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Mildred
BY THE : DUCHESS
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| CHAPTER XIX. ( Continued. )
"You should not hit a man when he
is down , " he said , reproachfully.
"I don't think you will be long
down , " returned Blount with an en
couraging nod that somehow made
Denzil's heart beat high , though he did
not dare to take the words in their
under meaning. "And now I must be
off. No , thank you , my dear I can
not stay to dinner ; I have so many
things to attend to before seven. But
tell Sir George I will look him up
-again In the morning. And give my
love to the girls ; and tell Mildred that
I know , and she knows , there Is but
one man in the world can ever make
.her happy. "
He looked kindly at Denzil as he
poke , but the latter would" not accept
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the insinuation conveyed in his words.
Mrs. Younge , however , noticed both
the glance and the significant V ne , and
a light broke in upon her.
When Lady Caroline had followed
Dick Blount out of the room she went
over and 1elt down by her son.
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"Denzil , ' ' she said , lovingly , "I know
It all now. But am I never to speak
of it ? "
And he answered as he kissed her :
"Do not let us ever mention it again
there's a darling mother. "
But all that night Mrs. Younge
gazed at the girl and wondered , pondering
dering many things and blaming , womanlike
an-like , yet feeling in her heart the
while that the choice her son had
made was indeed a perfect one.
After this Denzil made rapid strides
toward recovery , growing stronger ,
gayer and more like the Denzil they
nad known in the first days of their
acquaintance than he had been for
some time before his illness. He could
now walk from room to room and take
long drives , though Stubber still in
sisted on some hours In the day being
spent on the sofa * Miss Trevanion
Denzil saw dally , though seldom alone
and who shall say how much this
conducted toward the renewing of his
strength ?
It wanted but a fortnight of Charlie's
wedding day , and Denzil , who was feel
ing a little tired , and was anxious to
attain perfect health before the event
came off having promised to attend
in the character of "best man" was
lying on the lounge in the library
when Mildred came in.
"I did not know you were in from
your drive , " she said. There was less
constraint between them now than
there had ever been. "Did you enjoy
it ? "
"Very much indeed. "
"So you ought , " she said. "Could
there be a more beautiful day ? " She
threw up the low window as she spoke
and leaned out. "The air reminds me
of summer , and the flowers are becom
ing quite plentiful , instead of being
sought longingly one by one. "
"Yes , " returned Denzil , vaguely ,
thinking all the time what an exquisite
picture she made , framed in by the
window and its wreaths of hanging
ivy.
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"By the bye , did you like the bunch
I gathered for you this morning ? See
there they are over there. "
"Were they for me ? " asked Denzil ,
looking pleased. "I did not flatter my
self that they were. "
"Well , yes , I think they were chiefly
meant for you , " returned Mildred ,
carelessly. "Invalids are supposed to
get every choice thing going are they
not ? though indeed you can scarcely
come under that head now. "
She threw down the window again ,
and came back toward the center of
the room.
"Mildred , " said Denzil suddenly he
had risen on her first entering , and
stood leaning against the chimneypiece -
piece "there is something connected
with my illness , a dream it must have
been , that , whenever I see you , preys
upon my mind. May I tell it to you ?
The vivid impression it made might
perhaps leave me if I did. "
"Of course you may , " answered Mil
dred , growing a shade paler.
"Come over here then and sit down ;
I can not speak to you so far away. "
She approached the hearth rug and
stood there.
"I will warm my hands while you
tell me , " she said , determined that ,
should it prove to be what she half- ,
dreaded to hear , he should not see her
face during the recital.
"Well , then , " he began , "I thought
that , as I lay in bed one evening , the
door opened , and you came into the
room , and , walking softly over to my
bedside , stood there very sorrowfully
looking down upon me. We were
alone , I think" passing his hand in a
puzzled manner over his forehead , as
though endeavoring vainly to recollect
something "at least I can remember
no one else but us two , and it seemed
to me that presently you began to cry
and stooped over me. whispering some
thing , I forget what , and I took your
hands like this" suiting the action
to the word "and then some figures
came toward us , but I waved them
back , holding you tightly all the time ;
and" here he paused , his eyes fixed
earnestly upon the opposite wall , as
though there he saw reacting all that
was struggling for clearness in his
brain "and I asked you to do some
thing for me then something that
would aid my recovery more than all
the doctor's stuff and you "
"No , no , I did not ! " cried Mildred ,
vehemently , unable longer to restrain
her fear of his next words , and trying
passionately to withdraw her hands.
"Yes , you did ! " exclaimed Denzil ,
excitedly ; "I know It now. It was not
fancy how could I ever think it was ?
it was reality. Oh , Mildred , you
kissed me. "
"How dare you ? " cried Miss Trevan
ion , bursting Into tears. "You know I
did not ; it is untrue a fevered dream
anything but the truth. "
"Do you say that ? " he said , releas
ing her. "Of course , then , it was mere
Imagination. Forgive me ; I should not
have said it , but the remembrance of
it haunts me night and day. This
room , too , fosters all memories. Here
for the first time I told you how I loved
you ; and here , too , you refused me ,
letting me see how wild and unfounded
had been my hope that you also loved
me in return. Do you remember ? "
"Yes , yes , I remember , " Mildred
answered , faintly , turning her face
away.
"Over there" pointing to a distant
couch "we met again , after weeks of
separation and oblivion since you say
that past thought of mine was but a
dream and I felt when you entered
the room how undying a thing is love.
You see this place is fraught with pain
to me , and yet I like it. I like to sit
here and think , and picture to myself
those old scenes again , only giving
them a kindlier ending. "
"Do you still care to recall them ? "
she asked in a low , broken voice.
"I shall always care to recall any
thing connected with you , " he answer
ed , simply ; then "Did I ever thank
you , Mildred , for coming to my assist
ance on that last hunting day ? I think
not I have no recollection of all that
occurred , but they told me how good
to me you were. "
"It was the very commonest human
ity , " she said.
"Of course that was all. You would
have done the same for anyone. I
know that. Still I am grateful to you. "
Then suddenly , "Why did you break
off with Lyndon ? "
"You have asked me that question
before , " she said.
"I know I have , and I know also how
rude a question it is to ask ; and still I
cannot help wishing to learn the an
swer. Will you tell me ? "
She hesitated and then said , slewly :
"He discovered , or fancied , that I
did not care sufficiently for him ; and
he was too honorable to marry a wom
an who did not accept him willingly
of her own accord. "
"When did he make that discovery ? "
"We ended our engagement the even
ing of your accident , " she answered ,
evasively , and with evident reluctance.
"Mildred , if I thought , " he began ,
passionately , trying to read her face ,
"if I dared to believe what your words
appear to imply I might be mad
enough again to say to you words that
have ever fallen coldly on your ear. 1
would again confess how fondly I love
you how faithfully during all these
wretched months I have clung to the
sweet memories of you that ever linger
in my heart. "
She shrunk away a little and covered
her face with her hands.
"Do you still turn from me , Mildred ?
Am I distressing you ? Darling , I will
say no more. It is indeed for the last
time in all my life that I have now
spoken. Forgive me. Mildred ; I am
less than a man to pain you in this
way ; but , oh , my dearest , do not
shrink from me , whatever you do ; do
not let me think I have taught you to
hate me by my persistence. See , I am
going , and for the future do not be
afraid that I shall ever again allude to
this subject" He drew near her and
gently kissed her hair. "Good-by , " he
said , once more , and then , slowly al
most feebly , walked down the room
toward the door.
Miss Trevanion stood gazing after
him , her blue eyes large and bright
with fear ; she had an intense longing
to say she knew not what Oh , for
words to express all that was in her
heart !
Her hands were closely clasped to
gether ; her lips , pale and still , refused
to move. It was the last time he had
said so ; if she jet him go now it was
a parting that must be forever ; and
yet she could not speak. Her love , her
life was going , and she could not utter
the word that would recall him. Al
ready he had turned the handle of the
door ; the last moment had indeed come
would he not turn ?
"Denzil ! " she cried , desperately ,
breaking down by one passionate effort
the barrier that had stood so long be
tween them , and held out her hands to
him.
"My love ! " he said , turning. And
then in another moment she was in his
arms and all the world was forgotten.
( The End. )
A Good Cook.
To be a good cook means the know
ledge of all fruits , herbs , balms and
spices , and of all that is healing and
sweet in the fields and groves , and
savory in meats. It means careful
ness , inventiveness , watchfulness , wil
lingness and readiness of appliance. It
means the economy of our great-
grandmothers and the science of mod
ern chemists. It means much tast
ing and no wasting. It means English
thoroughness , French , art , and Ara
bian hospitality. It means , in fine ,
that you are to be perfectly and al
ways ladies ( loafgivers ) , and are to
see that everybody has something
nice to eat Ruskin.
PRODUCER AND USER.
THEY ARE INTERDEPENDENT
UPON EACH OTHER.
Heir the Practical Operation of the
Protective Principle Meets the Re
quirement of Initiation for the Great-
oat Good of the Greatest Number.
J. D. .Wilson of Randolph , Mo. , re
cently addressed the following to the
editor of the American Economist :
Conceding that the tariff on wool
makes the grower money , who pays It
In the end , the man who wears the
woolt or who ? Seems to me that legis
lation should be for the greatest good
to the greatest number. In other words ,
don't more people wear wool than
grow it ? "
Answer : Questions of this sort the
Free Traders have been asking lor
many , many years , always answering
them to their own complete satisfac
tion. In their way of looking at It
protection benefits the few at the ex
pense of the many. Our western friend
has got It all figured out In the same
way. Pity It Is that his talents should
be wasted away out in "Darkest MIz-
zoury ! " He should have been a col
lege professor. But we shall take him
as he is and endeavor to solve his
conundrum.
Conceding , as he says and this Is an
important concession that the tariff
on wool makes money for the wool
grower , who pays it ? Principally the
foreign wool grower , who Is compelled
to accept a lower price for his product
in order to sell it in the United States
after the duty has been added. Possib
ly the man who wears clothing made
of wool pays some of the tariff , but not
much. Clothing is little or no higher
in price than it was in days of non-
Protected wool under the Wilson tariff
law. If a suit of clothes could ba
bought a trifle cheaper , then the wage
earner and the farmer were none the
better off on that account , because
neither the wage earner nor the farm
er had nearly so much money to buy
clothes with as they have now. If you
could buy an overcoat for a dollar and
didn't have the dollar to pay for it ,
you woudn't be anything like so wel }
off as though overcoats were selling
at ? 10 apiece and you had $15 in your
pocket with which to buy.
But the pivotal thought the great
Free Trade conception of our Mis
souri friend is to be found in his con
cluding proposition that
"Legislation should be for the great
est good of the greatest number. In
other words , don't more people wear
wool than grow it ? "
Most assuredly legislation should be
for the greatest good of the greatest
number. Most assuredly more
wear wool than grow it. Right
here is the strength of protec
tion and weakness of Free Trade. Not
only does protection call for legisla
tion that involves the greatest good
to the greatest number ; it legislates
for the greatest good of the whole
number. There is today in this coun
try no individual not one who is
not in some way distinctly the gainer
by the policy of protection. Even the
importer or the American agent for
foreign merchandise is the beneficiary
of a state of prosperity which has in
creased the demand and likewise the
purchasing power of the most liberal
body of purchasers and consumers the
world has ever known. The use in the
United States of foreign made articles
of art , luxury and fashion was never so
great as now , while the production and
consumption of domestic articles of all
sorts ( that is to say , the gross volume
of Internal trade ) and the sales to for
eigners of articles of domestic produc
tion are so much greater than ever be
fore that for the first time in its his
tory the United States has become the
leading nation of the world alike in
domestic and foreign trade , and , in
stead of being in debt to the money
centers of Europe , is now a creditor
nation. The economic policy that has
brought all this to pass may surely
be considered as productive of the
greatest good to the greatest number.
But our Missouri friend needs some
light on the question , "Don't more people
ple wear wool than grow it ? " As we
have said , this question must be an
swered in the affirmative. So do more
people eat wheat and corn and beef
and mutton and pork than raise those
articles. A thousand times more people
ple use nails than those who make
nails. So with every article of use
and consumption. The users and con
sumers outnumber the producers many
times over. Protection takes account
of this condition and by diversifying
production alike in the factory and on
the farm calls into being a tremendous
army whose needs and requirements
are mutual and interdependent. It in
sures to the American farmer a profit
able market for his wool by insuring
a steady demand on the part of per
sons who wear but do not grow wool ,
and by taking care that the cheaper
wools of foreign countries shall not
come in and break down the price of
home grown wools. Otherwise the
American wool grower would have to
go out of business , as so many thous
ands did when wool was deprived of
protection in the Free Trade tariff law
of 1894-1897. Is it not a wise tariff pol
icy that diversifies industry in agricul
ture and enables the farmer to profit
ably produce articles which he could
not otherwise produce except at a loss ,
and that by creating and furnishing
employment for a vast aggregate of
busy and well paid wage earners in
sures to the farmer a near by , close-to-
hftme demand at profitable prices for
his products ?
OUTLOOK FOR FLAX AND LINEN
Last year there were 2,300,000 acres
given over to the raising of flax in the
three states of North and South Dako
ta and Minnesota ; and it is reported
that this year's sowing will show an
Increase of 200,000 acres over the fig
ures for last year. The flax Industry ia
one more to be added to the lifit of in
dustries which owe their establishment
in this country directly to our protec-
tectlve tariff policy. It , along with the
silk industry , the tin plate Industry ,
the steel Industry , and a host of others-
in their turn , has been belittled and
sneered at by the free traders and the
protection given to it has been opposed
with violence. It Is in a fair way now ,
however , toward attaining such pro
portions that these followers of Cobden -
den will be obliged , In order tot retain
any reputation ) even a somewhat
shaky one , for truthfulness , to drop
their cry of "bogus Industry , " so far
as flax-raising is concerned ; and the
time is not very far distant when the
United States will be able to entirely
supply its people with linen of home
manufacture , as well as with native
woolens and cottons and silks.
HIS ATTITUDE.
President McKInley Not In Sympathy
with Free-Trado Innovations.
There is good reason to believe that
the well-informed Washington corre
spondent of the Philadelphia Press
speaks with knowledge and authority
when he asserts that President McKInley -
ley Is opposed alike to tariff revision
and to the Kasson plan of reducing
tariff rates by special trade treaties.
The president , it is said , deprecates the
opening up of the tariff question as
disturbing and Injurious to business
interests , and the Babcock folly of
slaughtering the minor concerns by re
moving all protective duties from for
eign products competing with'the pro
ducts of the steel trust will receive no
encouragement from the administra
tion.
tion.With
With equal positiveness it is affirmed
that President McKinley has not
only exerted no pressure for the ratifi
cation of the French reciprocity treaty ,
but , on the contrary , has been in full
sympathy with the protectionist op
position to that ill-advised and mis
chievous instrument According to the
Press correspondent the president
did not examine the French treaty be
fore submitting it to the senate for ap
proval , and hence was not aware that
Commissioner Kasson had agreed upon
a draft distinctly designed to benefit
certain industries by withdrawing
needed protection from other indus
tries.
tries.With
With equal reason it may be taken
for granted that the president had not
investigated the scope and operation
of the proposed Argentina treaty ,
which provided for a reduction of 20
per cent from the duties on wool pro
vided for in the Dingley tariff law.
Undoubtedly the president is in
favor of reciprocal trade arrangements
that shall enlarge the foreign demand
for American products , but it is real
and not bogus reciprocity that he fa
vors the reciprocity authorized by the
Republican national platform of 1900 ,
In "what we do not ourselves pro
duce. " Those who imagine that Presi
dent McKinley is today anything less
than the sound and consistent protec
tionist that he always was are nursing
a vain delusion. The president is a
friend of American labor and industry.
Make no mistake about that !
They > "ever Reflect.
Philadelphia Record managers and
other free traders , whose main politi
cal policy is , "Anything to deprive
American wage earners of em
ployment and wages and enrich foreign
monopoly by giving them our home
market while we pay the taxes , " are
still battling for a return to the robber
Wilson tariff which swindled , accord
ing to Samuel Gompers , two and one-
half millions breadwinners out of their
jobs. Do these enemies of the com
mon people ever reflect that the Ruler
of nations is also the God of the poor ,
and that His justice is merely delayed ?
HE WILL NOT SUCCEED.
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Reciprocity the TVrong tTay.
Let us have no tampering in the way
of reciprocating treaties that do recip
rocating the wrong way. To be sure
such treaties carefully constructed as
sist American industries but they dose
so , as the patterns rejected show , at
the expense of certain other American
industries. This , then , is not reciproc
ity , but simply nothing more or less
than the English tariff idea of fair
trade. Racine ( Wis. ) Journal.
"What Does He Want ?
Babcock , of Wisconsin , continues to
remark that the Republicans of the
West are in favor of a reduction of
'duties on articles which can be pro
duced here more cheaply than else
where , and his listeners continue to
wonder whether he wants the Rpubli-
can party to be a party of tariff re
form. Syracuse Post-Standard.
One of the latest medical theories Is
that certain diseases ward off death.
Rheumatic people , for Instance , are
said rarely to die young. Why , the
medical men are unable to say , but It
Is probable that the blood acquires
some property which Is fatal to the
germs of other diseases. A doctor of
experience has noticed the fact that In
a family of live or six brothers and sis
ters , one of whom Is rheumatic , that
one will outlive the others , as a rule.
If gout can be kept away from the
heart and confined to the big toe the
patient is likely to live to be 90 or
100 years old. It is said that this is
due to the fact that the disease puri
fies the blood. If one has an attack
of smallpox and lives through It , he
stands an excellent chance of attain
ing a ripe old age. In a census of aged
people taken many years ago it was
found that a large percentage of them
were pock-marked. This led an emin
ent physician to make a calculation
which proved that there were twice as
many pock-marked people over 80
years old as there would have been
had not the smallpox exercised a pre
servative Influence. He accounted for
this curious fact by concluding that the
smallpox microbe frightens away all
other microbes , just as rats frighten
away mice from a house. Deafness is
said to have the property of adding to
the victim's age. Now and then a deaf
man is run over in a city street , but
when deaf people prudently pitch their
tents in the country their chances of
a long life are extremely good. The
true explanation of this is declared to
be the fact that deafness saves people
a lot of worry over small matters and
from the wear and tear of noises. The
shrill noises to which most people are
insensible because they have got used
to them really are harmful. Clanging
bells of street cars and ambulances ,
of "autos" and bicycles ; the roar of
elevated and surface trains , the
rattling of carts end drays ; the.shouts
of paper sellers and hucksters ; even
the crowing of cocks , the barking of
dogs and tni whistling of boya , are
seriously injurious to one's health.
The ear nerve Is very largo and every
time It Is over-stimulated the brain re
ceives a shock. Deaf people escape
all these llfe-shorteners and hence they
live long. Bronchitis often shortens
life , but In some cases it has the op
posite effect. A large number of the
old people one meets cough all the year
round with chronic bronchitis. Ono
would think to listen to them that they
must cough themselves to death soon ,
but that Is not so. The coughing helps
the heart to circulate the blood , and ,
in fact , gives exercise to many of the
organs. Only for this daily exercise
many old people's mechanism would
get fatally clogged. Besides , a man
with bronchitis will not sit in a
draught , he will avoid getting wet and
will not stay out half the night losing
his sleep and "painting the town" with
the "boys. " Tims he more than compensates - U
pensates for the injury done to him
by his ailment. Perhaps the most sur
prising assertion Is that disease In
parents often confers long life on chil
dren. The contrary Is believed , popu
larly , and no doubt there is some
ground for the belief. Some time ago
the British Medical Association Inves
tigated the subject of old age. Tak
ing 310 people aged from 80 to 90 years ,
they inquired into their family history.
Here Is the result : There was cancer
in 44 families ; consumption in G5 fam
ilies ; gout in 30 families ; rheumatism
in 59 families ; insanity In 13 families ;
apoplexy and paralysis in 42 families.
Thus there was a history of deadly
diseases in the families of 253 of the
old people. In 47 more families there
was likewise some grave disease. And
only 40 families were free , or said to
be free , from those maladies which
usually are supposed to be hereditary.
New York Press.
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As long as you are the hero of your
own stories an unreasonably suspi
cious world will probably doubt their
accuracy.
OLDEST TREE IS IN CEYLON
It Has Been Through the W e sv t h e ref
of Twenty-two Centuries
The very oldest tree , which has
withstood the onslaught of centuries ,
is certainly the Bo-Gha , or sacred Bo.
It is one of the greatest natural curi
osities of Ceylon. It stands in An-
uradhapura , the ancient capital of the
kings of the island. It is a fig tree ,
grown from a sprig cut from the
original tree under which Gautama
rested on the day he became a Buddha.
It was planted in 288 before the Chris
tian era , in the eighteenth year of the
reign of Devenipiatissa , and is now
2.189 years old. The extraordinary
tree seems to bear out the prophecy
made by the king who planted it : It
will blossom to the end of centuries.
M. Leclercq , the oriental scholar , says
that the sacred Bo was honored under
all the reigning dynasties and spared
by every invader. For 22 centuries ,
millions of pilgrims have come and
knelt down at the base of the revered
tree. To this clay its leaves are pious
ly gathered by the pilgrims and kept
and revered by them as saintly relics.
The renown of this tree dates from far
back. As late as the fifth century the
Chinese traveler , Fa Hian , came to
visit it. The Bo of Anuradhapura is
certainly the oldest historical tree now
in existence. All the other Bos which
grace Ceylon temples were grown from
it. Thousands of years of age are also
credited to the Dracena at Orotava , to
the chestnut tree on the Athua , the
Virgin's tree in Egypt , the cedars of
the Libanus , the Californian Welling-
tonias , the eucalyptus of Tasmania ,
the Baobabs of the Senegal , and
others ; but these estimations are bated
on mere probabilities , while the ago
of the Bo is established by the most
authentical documents that any man
can require. Today the Bo of Anurad
hapura is no more than a ruin In the
midst of the innumerable ruins of
monuments that are spread all over
the ground around it. Its branches
are supported by thick pillars , the
trunk propped by masonry , in the
shape of a pyramid , which has grown
in height from century to century.
Altars stand all around , on which the
pilgrims lay their offerings. The tree
is inclosed by walls.
SMALL BOY ACTS STAMP THAT THE
HUMAN WITH
THE BADGE OF
HORSE NOBILITY
What nuisances these small boys are
sometimes. The streets are full of
them. They play tricks upon us. They
snowball our tall hats. They steal up
behind us and placard our backs with
"I am blind" or "Wanted to buy 100
cats. " We are made aware of it only
by the people who pass us , stopping
pointing and snickering at us. How
angry we are ! And then we discover
peeping around the corner three or
four small boys. They are so comical
we burst into a laugh ; that is , if we
are wise , and remember that we have
been boys ourselves some time in the
past. And so the incident passes with
the comment , "Boys will be boys. " For
our part , we like small boys. We can
get along with their pranks. We can
endure the noise they make , muddy
footprints on the carpet , pillow fights
in the morning when we would like to
sleep , the new suits all bedraggled and
muddy with holes in the knee , the
stubbed toe that must be washed and
done up , bedlam in the house in gen
eral. Why this moralizing upon the
subject of the small boy ? you ask.
Just this. We saw a small boy , as we
were passing along the crowded street ,
stop and caress a horse. It was not
a royally bred , high-toned beauty , but
an ordinary wrk horse , standing
wearily by the sidewalk waiting for
"Get up here , " and perhaps the lash
of the whip. The boy was eating an
apple. He stopped and patted the
horse. He gave him a part of his ap
ple. He caressed his nose , placing it
against his face. You should have seen
the mutual quick understanding be
tween horse and boy. Would we trust
that boy ? Surely we would with un
counted money. His frank honest face ,
his eyes'speaking sympathy and kind
ness , intelligence and pent-up fun and
life , were an index of his character
and natural bent that were unmistak
able. Boys , you arc soon to be men.
Such incidents as the above are worth
your consideration. They are indexes
of what you are and what you may
hope to be. They have a reflex influ
ence upon you , too , that will help
you in after years. The boy was un
derstood by the horse ; the observing
man understood the boy as well. Bos
ton Traveler.
Kudoneix.
During the campaign in South Af
rica , last year , General Baden-Powell
tapped a telegraph-wire , and heard the
Boer commander Grobler ask General
Botha to send re-enforcements at once ,
as the British had cornered him. This
story was related by the London pa
pers , and Baden-Powell was much ap
plauded for his strategy and good luck
But one little girl , five years old , had
opinions of her own concerning the
exploit She listened very attentively
to the account of the proceeding and
to the approving comments of the elder
members of the family , and when they
had finished she said , decisively :
"Well , I think it was very rude of him
to listen. "
riant * Passion for Music.
A musician in New York asserts that
not only animals but plants have a
passion for sweet music , and a Bostonian -
ian musician avers that when he plays
harmonies his sensitive plant "stretch
es abroad , drinking in the music like
sunshine. " If , on the other hand , he
strikes a discord , the plant trembles
and closes.
Rather be thou the tail among lions
than the head among foxes.
