Ins father, Ho presented It. and I paid It. "wnen no wob gono the dovll on tored into mo. By ono stroko of tho pen I could transfer John Cloland's fortune to myself at least, suirtclont of it to eavo my purpose. I yielded to the temptation; I fell. "When John Cloland called I gave him his son's check, with tho altered amount cntorcd In It. He looked nt It, then, without a word, rushed from tho ofllco llko a madman. Shortly afterward I heard that ho had died Immediately on reaching home. The doctors said It waa from shock acting on a dceased heart: but who can know? Who can tell7 "And then again, nftcr tho first shock, temptation camo to mo. No ono knew of tho transaction; ho had not seen his son after leaving me. Tho fraud would never bo discovered if I kept silence, for Cloland had told mo no one know what amount ho was worth, not oven his wife. Margaret, I robbed the dead. I kept that money; I saved my roputatlon nnd my posi tion; nnd the widow and children had tho remainder of tho money which had been committed to my charge. For ten years that sin has been upon my conscience; but, 'as time passed, restitution nnd confession be- camo moro and moro Impossible. Gof. nlono knows how fearful my qualms have been, yet I kept silence. I havo dono nothing to atone. My God! I have Bold my soul for that mlscrablo twenty thousand! I am lost to all eternity!" . Ills volco sank, coming now only In gasps, ard a tcrrlblo groyness over spread his face; his breathing became fearfully laborod, and every breath ho drew seemed almost to bo tho last. Margaret, hor own faco palo and set, looking hardly less deathly than tho dying man, bent over him and onco moro held tho strengthening liquid to his Hps. But now It seemed to havo but Httlo effect. LIfo had ebbed too far to bo brought back; It was already almost merged In tho shoreless sea of eternity. But ono thing Margarot must know; ono thing sho must bo sure of, ero tho eternal silence fell. Father," sho whispered and no ono hearing that terrible, hollow whis per would havo thought It namo from Margaret Crawford "let mo try to mako restitution, atonement. Only toll mo ono thing what Is tho namo of tho son of whom you spoke?" Tho fast glazing eyes looked at her as if uncomprohendlngly for a mo ment; tho dying man struggled for breath. "His namo Is Paul Cloland. Ho lives " Then tho volco died away Into a whisper, and thero was no more. A long, long breath, then a pause, another, a choking sigh, and tho sin ning soul had passed over into tho presenco of tho Judge. And Margarot Crawford, with no tears, but a faco of whlto agony and despair, knelt by the dead. (To bo continued.) SERIES OF ACCIDENTS Happened to it Young Woman When Sho Took Hor Walk. This is nn observant young man's nccount of what haponed to a young woman as sho walked for two blocks down Charles street In front of him on Snturday: Sho dropped hor pockot- book and scattered to the four winds at least fifty cards and slips of papor. Tho extremely high heel on her shoo turned and sho walked on her anklo for a space. This happened four times In tho two blocks. Tho wind wrapped, tho train of her gown around her and nearly sent her headlong to the pave ment. Sho tripped over hor gown In front. Tho brepzo unfastened tho ond of her veil and slapped Irer In tho eyo with It. Sho ran Into a harmless and highly unobjectionable old gentleman because Bho woro hor hat so far over hor eyes that sho couldn't see pooplo coming toward her. Sho lost her handkerchief out of hor sloove. Now, this young woman, tho observant man declares, wasn't particularly awk ward; sho was Just a smartly dressed girl In tho year of graco 1900, taking a walk, presumably for hor health, nnd battling with some of tho fashions of tho aid drtnio has sent upon us re cently, and which aro almost as bad as a plaguo of flics. Indcod, tho criti cal young man declares that It seems to him women nro much moro nd vanced in thought than they aro in' dress, and thnt It's a pity a club hasn't been formod to hasten tho oxlt of high heels and trains; but, thon, he's a moro man, and, thoroforo, not worth any consideration on such a subject. Baltlmoro News. Ami No Wonder. A good story is told of a madman who was confined In a Scottish luna tic asylum, and without particular In flrmlty wa3 an unshnkablo belief that every day wns Christmas1 day, and that ho was dining sumptuously on turkey or roast beef and a good sllco of plum pudding. His real diet, how ever, was of tho plainest, he being served twice dally with n dish of oat moal porrldgo. Aftor dally describing to his attendants tho pleasuros he had ta&ted In his cut of turkey or what not, ho as regulnrly added: "Yet, Bomohow or other, ovorythlng that oat tastes of porrldgo." Loudon Tlt- Blts. Undo Bam In Third. Of tho $18,000,000,000 worth of com merco dono by all tho nations of the world, England's shnro Is 18.3 per cent Germany's 10.8 por cent, and 9.7 por cent falls to tho lot of tho Unltod States. So states United States Con jwl Winter of Annaborg, in a report , tho state department, comparing the iitlvo positions of tho three leading countries In the trndo markets of the glouo. It all of tho art shops turned out art, what would the old masters do? iiti ii' Hi Ik Hi ir: ii' Tho farmers of tho United States aro now in tho midst of their warfaro gainst tho manifold' pests that each year threaten nnd in many cases prac tically destroy their crop3. Tho In tensity of tho combat can hardly bo recognized by thoso not engaged In it. Sixty years ago noxious Insects were comparatively few In this country, nnd It was only In cortaln years that thero was anything llko an organized effort to destroy them. But they havo boen tcadlly spreading and increasing until they form a gigantic evil and dangor, which even modern sclcnco today stands In awo of. If sclenco had not kept paco with tho growth of tho dan- cr tho farmers of tho Unltod States would not reap a crop of grains, fruits, or other farm produce sulllclcnt to keep one-tonthof our population sup plied with food nnd clothing. Tho famlno in India would bo nothing to such n catastrophe Insect lighting is now reduced to n science, and elabor- to preparations, costing in tho aggre gate hundreds of thousands of dollars, havo been dovlsed for tho warfare. Tho first part of tho campaign opens in tho atter part of May and Is against tho currant worms. righting (tin Sawfly. The sawlly bcslns Its work earlv In tho spring, and tho flics that have win tered with us boKln to fly about nnd lay their eggs on tho goosobcrry and currant hushes. Tho thousands of in sects that this fly hatches out make an evil of tho greatest lmnortanco. and oftorts nro now being made to de stroy tho sawlly whonever found. Sometimes tho currant bushes are eprayed to destroy the eggs, but as a rulo nothing can bo dono until tho worms hatch out. They appear on tho goosoberry bushes llrst. and a fow days later on the currant3. Thousnnds of them seem to appear suddenly on an S1U03, nnd tno rarmor sprays them with n force pump which squirts over tho busho3 a kero3ene emulsion of hel lebore nnd soap. Day nftcr day this emulsion must be thrown on tho bushes until tho worms aro killed. Then, whon tho first battlo to save tho currants nnd gooseberr!o3 Is won, now foes appear in other parts of tho gar den, and a new lino of battle must bo nrcnarod. Over In tho cherry nmi plum orchard tho dread curcullo has ocgun to hatcli out, nnd tho enemy is swarming in h03ts on tho trees. What iii H The Young Aan's Chances An exchange remarks that among tho many great questions In disputo is that ono whether .li 13 worth whllo for a boy to get himself born in theso days of competition and strenuous life. Aro the chances for young men to mako way in life n3 good as they woro years and years ago, when everything was new and the great expansion of the world's ability and knowledge was Just budding? Thero was a wild we3t In thoso days, open to all who failed to get a grip at homo or aspired to create conditions. Thero woro a thou sand things to Invent and businesses to build up. Thero were roads to build up and mines to wont. Every boy had a dozen chances to mako his' fortune or his fame. Ha3 tho young man such chances now? Old men tell U3 that they asked the samo question fifty years ago, with the samo doubts of tho possibilities. No man then could seo that thoy wcro actually standing at tho door about to open to let thorn Into half n century of progress Buch as tho world had never known. Aro wo not at the door of another cueh? Society Is reinforced from tho bot tom. The magnates, business kings, men of famo and tho rich, are now on tho farm, or in tho shop, qr serving In some hlddon corner, wholly uncon scious of their futuro and very likely struggling with this very question. Thoy aro not in tho palnccs; no liv eried coachman opens n door for them. They are fighting for a chance. If a boy docldcs to lot hlmsolf bo born, ho better bo born poor, on a farm, If pos sible, In close contnet with nature, anyway; even In tho slum wards. But ho must also provide brains. Tho man with untrained eye, and musclo, of dull mind nnd thrtftlecs disposition, will dine from ft tin pall all his llfo, whether tho opportunity is such as that of tho last generation or that of tho next. No favorablo conditions will glvo bralnB to tho brainless, thrift to tho thriftless or Industry, to tho in dolent. Our boy must provide for these, whatever tlmo ho choo33 to ho born in. A boy Is not a surplus product nnd nover will bo, provided ho Is not born In luxury and bred In indolence. His placo will find him it ho does not mako a placo. Thoso who make their placo aro tho most profitable. And no placo on earth affords better opportunities for making way than theso United States today. There is an element of luck, accident, Tf you please, in the success of our young roan, but it takes quick brain and ready hands to seo and grasp tho chance, TM is why our ENEMIES OF FARMERS , tl'AR?ARE ON THO PESTS THAT DESTROY THEIR' CROPS... torriblo warriors theso curcullos aro may bo inferred from tho fact that no poison will kill thorn unless it is mlxod so strong with tho arccnltos that tho follago and Hmb3 of tho trees nro de stroyed by it too. Tho curcullos con sequently laugh at tho spray, nnd swarm in tho orchard with tho bold ness of mailed warriors of old. But something must be dono it they mako their appearance. Large whlto sheets nro prepared for them, nnd theso nro spread under tho trees. Tho trees aro then shaken or Jarred with rubber shod poles thnt reach far up Into tho branches. When dislodged from tho branches tho curcullos roll up in a heap. Whllo in this condition they must be killed, for thoy will soon re cover themselves nnd lly nwny. Fruit and trees aro both stung by tho cur cullos, and when onco stung fruit Is of no marketable use, and tho trees will soon refuso to bear fruit at all. In somo localities tho sparrows and cat birds provo such formidable enemies tp tho cherries thnt wholo orchards havo to bo covered with mosquito net ting. This is flung over tho topB of tho trees and drawn down tight to tho ground so that tho birds cannot got under it. Good netting lasts for two years nnd tho cost Is less than $1 a tree. If tho fruit 13 cholco and tho crop Is n good ono it pays to protect tho cherric3 in this wny from tho bird3, for they often do ns much dnm ngo in puncturing tho fruit ns in eat ing it. Tho Codling Moth. Whllo tho curcullo nnd birds aro making tho cherry nnd plum crop a decidedly unknown qunntlty the cod ling moth has led a host of othor tribesmen into tho applo orchard, striving to steal a march on tho farm er from the roar. This mnth begins its work teforo tho apple petnls fall from tho tree, and when the orchard Is beautiful In its dross of blossoms tho codling moth Is doing its worst damage. Cver theac blossoms poison ous sprar3 of London purplo havo to bo poured, drenching tho flowers with it so that animal or beast eating of them will be killed. But this Is tho only way to save tho applo crop, and the spraying must bo repeated two or three times before tho moth Is de stroyed. The peach orchard is treated in the same way for tho samo injurious insect. boy should provide brains ns well as birth. There was never a tlmo when tho man or woman who can do things better than any ono clso was moro cer tain of recognition. Llfo is not a hop, skip nnd Jump nffalr nnd our young mnn must know this thoroughly. That 13 why ho better seo that ho is born poor. One thing more; ho must bo always preparing hlmcolf for hotter things. Ho who accepts his situation with grumbling and assumcB hopeless ness la dono for from the first. On tho whole, wo think the boy bettor consent to bo born now and determino to entor on life with courage and ambition. If llfo is more strenuous, tho world is wltlcr and pays better. But a chumpl Ho Is no good at any period and of less account now than over. JUst set out to bo somebody and keep at It without ceasing. J or dun Field nt Bloomlnton. Tho trustees of Indiana Stato Uni versity have acceded to tho unanimous request of tho students and faculty of that institution that the now athletic field be called Jordan Field. The namo Is given In honor of Presldont David Starr Jordan of Loland Stanford, Jr., University, who, beforo going to the California Institution, was for twelve years professor and president at Indi ana University. For several years tho creek that separates the new field from tho main campus has been known as tho River Jordan. A Ctrtlllcate of Character. During his tour In Ireland In 1S25, Sir Walter Scott visited Glendalough and Its "show" places, Including St. Kovln's Bed amongst them. Ho was tho first lamo man that over climbed into tho Bed, nnd Mr. Plunkett, son of Lord Chancellor Plunkett, told tho woman guide, after Sir Walter had moved on, that he was a poet. "Poet!" said sho. "Not a bit av him, but an honorable Jlntlcman; ho guv mo half-a-crown." Not Bunlrleiitljr Hlch Church. Tho Boston Transcript tells of ai Episcopal church that is being suod because it la not sufficiently "High church." It nppenra that a certain person left money to this church, with tho provision that tho services Bhould como up to a certain standard of churchmanahlp. Tho minister naa failed, it is claimed, to get at much ritualism Into tho service, and the re sponses of the Seek as t'ao money calls for. A "FLY" QUARTER i i Tho InteroUlnjr TniTeU of a Mutilated Coin. "Havo you over discovered what a small world this is?" said A. J. Fly- jhnlccr, tho other day to a Now York Telegraph reporter. "I have, nnd t havo found that It is imposslblo to get nwny from one's self in it. You don't think so7 Well, I will glvo you Just ono instance of it which you would not bollovo if I could not provo it to you. You seo this quarter," and hero tho speaker displayed a much worn sllvor, plcco upon which wero stamped tho lot- tors "P. L. Y." "Well, thlB Is tho story of how oven a quarter can't get lost. It was in March, 1871, I stamped thoso letters on that coin. It was nt tho tlmo when thoro was a general howl ovor the mutilation of money, and tho street enr lines in Louisville, whero I thon lived, had Instructed their conductors not to receivo anything of tho sort. Being young, nnd eager for trouble, I deliberately stnmpcd tho word 'Fly,' which was then ns now my nlcknnmc, upon this quarter, nnd after a long row forced tho conductor to tako it nnd givo mo chnngc. That was twenty-nlno years ago, and during that time tho coin hna returned to mo seven dif ferent times, tho last being in March Inst, in this city. Tho last occasion of Its return to mo was in San Francisco, three years after I had returned from a tour of tho world, which wound up with ti long stay in Australia, Beforo that I had scon it in Detroit, Now York, Galveston nnd Denver. How it traveled around I don't know, but I am suro f.ho story of its wanderings would bo full of human lntorcst. What I want to tell you nbout, however, is how I camo to got It this last time. I had been in tho habit of stopping in at McCoy's saloon occasionally for a drink, and I was usually served by John Kennedy, tho head bartender. Ho comes from Troy, and last March, on his 29th birthday, he visited his homo there. Beforo returning ho got a bill changed, and among tho coin was this quarter. Ho kept it in his pocket for two or thrco days- after getting back, and thought nothing moro about it un til I happened in. Thon ho told mo ho hnd a coin with 'Fly' on It Ho showed it to me, nnd I recognized it as tho ono I had stamped in Louisville, Just twenty-nlno years before. Tho coin itself was minted in 1857, so it was four teen years old when I stamped it. By comparing notes with Mr. Kennedy it further developed thai I had stamped It In Louisvlllo on tho day ho was born in Troy. Aftor tho coin had been trav eling all over the United States for twenty-nlno years, it falls Into hi3 hands in his native town on his 29th birthday, and he, a casual acquaint ance, brings it to Now York and re turns it to me." WOMAN'S SECOND GROWTH, Hor Most Beautiful and Fruitful Years Are Late In Life. Slnco woman is in tho main but a bundle of paradoxes, It is not so sur prising to hear that a normally healthy womca is younger, mentally and phys ically, at 50 than at 40. The reason Is somewhat recondite, but still ono to bo rendered In plain words. This ro Juvenatlon comes from a sort of sec ond growth ot nervo tissue, or, moro accurately, a now 'arrangement of nervo cells, which takes placo com monly In tho decade between 35 and 45. Tho rearrangement is somewhat analogous to tho root-making of a roso or a flowering shrub. Almost every ono ha3 noted how tho riotous vitality of tho vernal impulse wreaths roso trees in blossom up to the period of midsummer. Then, though tho bloom ing continues laggardly, tho flowers nro poor and small, as though tho tree wero tired of fashioning them and fretful beneath the strain. By and by, as August yields to September, tho flowers, though they may bo fower, Bwell to more than tho glory of spring. Thoy aro truly royal, loose-leafed.long-stemmcd, heavy-headed blossoms full of every virtue size, fragrance, color and endurance. Then tho gardener tell3 you It is because in tho height ot tho warm weather tho roso struck new roots, and Is full of tho rich Juices of a second growth. It Is somewhat tho samo with fruit trees which, indeed, occasionally blossom and lot fall crops of young fruit. Invariably they mako new wood, which, if only it harden sufficiently, is tho best of all wood for either cuttings or grafts because, say tho orchardlsts, "it has moro llfo in It." Grapo vines, too, havo a trick of putting forth now blooms in tho fall. If thoy chanco to bo very abundant, new wine In tho cask which has ceased fermenting often begins again to hiss and bubble. rink Pearl Turni Oreen. SiSattlo (Wash.) Spo. Chicago Tri bune: When Lieutenant Whipple, whllo at dinner at tho Waldorf As toria bit into n poarl of wonderful slzo concealed in a big oystor, ho re covered a gem that has slnco puzzled the lapldarists of tho country. That pearl has recently botrayed Irish ten dencies which aro unaccountable. When first brought to public view it was ot a palo pink hue. This color was supposed to bo tho result of tho baking procoss to which it had beon oxposed. But since then it has gradu ally turned green, until now it looks not unllko a brilliant green pea. lllC liouania. This Is a famous mlno that Is some times referred to as tho Consolidated Virginia. It has had an enormous out put, being one of the richest sliver mines in Amorlcn. It Is locatod at Virginia City, Nov., nnd has tho record of having produced 510,000,000 of sil ver within a year. v. V