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»p cmm cmm ®? FMOTN® Ara MLtLO®R fir CHARLES MORRIS BUTLER. Jfuf/?QS' of 7/je Gevenpe of /few.’yf 7^/ie/ne/t/ 7hage<fi/~3'//r/fo*J*fc, Copyright, 1905. by Charles Morris Butler. CHAPTER XXII.—Continued. Richard Golden rose to his feet. The 1^, shouting ceased, and the people read ily understood that something out of the ordinary was to take place. "Ladies and gentlemen.” Golden be gan. “Are we human beings, or ani mals of low degree?" His very dar ing made him eloquent. “As individu als, have we rights that this body cor porate is bound to respect? In enter ing Paradise as citizens we have vol untarily thrown off the yoke of alle giance to every reigning potentate in the world. We threw off the yoke because we thought our bonds too heavy, the laws too strict, and the privileges too fewr. In vowing alle giance to the king and laws of Paraa dise, we expected more freedom and more rights—we did not expect to be made slaves! If I obey the law, has any one person the right to punish me for nothing. Is the king better than you or I? Is he supreme, the owner, body and soul of the subjects over which he rules? Would I be a man to stand idly by and allow him. or any other man. to strike me and not strike back? I say No! "Ladies and gentlemen! Louis l.ang, the man you see in the arena there covered with blood, incurred the enmity of the king—as you know —by winning the heart and hand of Pearl Huntington, this woman here w hom the king wished to be revenged upon. If there is any law we are bound to respect it is an honorable marriage. It was no honorable mar iage our king wished with this wom n. But Louis Lang, as an honorable jan, saved her from a life of misery aid shame. There is not a married tan among us who would not have tone the same! (Great applause.) ror daring to thwart the king he was •ondemned to work a year in the nines! I claim that not even the ing has the right to condemn an mocent man to slavery for revenge. | deafening. If Golden had been al : lowed to put his proposition instantly ' there could have been but one solu tion to the problem. But before the test was taken. Schiller rose to his feet and began his reply to the ar raignment. CHAPTER XXIII. Schiller Makes a Proposition to Lang. “Before you vote,” said Schiller, ris ing to his feet, and by a gesture with his hand commanding silence, "citi zens of Paradise, allow me to say a word. I have allowed Golden to say his say; now I want mine. Golden has accused me of crimes I am not guilty of. Louis I-ang is a convict; I sentenced him to death, not through spite but because he struck me—me, the king! It is a fit and the only pun ishment for that crime. I did not de tain his wife in my palace, though it is true that she was found at my home. She came to my palace and asked the whereabouts of her father and I told her he was safe. Because she did not see her father, she said. ‘I will not believe it!’ She doubted my word, and said, 'I will remain here until you bring my father to me!’ It was not my place to argue with her; I ordered my guard to remove her. ! While the guard was doing so. I was visited by Lang, Golden and Rogers. I I-ang saw the struggle between the | guard and his wife, and struck him; i I was about to explain to Lang the j circumstance of his wife being in my ! house when the ruffian sprang upon i me and struck me! \ "Even then, under the circum ' stances, I would not have exacted the penalty front l^ang but I was dared to do it by Golden and Rogers, who. no doubt, saw a chance to dare me to do what my conscience forbid me. It is but a put-up scheme to ruin me. I am willing to obey the people; my actions have always been above board, “Every word that he has uttered is a lie!” Last night, after working hard in the mines all day. he came home, expect ing to find his loving wife waiting for him. Was she there? No! Tracing her to the very palace of the king, i^ang dared to tell the tyrant to his face that he was detaining her against her will. Whalen, whose body you see lying in the dust before you, has paid the penalty of less than this with his life. Convict or no convict, 1 would have killed the man. king or subject who would have dared to lay his hands upon my wife. (Applause.) "I maintain that when a man en ters this place and takes the oath of allegiance to our law that he has rights that we are bound to respect. Because we have found it necessary to be here is no sign that we are beasts—human brutes! (Applause.) We are banded together for mutual benefit, not to embrace slavery! l Right! Right!) Dr. Huntington, the doctor who was abducted away from his home and wife and brought here against his will, took the oath of allegiance this morning. He is now a citizen of Paradise as much as you or I. He has never done us any harm; why should he be condemned to serve the rest of his time in our hospital without the privileges usually grant ed to men of talent and honor? If he is 'compelled to remain and work for us, should we not at least attempt to make it pleasant for him in return? At least allow him the privilege of breathing, unfettered, the fresh air once in a while, and sleeping near to one he loves. We should not stoop to revenge. We are not devoid of all feeling! Schiller, though he be king, has no right to torture his helpless victim, and we as men should not al low him to do so. There can no good come from allowing injustice to tram ple upon our laws, and I ask you. the people of Paradise, to grant me the privilege of allowing Dr. Huntington the privilege of our city the same as any other free man. • Louis Lang has paid the penalty for his crime—if crime it may be called—in striking the man who would so far forget himself as to war on women. Now that again he has proven himself a man of nerve , and honor, I would ask you to grant him complete freedom. It appears that the king hesitates to pronounce the victor . free! ju "While I am in the mood of asking | and while the people’s minds are so ' vividly wrought up with the scenes here enacted to-night, 1 wish to ask that the king be deprived of the power of life and death! that we establish a court of justice, wherein, before a man can be sentenced to death, he first shall be tried and proven guilty. There is such a thing as going too far. and I think our king has gone too far in condemning Lang to death without trial. If our king is a true man, he will not object to having his further actions made known; but if he wishes to rule as a tyrant, he plainly shows that he is not a fit per son to rule at all! What is the will of the people?" The applause that greeted Golden at the conclusion of his speech was and if they want me to abdicate, I. for one, am ready to do so:” That was all he said. He felt that he had made out a very plausible tale—if for no other reason than of the power he held. “Now I wish to say a word:” said Rogers. “Our king has accused me of inciting him to do a wrong. A poor excuse for a man in the exalted posi tion of our king! But every word that he has uttered is a lie! And his ac tions. this base subterfuge, shows him j to be but a coward! A scoundrel born and bred:" Schiller's face was livid, twice or thrice he essayed to arise, but only to fall back in his chair, trembling with excitement (or fear). "I saw Lang strike the king. 1 would have done the same under the same circumstances. What made Lang a convict here in the first place? I will tell you. Schiller wanted to put Gold en out of the way and Louis Lang nipped the plot in the bud; that's the reason—and our great king now wants revenge on Lang:” Rogers hit the bull’s-eye. “I agree with Rogers there!” ex claimed a voice, and Sam Pearson stood up. ”1 have been a tool of Schillgj's long enough. I was present when he made the offer to Revolver Rob to kill Golden. I like fair play, and I will not stand by and see him condemn an honest man !o death, who has not harmed anyone, just for the pleasure of revenge. I think the king has gone far enough'” The suddenness of t! e uprising of the people stunned Schiller. He was i helpless in the net he had woven for i others. “I do not wish to bring my case j before the people.” said Golden, who I really did not want to be tendered the I crown at this time for fear of the : after-climax, and who also saw a . chance for a masterstroke of diplo j macy. “I can take care of myself if i only you give me a fair chance. I do j not. however, want to see injustice I done to anyone. It is time to quit ; this revenge business and grant Lang and Huntington the freedom of our city. I think the people good enough to rule, and Rogers and I. as the ma jority of the Council of Three, think these people punished enough. What do the people think?” “Life to Lang!” was the cry “Make Golden king!” was another shout. And the turmoil w?s deafen ing. “We accept your pardon of Lang.” | said Golden, “but. I do not wish to be , king. Neither Rogers nor t hold any grudge ^gainst Schiller—all we want ! is to see justice done! Curb his maj esty a little; make his office one of mayor; see if he is not worthy of j trust, and make a man of him. If | that don’t work then make Rogers king—there’s a man for you!” “So be It!” was the cry. “We will give him another chance!” The people having expressed them selves, the meeting broke up. Golden ; and Rogers were overwhelmed with i praise for their action in befriending j the helpless (?), and Lang was as 1 sisted home on the shoulders of a j crowd of enthusiasts who were car ried away with the youths marvelous exhibition of skill in dueling. Schiller was scarcely noticed when he took himself from the amphitheater—a beaten man. However he vas not one to give up easily. For a brief spell our party had a rest from labor and worry. Golden, at the request of Lang, was able to send a letter written by the doctor to Mrs. Huntington, notifying that lady of the safety of her husband and child. Wilson was the only person who was not made more comfortable than before by the exposure of Schiller. Rogers would have pardoned him—or had him pardoned—but Louis and Wil son both felt that it was better that he remain in the mines as before. Wil son’s place was an easy one, and his privileges about as many as if nor confined at all. The two detectives were in hopes that he could be made of assistance in gathering the con victs together and in furnishing ma terial with which the miners could blow up the mines in making their escape. Dr. Huntington, when he was made aware that his letter had been sent to his wife, was at ease, comparatively, and looked upon his detention as a matter of no great importance. He gained the respect of the citizens by his kindness and care in sickness and was looked upon as a valuable acqui sition to the city. Dr. Huntington had great hopes of ultimately being made free, of being allowed to return to his wife. Somehow or other Pearl’s welfare did not seem to trouble him much. There was something about Lang that forced the doctor to trust our hero implicitly. As Schiller had been somewhat restricted in power, no fear was entertained from that source. (To be continued.) EFFECT OF CONVERSION PLAIN. Sinner Had Improved in Observance of the Sabbath. While going through Maine, Evan gelist Moody happened to be in the town of Waterford, where he neard of John White, who had the reputation of working on Sunday, although all tne ministers in the neighboring towns had argued with him and tried to stop it. Mr. Moody decided to try his luck with him. and after a long talk succeeded in convincing him that it was wrong to work on Sunday. The next Sunday White was in church and his name enrolled. In a few days Mr. Moody left the town, feeling that he had done a thing which had proved too difficult for others, and that at least one sinner in that town had been turned from the error of his way. A few weeks later, while driving a load of lumber into the town, White was met by the deacon of the church, and the following conversation en sued: “Now, Mr. White,” said the dea con. “isn't there a difference since the spirit of God has entered your soul?" “Yes, there is quite a difference,” answered White, frankly. “Before when I went to work on Sunday I used to carry the axe on my shoulder, but now I carry it under my coat.” _ Reason for His Enthusiasm. An art editor was praising the in telligence of the French painter Bou guereau. “I can hardly believe that Bougue reau is dead,” said he. “Paris, with out him, will not be Paris. What a keen and brilliant mind the man had. “I remember a discussion on spirit ualism that once took place in Bou guereau’s studio. “ 'If there is nothing good in spirit ualism,’ said a widower, ‘why is it so popular?’ “ ‘Why is it so popular? I'll tell you.’ said Bouguereau. "A friend of mine lost his wife two years ago. Last week he heard of a beautiful medium in the Square De L’Opera, and attended a couple of her seances. I saw him yesterday. He had already become an enthusiastic spiritualist. “ ‘Why, it is ridiculous,’ said I. “ ‘Ridiculous! Indeed, no,’ he re turned. ‘My friend, do you know that at each seance the spirit of my dear dead wife returned and kissed me?’ “ ‘Nonsense,’ I exclaimed. ‘Nonsense. Do you mean to tell me that your dead w ife honored those miserable seances enough to come and kiss you in her own person?’ “ ‘Well, not exactly in her own per son.’ he replied. ‘Her spirit took pos session of the medium’s person and kissed and embraced me through her.’ ”—Chicago Chronicle. Advertising by Proxy. Miss Caroline Powell of Boston is the only woman wood engraver in America. Miss Powell was a pupil of Timothy Cole and at a dinner re cently she said of her master: “Mr. Cole had a horror of stingy persons. He was continually railing against such people, continually point ing out to us glaring examples of meanness and greed. “He said one day that he had heard that morning of the meanest woman in the world. “She called before breakfast at the house of a neighbor of his and said: “ ‘Madam. I see that you have ad vertised in the papers for a cook.’ “ ’Yes. I have.’ returned the other: ‘but surely you are not after the place?’ “ ’No.' said the stranger, ‘but I only live two blocks away from you. and since I need a cook myself, I thought you might send to me all the appli cants you reject.’ ” Cultivating Pond Lilies. A Saco florist who ' has been en gaged in cultivating flowers and veg etables for years conceived the idea that the raising of pond lilies would prove profitable. He went to work, or at least hired men to do the work, with the result that this summer he had a pond of lilies that was not eclipsed by any in New England. His pond, while small compared with some in Massachusetts, being 300 by 60 feet, yields thousands of blooms during a season. During August it has been no uncommon thing for him to pick 500 lilies a day. There is a ready market for the lilies in the big cites, the prevaling price being $4 a hundred.—Kennebec J our _ His Discretion Defined. “My wife wants me to get another suit of clothes like the one I have on,” said Mr. Me^kton. “We can give you something much better,” returned the salesman, "at a very little increase of cost.” "Excuse me. I am simply a cour ier in this matter, not an envoy plen ipotentiary.” An Enterprise Came to Naught. "What Crimson Gulch needs,” said Broncho Bob, “is a race track.” “Why don’t you start one.” “Tried it. But it was no use. There wasn't anybody that would bother about gallopin’ the ponies. Everybody wanted to be a bookmaker.” 1 Couldn’t Stand That Test. “Jack, I have decided at last that I don’t love you.” The blow had fallen, yet the young man did not quail. With pale cheek, but resolute eye, he stood erect and returned her gaze unflinchingly. “What has enabled you to come to that decision, Mehitabel Garling horn?” he asked. “Has some other man-” “No, Jack,” she said, shaking her head with immeasurable sadness. “Af ter you had gone last night I asked myself this question: ‘Could I still care for him if he should become bald headed and fat?’ And my heart said, ‘Good gracious, no!’" HOW HE SHOWED HIS LOVE. Friend—I suppose the baby is fond of you? Father—Fond of me? Why, he sleeps all day when I'm not at home and stays up all night, just to enjoy my society. His Last Beat. The editor of the Punkville P-3til ence had stood the taunts of the vile opposition as long as he could. He finally armed himself and waited on his loathsome contemporary. “When'S the editor?” he shouted, as the office boy opened the door. “He's dead. Shot himself last night.” “Scooped again, by Snakes!"— Cleveland Leader. A Retrograde Movement. “Ha!” remarked the stern parent as he fiercely confronted the trem bling young man. “The day you lay $100,000 on this desk my daughter is yours. What! do you back out?” "I do,” replied the unnerved youth, “I certainly do.” And he backed all the "way across the apartment with both eyes keeping a close watch on the fiery old man’s heavy shoes. Particular About His Critics. Scribbler—I always make it a point to submit my poems to friends for sug- i gestions and criticisms before publi cation and I have brought some pages for you to look over. Bibbler—Um—Yes. of course; but why not take it to Nibbler? Scribbler—Huh! He's a born idot! The last time I showed him a poem he found fault with it.—New York Weekly. A Collapsible Peck. “1 just saw Gudger and he was very happy indeed.” “Why, that's funny. I saw him this morning and he seemed gloomy en ough. He said he was having a peck of trouble-” “Well, he appears to have disposed of that peck in a pint flask.”—Phil adelphia Press. Hard Cider. “Why, dear me, Mr. Longswallow!” said a good lady, “how can you drink down a whole quart of that dreadful hard cider at a single draught9” As soon as the man could breathe again he replied, “I beg pardon, ma dam, but upon my soul it was so hard I couldn’t bite it off.”—Judge. Anything to Please Baby. Mrs. Popley—Oh, John, you must raise sidewhiskers. Mr. Popley—What! you never would let me raise Mrs. Popley—I know, but Mr. Burn sides was here to-day, and it was too cute to see the baby pulling his side whiskers. A Line on Him. “Ah! pretty lady!” exclaimed the fortune teller, “you have come to find your future husband?” “Not much!” replied the pretty lady. “I’ve come to learn where my pres ent husband is when he’s absent.” Lucky It Wasn’t the Samples. Mr. Kangaroo—What's the matter? Mrs. Kangaroo—Why, when I went shopping I had the baby, some samples and a transfer in my pocket, and now I've gone and lost the baby. Very Precise. “Last Friday week was your birth day, wasn’t it?” asked Miss 'Wabash. “Nonsense!” retorted Miss Boston. “Why, what’s the matter?” “It was the anniversary of my birth. I’m not an infant.” He Has Learned the Language. “Did your husband find that golf improved his health.” “Yes. It improved his health. But unless he learns to play better it will 8poll his disposition.” His Mistake. "It was the old misunderstanding about the last word,” said Mr. Meek ton sadly. But I thought you always let your wife have the last word?” Of course. But on this occasion I *as so careless as to go to sleep be fore she got to it.” Quite a Free Translation. Mrs. Reeder—I wonder what this paper means by this: “Mr. Radley’s method of entertaining his guests was quite original and unconvention al”? Mr. Reeder—It means simply that he is boorish, but has plenty of money.” The Arrogance of Poverty. “I can remember when I was as Poor as you are,” said Mr. Dustin Stax, patronizingly. “Yes.” answered the impecunious man who has been reading about taint ed monej. ‘But that is no reason for assuming that you are now mv social equal.” It Didn’t Sound Hospitable. “I thought you said old Cornsilk was hospitable.” “So he is.” “Well, he has a queer way of show ing it. I went up there last night to call on his pretty daughter and he sat in the room all the evening glowering at me. When I came away I said I'd be pleased to call again and he turned and said to his wife. ‘Don’t let me for get to-morrow' to get new fasteners for these dining room windows.’ ” Convincing the Agitator. “Oh, yes, I admit you are worth a million; but no man is capable of earning a million dollars in an ordin ary life time.” “I earned mine, all right.” “I won't admit that you earned it." “You are not obliged to; but if you will come with me and meet the lady whom I married in order to get that million I think you will admit that I earned it.”—Houston Post. Has Reached the Senile Age. "While he was under 30 his parents had too much sense to let him marry.’’ "Yes?” "While he was under 50 he had toe much sense to wed.” “I see.” “Now that he's 85—” "Well?” "He’s going to take a wife.”—Louis ville Courier-Journal. Two Languages. Fred—I hear, Jack, you have just graduated from Harvard. What stud ies did you take up principally? Jack—I took up a little bit of every thing, but studied languages consider ably. Fred—How many kinds of language can you speak now? Jack—Two. English and profane. Seems Like It. “Pop!” "Yes, my son.” “If a man meant to put 5 cents in the church contribution box and put in a $5 gold piece by mistake what would you call it?” “Why, I would call that contributory negligence, my boy!” The Lesson *f the Mosquito. “Dey say dese yer mosquitoes car ries trouble with ’uni wharever dey goes?" “Yes,” replied Brother Dickey, “but still de mosquito teaches a lesson, en dat is dat even trouble kin sing along de way. He sings whilst he stings!” —Detroit Free Press. Bound to Worry. “Bliggins will soon find no further cause to complain of the weather,” said the cheery citizen. "Yes, but he won’t be happy. In stead of watching the thermometer all day he’ll sit up and watch the gas meter all night.” An Exception. “The skies have a good deal to do with a man’s moods.” “I hadn't noticed it.” “Doesn't a gloomy sky tend to make you feel gloomy?" ‘Tes, but a blue sky doesn't make me feel blue.” VERY HIGH PRICED. Mrs. De Long—I have a new milliner, dear. Don't you think my hats are more becoming than they used to be1. Mr. De Long—Yes, and your bills are becoming more than they used to be. Gallant. “I see dat all de angels what got wings is wimmen.” “Well, dat’s all right en proper. Give a man wings, en Satan would levy on ’um ’fo’ he could fly ten yards.”—Atlanta Constitution. Money in Them. “It’s remarkable how easily these idle rumors gain currency.” “Yes; and it’s still more remark able how some idle stock market rum ors enable others to gain currency.” Most Unusual. “My!” suddenly exclaimed Henpeck, with a start, “I must have been dream ing.” “Why?” snapped his wife. “Why, I haven’t heard you say a word to me for fifteen minutes. Same Old Growlers. “We’ll soon be in cold weather.” “Yes; but all summer you’ve growled at the heat.” “Yes; all I want of Providence Is a middlin’ climate.” No Wonder. ‘Julia!” yelled the poet, "why don’t you keep that kid quiet? What’s the matter with it?” "|’m sure I don’t know,” replied his patient wife; “I’m singing one of your lullabies to the little darling.” Carrying the Bluff. McBluff—Yes, o’ course, the alli gator is an ambidextrous animal. Newitt —You mean, “amphibious.” Ambidextrous mear:s dextrous with either right or left hand. Something Long Needed. Mrs. Knicker—I suppose you find new virtues in your husband every day? Mrs. Youngbride—Yes, he is so or derly; he is getting up a system for horse races.—New York Sun. Not Suitable. Lady—Do you think this medicine would do my husband any- good? Druggist I m sure of it, madam Lady—Hum! What other kinds have you got?—Judge. WHIMS OF WORLD S GREAT ONES! Men of Genius Who Have Been Noted; for Their Eccentricity. The men of genius whose works are; among the world’s most precious pos-' sessions have ever been the most eccentric of the most normal of man kind. says W. H. Cotton. All readers: of “Romola” will remember Fieri di Cosimo, that misanthropic painter who lived completely isolated from his fellows in his queer, squalid stu-i dio, with its garden of weeds and flow ers growing rankly as they willed, because he preferred them so; his only companions toads, rabbits, spi ders and even more loathsome crea tures; his diet consisting wholly of eggs, hard-boiled, by the dozen and eaten when required, no matter what condition. Goya, the Spanish Rem brandt, was the wildest and most iras cible of men. When he was painting the portrait of the Duke of Wellington he kept the hero of Waterloo in a rigid attitude for hours, at the least movement threatening him with a dagger, and when the duke complain ed of weariness the painter seized a plaster cast and hurled it at his head. Michael Angelo's method of working was one of his greatest eccentricities. Often he would get up iu the middle of the night to hack and hew his marble by the light of a single candle fastened to the visor of his cap. and then, worn by his great labors, he would throw himself down to sleep again without removing his clothing or his shoes—sometimes keeping the latter on so long that when they were removed the flesh came off with the stockings. It is generally credited that at one time a year passed in which he never once removed his shoes.—Leslie’s Weekly. CLOTHES FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Woman Who Has Them a Rarity and a Relief, Says an Exchange. She's such a relief to meet with— the woman who always has her cloth es ready for any occasion she may be invited to, and she's almost as great a rarity. When the seasons change she puts her mind upon the subject of clothes with a will, and quietly decides just what she will get to carry her through the whole season. Then as quietly, and as surely, she gets each thing, so that by the time half her world is rushing around trying to get some thing made in time for this affair or for that she is ready with everything —ready to accept those invitations to delightful affairs planned on the spur ©f the moment—thing that there isn’t time to get something made for. The result is she’s never hurried, nor its almost invariable accompani ment, flurried. Probably she doesn’t get many clothes, and the friends who have closets and wardrobes filled to over flowing, yet who complain so bitterly that they've nothing ready to wear, or not exactly the right thing, find her almost provoking in her serene read iness. But it was hard work in the first place, for choosing a few things that will suit all occasions, and yet give you a few changes, isn’t easy by any means, and requires a mighty clever manager. But, she’s such a relief to invite anywhere!—San Francisco. Cal. Intentions. There is no French law against suicide, but those who have attempt ed recently to drown themselves in the Seine, and have failed have been arrested and punished on the author ity of an old law which forbids throwing bodies into the river. One such arrest was made recently. Tho prisoner pleaded not guilty. “But,” said the judge of instruction, “you admit that you cast yourself into the river. That is illegal.” “The law,” said the prisoner, “pro vides for the punishment of those who cast dead, not living, bodies into the river, else every one who went . swimming in the Seine wonld be a criminal.” “But.” said the judge, “you intended to be dead. You had wickedly planned to make of yourself an offensive corpse and with that most loathsome thing to corrupt the waters of the Seine. I fine you a thousand francs.” “Very well,” remarked the prisoner. “Take it from the sum which was con fiscated from my pockets by the police at the time of my arrest.” “There was no money in your pock ets.” said the judge. “True,” said the prisoner, “but l had intended that on that date there should be a million francs there.”— Judge. Styles That Are Souvenirs. Did you ever hear of how the tight wristed blouse got its name? it is called the “Garibaldi” blouse. It dates frofh the Corsican leader's days of peasantry. He was poor then, and he used to wear an old red jer sey with full sleeves and tight wrists. When he became famous his soldiers petitioned him not to cast it off. So he wore it on through all his tri umphs. Years after, when the Cor sican was dead, a society lady in Lon don fancied a blouse with the 6ame full sleeves and drawn wristbands. “Call it the ‘Garibaldi,’ ” suggested a shopwalker. And they did. There is the “Gladstone” collar and bag. The famous statesman was the first to wear the one and the first also to use the other. Now every busy man and woman has a “Gladstone." As to the collar, this is not nearly so popular, but it lives in memory. Children Taught to Swim. At this period of the year, when so many drowming accidents occur, the annual report of the London (Eng.) Schools Swimming Association pos sesses special interest. The organiza tion, which is supported by voluntary subscriptions, is the largest sw’im ming association in the world, having affiliated to it nearly 1,000 schools. The branches are spread all over Lon don, and every year about 5,000 cer tificates are issued to boys who can swim 100 yards, and to girls who can swim fifty yards. No fewer than 60, 000 children are taken to the baths every week and instructed in swim ming. Life-saving is also taught. The Roll of Honor contains the names of forty-five boys and girls who have at tempted to save life from drowning. All these young people have been re warded by the Royal Homane Society*