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CHAPTER L
OUTE AKD MICHAEL.
HE old church
of Eastmcon, in
Hampshire,
stands close
under a high
green hill that
rises far above
its spire. The
village lies in a
valley, a place
little known to
tourists, shut in
from the march
of the times by
its soft, enfold-
ing downs. It is a district of babbling
waters, and fresh winds that come
blowing frecty across the far-reaching
slopes; a vale of pleasant lights and
faint shadows, full of sweetness and
Tcstful calm.
There are still some peoplo living
here who have only seen the sea from
their hill-tops, and have never traveled
"by railway in their lives. The Mcon, a
a busy little rivulet, goes running
briskly all about the village, winding
here and hiding there, reappearing in
-the most unexpected spots, and mixing
itself up in all the affairs of the place.
It turns thirteen mills, and meddles
with the concerns of a good many other
villages before it pours its restless tide
into the Solent at last.
The month was April, and the time
four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. A
young man and a girl were standing
.side by side, leaning against a gate
which opened into a wide field. Be
yond the field rose a softly-rounded
hill, half grass and half woodland; and
over all there was a delicious rainy
blue of the spring sky. The pair stood
close together with their hands clasped;
Jl touxg man asd a gisi. week stand
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the man was talking, and the girl was
watching him while he talked, and
3rinking ia every word with eager de
light. She was a lovely girl, and her loveli
ness was of that rare kind which can
flourish in any atmosphere without
losing its natural refinement. Hers
was an oval face with delicately-chiseled
features, and a mouth with soft
red Hps exquisitely cut, lips that were
at once passionate and proud, but al
ways tender. Her skin had that warm
undertone of clear brown which gives a
fuller richness to any beauty. But,
perhips, it was in the large limpid brown
eyes that the chief charm was "found:
and there was something so true and
trustful in their gaze that most men
would have forgotten to talk and looked
deep into their brown depths. Nothing,
however, had ever been known to stay
the tide of Michael Chase's eloquence
when he had once begun to hold forth on
his favorite theme his own plans and
his admirable self.
He was Olive Winficld's aclmowlcdged
lover, and she was proud of him. Not
only did she love him as truly as ever
woman loved man; but she looked up
on him as the chiefest among ten thou
sand men. He had toiled night and
day to acquire laiowlcdgc, and when it
was won he had turned it to a good ac
count, lie had not studied for the
mere love of study: he was no dreamer,
delighting to tarry in a quiet world of
books and thoughts. To him learning
was a stepping stone, and already it
had raised him to the. post of corre
sponding clerk in Battersby's office.
And Battersby's firm was a good firm
and ranked high even in London. But
his brains would have done little for
liim if they hid not been backed up by
liis unconquerable pluck and determi
nation. He had said all this a hundred times
in his letters, and he was saying it again
to-day. The pair had only one more
hour to spend together, and he was fill
ing every precious minute with talk
about himself. But a woman will
cheerfully tolerate any amount of ego
tism in the man she loves; and Olive
lrank in every word. In front of them
lay the calm field and the hills; soft
lights were shining on the green and
finding out the hollows where the
primrose stars had opened; birds were
singing, and a fresh yet gentle breeze
was blowing into their faces as they
stood leaning against the gate. Yet
Michael, absorbed in himself, was un
conscious of all this sweetness.
At last he paused for want of breath,
and then Olive seized the opportunity
to ask a question.
"Michael, dear, how is Aaron Fcn
lake? "ou have not said one word
about him."
Her lover's brow darkened, and he
answered rather curtly:
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"If there had been anything to tell
about him, Olive, I should have told it.
But there is nothing. And I didn't care
to waste our valuable time in talking of
Aaron."
"I wanted to hear about him for
Jane's sake," she said meekly. "No,
not for Jane's sake," she added sudden
ly, in a firmer voice. "I always liked
him, Michael; and when I remember
what he has done for you, I am very
grateful."
"How you. exaggerate trifles!" he
cried, irritably. "Let me put the case
clearly before you, and then, perhaps,
yon will see it in the right light. Aaron
Fcnlake is one of the foremen in Bat
tcrsby's works. He knows that a clerk
is wanted who can write fluently in
several languages, and ho tells me of
the vacancy. I apply, and soon con
vince the firm that I am fit for the
post. Surely, I may be pardoned if I
don't go staggering under a heavy load
of gratitude to the end of mj days. Do
you suppose that Aaron's good word
would have got mo into the office, if I
had not been the man that I am?"
"Oh, I know that you can do any
thing, Michael," said her earnest lips
and eyes. "But poor Aaron is devoted
to you, and he is such a good fellow."
"Well, Olive, we can't discuss his ex
cellence now," replied Michael, stand
ing upright. "It's nearly time forme
to start, and you arc going to give me a
cup of tea first."
"Well, Mrs. Hooper will givo yon the
cupof tea,"shc said, keeping back'n sigh.
"You will like her tea better than ours.
She is very good to me, and I want you
to see my friend, Lucy Cromer."
"Lucy Cromer? Oh, ah, yes, that's
the niece who has come to live with
her," he answered as they moved away
from the gate.
On the other side of the quiet road
there were two cottages sheltered
under one broad roof of thatch.
Their walls were covered with moss
and weather-stains, and the little dia-mond-pancd
casements were set in
wreaths of creepers. And, although
there was as yet no wealth of foliage
to dress up the lowly dwellings with
summer beauty, they had the pictur
esque charm that belongs especially to
places rustic and decayed.
There was a large piece of ground,
half flower-garden and half kitchen
garden, in front of the two cottages;
and the only division between the gar
dens was a row of flints showing out
white against the dark mold. At one
of the doors stood a young woman,
with a fresh, modest face, who held out
her hand timidly as Michael ap
proached. He greeted her with an air
of friendly patronage.
"How do you do, Jane? Glad to sec
yon looking so well," he said, and then
stalked in through the other doorway.
Tho room which he entered, followed
by Olive, was very low, with a heavy
beam across the ceiling. A fire was
burning brightly ia the prim old-fashioned
little iron cage, and between the
fire and the window stood a small sofa
covered with faded chintz. Propped up
with cushions, another young woman
was sitting in the corner of the sofa;
and she, too, extended her hand to
Michael, but her manner was not timid
as Jane's had been.
"I am glad to sec you, Mr. Chase; I
have heard a great deal about you," she
said in a faint, sweet voice.
Something in the look and air of the
speaker surprised Michael so much that
he lost his usual self-assurance. He
stood awkwardly before Lucy Cromer
for a moment, and then sat down
meekly in a chair near her couch. How
was it possible that this woman could
be the niece of plain Mrs. Hooper, who
had lived in Eastmcon all her days? In
her letters Olive had told him that her
friend was pretty, and he had expected
to sec a commonplace little person, pos
sessed of ordinary good looks. But no
commonplace girl was here.
Lucy Cromer was a long, 6lendcr
woman, with the kind of figure that
sways and bends with a reed-like grace.
Her face was long, too; she had large
gray eyes that were now prcternatu
rally bright, a delicate aquiline nose,
and fair hair which surrounded her head
with a golden halo. A dark-blue wrap
per, of some soft material, set off the
exceeding fairness of her complexion;
and, simple as the robe was, it was
made in a style that is seldom seen in
villages or country towns. Your first
glance at Lucy sufficed to tell you her
days were numbered: jour second con
vinced you that she was waiting
eagerly, perhaps impatiently, for the
end.
There arc souls in whom God accom
plishes His work quite alone. Neigh
bors came sometimes; but Lucy cared
little for visits, and the simple country
folk were afraid of her. The clergy
man called, and was baffled by her gen
tle indifference and her curious unfit
ness for her humble position. What
washer history? Even her aunt seemed
to know very little about Lucy's life.
The girl had gone to be maid to an old
lady, who had taken a fancy to her and
raised her to the post of companion.
And then came a quarrel and changes;
Lucy had left her situation and had
found work in a florist's shop in Regent
street. There she hid displayed great
skill in arranging bouquets and fash
ioning wreaths and sprays; and had
kept this place until her health failed.
This was all that Mrs. Hooper had to
tell about her niece. She was a lonely
woman, and Lucy was the only relative
left to her. She had given the girl a
warm welcome and did her utmost to
nurse her back to strength; but no
power on earth could stay the progress
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of the disease. Lucy had not come
penniless to , her aunt's eottage;abe,
was not a burden. She repaid Mrs.
Hooper's kindness with gratitude and
affection, and yet the good woman al
ways felt that there was a mysterious
barrier between them. Like the neigh
bors, she was a little afraid of "Lucy
There was only one person who had
ever stepped over the wall of reserve
that Lucy Cromer had built up around
her. Olive Winfield was her sole friend.
It was to her that Olive had first con
fided the delightful news that Michael
Chase was coming to spend a Sunday
in the village; coming down from Lon
don on purpose to see his betrothed.
When Lucy pleased she could very
soon set peoplo at their ease. In a few
minutes Michael was answering all her
questions, and feeling flattered by the
interest which she displayed in his
affairs.
While she was drawing him on to
talk about himself (no difficult task),
he was admiring her more and more,
and tlunking how she might have
helped a man to rise in the world.
With that quiet self-possession and
natural grace, what an admirable wife
she could have been! He was glad thai
Olive had found such a companion; and
Lucy's affection for Olive was evidently
real and earnest. When Mrs. Hooper
came in and busied herself at the tea
table, she did not disturb the harmony
of the hour. She was a woman cf few
words, and although Michael was an
Eastmcon boy and she had known him
from babyhood, she did not harass him
with those recollections of old days
which he so'much disliked. .
On tho whole it was a happy tea
drinking, and Michael was in high
good humor when he rose to go. Olive
went with him a little way. lie had to
walk five miles to Petersfield railway
station; but the evening was fresh and
sweet, and every bit of the old road was
well known to him.
The lovers stood still in the pleasant
lane between the budding hedges and
said good-by. He looked down into
the strong brown light of her eyes, and
felt that ho loved her better than any
girl he had ever seen in his life; and he
was contented with her firm belief in
him. The wind stirred a few curly
brown locks that had escaped from
their pins and he smoothed them with
a tender hand. She was so lovely and
fresh and trustful that he would have
given anything, just then, to have car-
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ried her back to London to hrir.
nhis
hard-workincr life there. 3-i. $
"Good-bv. dearest Olive,
said.
"I wish there could be no jaonsaorting.
But you know I am worJdng.jfor you,
Good-by, darling, once njorc ".
This was one of those moments
which live on through ':., life-time.
Olive feasted on that fartwoafor many
a day afterwards. For a
she stood where he had '
then turned homewards.
seconds
her, and
alf happy
and hall sad. borne outr.j
ero flying
across the sky: there was j
aint tinkle
of sheep-bells from tb'e 'd
ns, and the
peace oi me oauuiiuivve;
g seemed to
soothe and still her acai
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"What do you feink?of him?" said
Olive, looking upa'.Lucy Cromer,
with a bright cagir f rsc
The elder girlj"fwjrf lying on the
couch, and the yotm;;eV sat on a stool
by her side. Th vejfe alone together
in the little roiia, 'and the evening
light, shining thrtmgk' the small panes
imbedded in JliedjS-ork, rested soft
ly on Lucy's ITVorn features and
Olive's nut-brown' jfad. The day was
ending in golda''jam; out-of-doors the
patches of vctrtcMaoss still held the?
rain-drops, atiii toa red blossoms of the
flowering cutiartUparkled with mois
ture; but therWirfl had died away, and
there was a Crceace.
Lucy lookM' dfwn with one of hen
faint smileslh- laid her thin hand on
her fricnd'fcrojplder.
"I think ItMa most fortunate man,"'
she said.rt this answer did not'
pleaso Olve'df alL -
"Oh, rji?!? she began in a disap
pointed Wwrr-"is that all yon have to."
say? Why everyone else seems to
think tht the good fortune is. on my)
side." 11$ ' r
"Do fCfty?" Lucy's delicate lip
curlcdiliiitlr. "That is because they
have itbfseen many men. I wish t,
couldxefayon to set a higher value on
yuuriellMttle one."
Taepfjvas a look of trouble in the-
clear
vn eyes,
and then came a
pause.
a sigh.
think much about
"I
myself,"
aid I? It?
OlivB
at last. "Why should
ism'
ore iateresing to think about
hmV
"The
jed Lucy, gazing
fixedly into space.
"But listen," cried Olive, dceplifaJ
earnest. "You can hardly realize whaW
a grand noble fellow he is. You don't
belong to Eastmcon, Lucy, and yon
have not watched his career as we hate.
Even if I did not love him I could not
fail to admire him. Only think, he was
the son of a drunken blacksmith, and
he rose by dint of sheer determination.
Our old vicar took him in hand 'and
helped him, and lent him books. Then
he went to be a clerk atPctersfieli and
and there he became acquainted nth a
German who taught him his language.
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French he had learned already from Mad
fpjaellet who lived at the vicarage in-,
deed, there is scarcely anything too
hard for him; and then came a letter
from Aaron Fenlake, who is a foreman
in Battersby's works in London. He
told Michael that Battersby wanted a
corresponding clerk, and advised him to
try for the post. And ho did try and
got it."
'""Who is Aaron Fenlake?" Lucy
asked.
"Have I not told you about Aaron?"
said Olive, whose eyes and cheeks were
bright with excitement. "He is tho
son of old Fcnlake at the inn. A quiet,
slow fellow, but as good as gold and as
true as steel, and devoted to Michael.
Those two were always friends when
they were little boys."
"And they are friends still?"
Lucy put the question in a languid
voice, but there was something in
Olive's answer that aroused her atten
tion. "Yes," the girl said, faintly, and with
a deepening flush. "Oh I yes, they arc
friends still."
Lucy watched her and saw the signs
of inward tumult in those delicately
cut features. She understood that
Olive was deteanlned. to defend her
lover at any fist, even the "cost-of. her
own convictifcs. She was just as cerH
tain that Mieaael had given his friend
tho cold shoakler as if it had been plain
ly uvowed.land she knew that Olive
could not tipnk of his conduct to Aaron
without paW.
"Ah! I jiracmber that yon said some
thing abqfi thiflAarqn and Jane Choi
lock," shretnarked. after a pause.
"Aarai tf in love with Jane," Olive
answer A Vouf he is too shy to ask her
to waitSor him. I wish he would speak
out for J&ne's sake."
J' to be continued. 1
ifj BORED AFTER ALL.
Howi
. Actor Ws Spared the Awtal la-
' sfllctloa of an Interview.
0'ertain steamship which came
npjb acr dock late one Saturday night
waal'a priest who had been to Borne
ori3a Very important mission. Every
newspaper was' anxious 'to get a talk
with' him, and there was quite a host
of-es gathered on the pier.
It io happened that the same steam
Hipliad among its passengers a 'much
advertised English actor, who was
fc?''3f
to our shores and whose sur-
putoe was very similar to that oi tne
rjrfercnd father. For some reason or
4hcr, possibly because of a press of
sews, the city editors did not trunk it
jjaecessary to get an expression ox his
' views, and none of us were told off to
anenu io mo.
As soon as the gang plank was
drawn up a dapper little individual in
black rushed down and over to our
group, and, upon receiving an. affirma
tive answer to his question as to
whether we were newspaper men,
said: "Of course, you want to see
Mr. ?" The name sounded like the
one we wanted and we replied in
chorus: "We do!" and followed him
to tho ship and down to one of the
cabins. Ho flung the door open dra
matically and wo entered to see a
long-haired gentleman sitting in a fine
pose of abstraction near his berth. He
roso wearily to receive ns and said,
with a delightfully blase intonation:
"Oh, dear, I suppose I most submit to
the inevitable infliction!"
Just then one of our party who
knew tho priest exclaimed: "Why,
you are not Father !" The actor
drew himself to his full height, thrust
his hand 'in the bosom of his frock
coat and replied, haughtily: "No, sir!
I am Mr. ."
"Oil, well, excuse us, then," said our
spokesman; "you are not the person
wo wished to interview," and we all
filed out.
Tho expression of astonishment and
dismay that came over the face of the
actor when ho found that he would not
have to submit was the very funniest
thing I ever saw, and all during the in
tervicw with the priest, which was a
solemn and heavy affair, we bad the
hardest work imaginable to keep our
risibles under co'utroL N. Y. Herald.
The ritMiag of the BaUmlo.
Twenty years ago ten million buf
faloes roamed about the western prai
ries. Now not one is to'be found, save
in menageries and "preserves." There
are two hundred and fifty in the Yel
lowstone national park. A wealthy
private land owner in Oklahoma has
a herd of about seventy-five. The next
largest collection is in the Zoological
garden of Philadelphia, and numbers
sixteen. Aside from these there are,
perhaps, a dozen scattered over the
land. The Cincinnati zoological gar
den has two. The effort has been
made with these few remnants to pre
serve tho species to America, but it is
in peril of failure through the strange
fact that all, or nearly all, tho births
are'malcs. Last week in the Philadel
phia garden two female, calves were,
born, bat both weak and sickly. In
tho Yellowstone there has not been a1
female calf for five years. It looks asj
if the buffalo must go. Cincinnati En-'
quircr.
The Weight, or. a Dollar Bill.
,In the treasury here one day tthis)
week the question came up as to the
weight of a dollar bill. Scales of per-)
feet accuracy were brought into requis
ition and the surprising discovery was
msda that twenty-seven ' one-dollar
notes weighed exactly as much aa a
tvvnty-dollar gold piece. The latter.
Just balances five hundred and forty,
grains. However, the bills weighed
were perfectly, crisp. and. new. Trial
made with soiled notes, such ns come
in every day? for rcdemptiou,.BhoweJ
that twentv-seven of them weitr
jSjpaUasablT 'more' than the twent;
dollar coSCrvcrv.paper dollar on i
way through theworteaUunatly
cumulates dirt, perspirationanirai
so that after a year of use it is percept-
A Terrible Temptation.
r ond v ite ny so tnougnuuu aear
Will you gei much if you cure that
man?' '
Sawbones No; but if he dies I'll be
sure to get my bilL n:.a life t insured. ,
Life.
INJURIOUS ADULTERATIONS.
Tklaas We Wouldn't Eat It W
KnewWnat Ther,re Made of.
Some very startling facts in regard to
food adulteration have been gathered
by thedepartmentof agriculture.
c Glucbte, it appears, is the greatest of
.all adulterants. I; is used for making
cheap f candies, sciars, jellies and sir
ups. A vivid notion of the extent to
"which it is employed is obtained from
the fact that ten pounds of it are man
ufactured annually in the United States
for ever' man, iromaa and child. It is
prepared from corn. Most of the less
expensive jcllii-s in the market are
purely artificial products, composed of
gelatine, sugar, cochineal and flavoring
extracts. Mon costly jellies of various
fruits are simply apple jelly, colored
and flavored. Apple sauce is pumpkin
boiled in cider.
Cheap confectionery and liquors are
the articles mo-t injuriously adulter
ated. Candy commonly contains much
fusel oil and other poisons. Strawberry
ice cream, :i plate of it, often contains
more fusel i il than five glasses of poor
whisky. It is colored with red aniline
dye. Licorice drops are usually made
out of candy factory sweepings. Wine is
frequently nothing but water, with a
ncrcentaira of crude alcohol and aniline
ooloring. Brandy is rectified alcohol
fromgrauiir the refuse of beet root re
fineries, colored with burnt, sugar, fla
vored with oil of cognac, and giVfu an
agreeable woody taste with a little cat
echu. Among other adulterants of
liquors are vitriol, opium, alum, cop
peras, log wood and sugar of lead.
Package coffees are principally pease,
rye, roasted and ground, almond shells
treated with molasses, beans, acorns
and chicory. There are twenty differ
ent substances known to the trade as
"coffee substitutes." Among these are
the artificial beans, made out of potato
'Ktarnh and other materials, which are
imported from Germany in large quan-J
tities for mixing with the real artiai::
They can be detected by the fact tha'
thay will sink in water, whereas tru
coffee beanswiU float Shriveled coff ei
beans are commonly soaked in ki
water to make them look plump. ITi
only safe thing is to buy the poOK
lookimr cAffee obtainable. It is usv
tr iTtnct the essential oils from cofft.-e
beans before selling the latter as cofo
the essences being manufactured pJ
arately into extracts. Mi s
Spices of all kinds afford an inviting
field for the exercise of fraudulentV-rtp.
They are almost always sold U? the
form of a fine powder, and any&henp
substance serves as a substitute. Crease
and beans are largely employed r this
purpose. In fact the productkatof so
called "spice mixtures" or pepper
dust" from which any kind fcf ;spice
can be readily manufactured by tie re
tail grocer, has grown to b' an im
portant branch of industry. , These
products are variously, known, as "P.
D. pepper," "P. D. gingef' 'R D.
cloves" and s on. They irj'sold by
the barrel and are made to resemble in
appearance the genuine articles they
represent, the merchant hkving it left
to his discretion how much.' of r'the real
stuff he will add in each cfti-i for flavor
ing. $ r
Almost any'sort of refuse serves very
well as material for thesejuroparations.
For black pepper the producer common
ly uses roasted ship's bread, mustard
husks, cornmeal, linseed' meal, wheat,
rice and particularly cboanut shells.
Pure ginger is made oui.Of jcornmeal by
simply adding red peppyrand salt. All
spice is composed ofinastard husks,
cracker dust and corn; Mace is mostly
flour, cornmeal and tbactcwheat. Cay
enne pepper is chieflylprtrand rice, flour
and red lead. Musfcinl is flour and
cayenne pepper. Whatever substances
may be employed rodbtiag serves to give
them the proper ce'oVV while a sifting
of finely powdered'taarcoal will trans
form cornmeal iafStjjjblack pepper at
short notice. Onl arm in New York
I City puts on the laurlKt five thousand
pounds oi growQ cucuauut sneiis
yearly, for purpojri of adulteration, ad
vertising to sufllj) dealers with "all
necessary inforai-llon for spice manu
facturing." $
The flower 1xmU of the clove tree,
known commercially as "cloves," are
fraudulently subjected before they are
sold to a procfi "ay which their volatile
oil is remoYfcJthc latter being mar
keted as "essetiea of cloves." However,
the thrifty cfeaWr does not permit the
cloves to leave.ais hands until he has
added to tHeia stems, allspices and
burnt nut soeHs. What is known as
"essence oteaffee' consists mostly of
burnt molafaay. The flavoring extracts
used in thfelfetsehold are nearly all of
them mixtfcrej& of acids and other drugs.
They avepH iore or less harmful, but
the manviflfurer who attemped to sell
pare articain this line would have no
chance i&'tlfc market. Cream of tartar
often coVtafns as much as five per cent
of oxallriMd. Cider vinegar is apt to
be co
gar witn sulpliuric acid
add
Jacontains none of the little
eels
liaa- are found in trood vineear.
beca
lurtaey cannot live in it
aSjpne buys tea at one dollar a
W
pou
oae is very likely to pay in real-
ity
dlollars a nound. because half of
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tne q JBaiity is currant leaves, indigo,
soapiiftaie and China clay arc among
other Sual ingredients of tea. Sago is
potafe starch. Grated horseradish is
carajrped of turnips. Bologna sausage
ispajd meat of unidentified animals,
colonel with saltpeter and Venetian
raf jfFlour is weighted with soapstone.
aje cider is sweetened water, sharp
hvith citric and tartaric acids and
with oil of orange skin. It costs
n cents a gallon to make and
for two dollars and fif tv cents a
Maple sugar is glucose, and so
loney, mostly. Keal honey can be
;inguished under the microscope by
pollen grams it contains. They
e wonderfully beautiful forms, and
c very flowers from which the honey
is been obtained can be identified bv
the various exquisite shapes of these
fructifying germs.
it is estimated that ninety million dol-
lars' worth of fraudulent food products
are mixed with good articles or sold in
place of them annually in the United
States.- This amount is stolen from the
people" by men who ' coin? f orfunes
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thronirh cheating the consumers. Inci
dentally the products of the farm arfl
eneapenco, ami urc puuuwia i.v.
well. Necessarily, the fraud falls most
heavily upon the poor, who cannot-af-f
onl to buyat the more expensive shojjs,
where exfaa pricessgive a certain inar
anco' against 'swindling: Sickened jby
deb:'1milpoisooous""-foous, the vic
tims are even unable to 'procure pure
medicines for remedial purposes since
they too are enormously adulterated.
Kansas City Times.
COOKERY AND HEALTH.
From IrfK-tnre by Mr. E. B. KelloffST.
the Itattle Creek Sanitarium.
Food is one of the mightiest forces of
the universe. The manner of men and
women we are, depends in a great meas
ure upon the food we eat. But very
few people stop to inquire what is the
diet best adapted to the maintenance o ?
perfect health; they eat whatever grati
fies the palate or is most conveniently
obtained. "Give us something good to
eat" is the great cry of humanity. Our
food should certainly be good, but it
should be chosen with reference to its
dietetic value and not by the amount of
pleasure which it gives to the palate.
Then would our bodies be strong and
pure and full of health and we ourselves,
abletojulfil the purpose of existence in
thebestTaW truest manner. The fit
ueaG of a footT'forgood-sibuilding nvite-rialJfl-jpeniU;Hpoii
its nutritive, value,
itslijestibility and" its palaiableross.
Th drst depends;appa the selection of
prerer material, tne aeconu,. requisite is
funly dependent upon ate preparation.
tne best oi materia, earn va so pyuny
pared that it is totally unfit to nour
the system. The evils of ibad eook-
7 are so manifold that it has been cal-
itlated that they far exceed the evils
isalting from strong dnnlc
yVfesrun, smoothly because healthfully.
. nil iroiiii luuti uruicriv uvhjivc-ii, m
OBt witn poor ioou me reverse isapiiu
be true. So strong is the bond of union
between mind and hotly that whatever
creates a morbid action of the bodily
functions, dwarfs and cripples the moral
'and mental faculties. From this it is
evident that the proper preparation of
food is of very great importance, al
though it is one which receives but
little thought and study. Cookery is
too often looked upon as a menial serv
ice and it is relegated to thoae who are
totally ignorant of what constitutes
healthful food, although they may be
able to go through the mechanical pro
cess of mixing ingredients. The proper
preparation of food involves both chem
ical and physical processes which neces
sitate careful study. The health and
happiness of the family circle depend
very largely 'upon the food served, and
what higher mission can one conceive
than to prepare the wherewithal to
make shoulders strong to bear life's bur
dens, and brains clear to solve its intri
cate problems.
But it is often said that people have
lived and do live without giving heed to
these things, apparently assuming that
because the present system is eustomary
that it is right and prop.'r. Do those
who are utterly careless of dietetic prin
ciples make the bet of their lives and
accomplish the utmost possible with
the talent which God has entrusted to
them? There is a trite saying about
plain living making high thinking, and
I believe the reverse Is equally true
that with high living one will do very
plain thinking. It is just as easy to
furnish our tables with well cooked,
easily digested food if we only have the
knowledge and the will to do so; indeed,
if we have the will we will get the
knowledge.
It is a common notion that foods made
rich with fats are specially nourishing,
but this is an error. The nourishing
quality of a food depends upon its di
gestibility as well as upon its constitu
ent elements. Although fats in proper
quantities serve a good purpose in the
vital economy, its excessive use is in
jurious since it Is very difficult of diges
tion. The same may be said of the
abundant use of sugar. Really rich and
nutritious foods are those which con
tain a large proportion of the essential
food elements in a condition in which
they can be easily assimilated. Whole
wheat bread, oatmeal, cracked wheat
and the like are really "rich foods." In
fact they are the most perfect of foods,
sinee they not only contain all the
needed food elements in a form easy of
digestion but also free from deleterious
elements. Reported by Helen L. Man
ning. AN UNDISPUTED DECISION.
It Was so IMalnly Warranted That There
AViih No Appeal.
It so happened that several days ago
a certain -well-known lawyer, who for
narrative purposes shall be nameless,
came into the official presence of a
learned judge whose cognomen shall
likewise be discreetly veiled.
The lawyer did not arrive alone. He
was accompanied by a large number of
previously encompassed drinks, and, in
the language of the pave, a symphonic
"brannigan" was concealed about his
person.
"Mr. ."remarked the Solon, "I am
astonished to see you in such a condi
tion." "Dish un," sighed the lawyer. Waz
zermatter?"' "There is no need of explaining, sir."
"Yesher is. You 'tack my condishun
wazzermatter wish it?"
"To be plain, Mr. , you are very
drunk."
"Y"r honor," responded the inebriated
one after a moment's pause, "I've been
prac'sing here for fifeen years un' that"
the firsh c'rect decishun I ever heard in.
thish court"
It cost him fifty for contempt. N. Y.
Commercial Advertiser.
Sho Wanted It lilac!;.
Uncle Ebony 1'se done brought back
dat dress your lad' done guv my wife,
sah, to go to de Coonville ball wid. She
say it won' do.
Bin-jo Why, what's the matter with
it, uncle?
Uncle Ebony It's a little off color,
s.ili Vnn kml she's done cot to go ia
i mournin,' sah, on account ob her firs?
husban.' Judge.
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