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CHAPTER XXIV. -â€"TuE BALANCE Qr'lYHRS March, April, May passed away: ano- monea and asphodols came and went; nar- oiaeup and globa-flowar bloomed and with- ered; and \Vnrrcn Ralf, cruising about in the Mud- Turtle round the peacock-blue baya and indentations of the Genome Riviera, had spent menv oloudleae days in quiet: happiness at the pretty lmle villa among the clambering olive terraces on the slope at San Remo. E'eie had lnnrnt 9.9 leaan to ’olerate his presence now: she no longer blushed a. vivid crimson when she saw him coming up the zigzag roadway; she wasn‘t much more awkward before him, in inct, ’ bun with other creatures of bin sex in gen- eta]; nay. more, on a. mere friend she rather likud and enjiyed his society than otherwise. Nab to tht) liked Warren Ralf, indeed would have been quite unpardoualf-e The Bells had all shown her so much kin‘l‘ 41“. nun... .u... u... i. , ness. and “Unan himself had be”) to ohivalrously courteous. that even a heart of stone mlght surely have mehed somewhat towards the manly young painter. And Elsie‘s heart, in spite of Hugh‘s unkindness, was by [0 means stony. She found Wur- ren, in his rough sailor clothes, always gentle. nlvmys unobtrusive, always thought,- ful, always considerate; and as E-lie’s brother, she got on with him quite as com fortnbly in the long run as Could be expectod of gnypody undgr such trying circumstances. “an-.. 1.... :â€" AtJfirat, to be sure, aheucouldn't be in duced to board the deck of the busy little Mud- Turtle. But as May came round with its warm Italian sunshine. Edie so absolutely insisted on her taking a trip with them along ‘ that enchanted coast towards Monaco and Villefranche, beneath the ramping crega of the Tate du Chien, that Elsie at; last gave way in silence. and accompanied them round the bays and headlandr and roedsteads of the Rivers on more than one delightful outing. Edie was beginning. by her simple domestic faith in her brother’s profound artistic powers, to inspire Elsie, too. with a new sort of interest in Warren's future. It began to dawn upon her slowly, in a dim chaotic fashion, that Warren had really a most unusual loxe for the hyways of nature, and a singular faculty for reading and in- terpreting with loving skill her hidden hieroglyphics. “ My dear," Edie said to her once, as they sat on the deck and watch- ed Warren labouring with ceaseless care at the minute growth of a. spreading stain on a bare wall of seaward rock, “ he shall succeed â€"â€"he must Succeed! Imean to make him. He shall be hung. A man who can turn out work like that; must secure in the end his reqognitiop.” -.- nvn “cl: don‘t want recognition." Warren an- swered slowly, putting a few more lingering microscopic toucte; to the wee curved frondlets of the creeping lichen. “I do it because I like to do it. The work itself is its own reward If only I could earn enough to save you and the dear old Mater from having to toil and mail like a. pair of galley- slaves, Edie, I should be amply satiefied, and more than satisfiedâ€"I confess I should like to do that, of course. In art, as else- where, the labourer is worthy of his hire, no doubt: he would prefer to earn his own breed and butter. It‘s hard to work and work and work, and get scarcely any esle after all for one’s pictures.” “u . wage 1" As he said it, he glanced aside nervouslv on Elsie. What a slip of the tongue! With- out remembering for a moment whom he was quoting. he had quoted with thoughtlee: ease a familiar couplet from the “ Echoes from Calfimnohns." Elsie's face showed no passing sign of recognition, however. Perhaps she had never read the lines he was thinking of ; perhaps, if she had, she had quite forgotten them. At anyrste. she only murmured reflectively to Edie : " I think, with you, Mr. Rolf mus! succeed in the end. But: how soon, it: wou‘d be difficult to say. He‘ll have to educate his ubllc, to begin with, up to his own level. can I first saw his work, I could see very little to praise in it. Now, every day, I see more and more. It’s like all good work; it gains upon you as Bu study it closely.': “It’ll come in‘ time," Edie answered, nodding sagaciously. ” People will find out they're compelled at last to recognize your genius. And that's the best succesz:l of All, inthe longrnnâ€"the success that comes without one’s ever seeking it. The men who aim at. succeeding, succeed for a day. The men who work at their art for their art's sake and leave success to mind its own busineea,are the men who fineJIy live for ever." “It doesn't do them much good, though, I'm afraid,” Warren answered, with a. sigh, hardly looking up from his fragments of orange brown veg‘wtation. “ They seldom live to see their final triumph. For praise is his who builds for his own age; Bufi he that builds for time, must lock to time for Warren turned mind to her with a face like a girl’s. “Thank you;" he said gently. sud said no more. But ahe could see that her praise had moved him to the core. For two or three minutes he left ofi‘ painting : he only fumbled with a dry brush at theout- line of the lichens, and pretended to be making invisible improvements in the petty detsils of his delicate foreground. She ob- served that his hand was trembling too much to continue work. After a short pause he laid down his palette and colors. “ I shall leave 06 now," he said, “ till the sun gets lower ; it’s too hot just at present to paint measly-2i. e.‘ ,,,._,A_-n__,,g,mu_. THE THREAD OF LIFE r- Elaie pltied the poor young mm from the bottom of her heart. She Was really afraid he was falling in love With her. And if only he knew how hopeless that would be ! She had a heart once; and Hugh had broken it. That evening, in the sacred recess of Elsie'a room, Edie and Elsie talked things over together in girlish confidence. The summer was coming on space now. \Vhat was Elsie to do wnen the Relis returned, as they must return, E‘ngland? mLAn __.A_ A She could never go back. That was a. fixed point, round which as pivot the rest of the question revolved vaguely. She could never expose herself to the bare chance of meeting Hugh andâ€"Md Mrs. Musinger. She didn't say so, of course ; no need to say it ; she was far too profoundly wounded for that. But Edie and she both took it fox- granted in perfect silence. They understood one another, and wanted no language to communicate their feelings. SUNSHINE Suddenly, Elie had a bright idea: why not an to St; Martin de Lsnbolque? “ Where's St Martin de Ifinboaque'.’ ’ Elsie asked languidly. Her own future W35 no: u subject that aroused in her mind any prov found or enthusiastic interest. “ St Martin (is Lzuwoqne, my dear,” Edie nmwered with her brisket, more matter-of- t-4 â€"--â€"-.n- u :. n mrf. no m.henh safetv valve J", ,, fauna or enthusiastic interest. “ St Martin de Lzuwoque, my dear," Edie nmwered with her brisket, more matter-of- iact manner. “ is anon: oi patent safety valve or overflow cistern for the surplus mmterial of she Nice season. As soon as the summer grows unenduruhly hot 6n the Promenade des Anglaie, the population of the “ pen- sions ” and hotels on the ma. front munith a mutually repulsive influenceâ€"Mm the particles of A gas, econ-ding no that ‘pl‘nfligi- ously learned book you teach the girls elemmtsry physics out of. The he“, in face, new expunsivoly ; it drives them forcibly apaxu in all directions-some to England, some to St. Petersbuxg, some to America, and some to the Italian lakes or the Bernese Oherland. Well, that's what bscomes of most of them ; they melt; away into different, atmospheres. But, a. few visitorsâ€"the people with families who make Nice their real home, net the mere sun-worshippers who want to loll on the chairs on the Quai Masaena. m- in the erdin Public, reme for the summer onlv just as far as St. Martin do Lamosque. 1113 "2.4... _..‘ -.. Ann. M"; J‘"‘" w mu m w- -~â€"~-v ~ . a. jolly liable plum, right up among my mountains, thirty miles or so behind Nice, as beautiful us a butterfly, and as cool as a cucumber, and supplied with all the news aariea of life, from afternoon tea. to a consular chaplain. It's surrounded by the eternal snows, if you like them eternal ; and well ituated for penny ices, if you prefer your glaciers in that mitigated condition. And it' you went there, you might; manage to combine business with pleasure, you see, by giving lessons to the miserable remnant of _: LL- (-~:I:M. mug!- 5- v “:5 nvuuvâ€"y .V the Nice season. Lots of the families must have little girls : lots of the little girls must be pining for instruction : lot-3 of the mem- maa must; be eager to find suitable compan- ionship l and a Girton uraduate’e the very person to supply them all wich just what they want. in the finest pexfection. We’ll look the master up, Elsie. I spy an open- mg. ter. Edie ‘3" “ I know no just cause or impediment why he shouldn't, my dear. He usually does one winter with snot-her. It's a. way he has, to follow his family. He takes his pleasure out in the exercise of the domestic affections.â€" But why do you ask me?” “ Becwse"â€"-Elsie hesitated for a moment â€"“ I thinkâ€"if he doesâ€"I oughtn’c to stay here. " uh: V. “ Nonsense, my dear,” E lie answered promptly. It was the best way to treat Elsie. “ You needn’t; be afraid. I know what you mean. But don’t; distress your- self : men‘s hearts will stand 9. fearful deal of breaking. It doesn’t hurt them. They’re coarse earthenware to our egg-shell porce- lain. He must just pine away with unre- quited afiection in his own way as long as he likes. Never mind him. It‘ll do him good. It's yourself and ourselves you ve got to think 0!. He's quite happy as long as he’s allowed to paint his own unsaleeble pic. tuies in peace and quietness.” “I wish he could sell them,” Elsie went on reflectively. “ I really do. It‘s a shame a man who can paint so beautifully and so poetically as he does should have to wait so long and patiently for his recognition. He strikes too high a note : that's what's the matter. And yet I wouldn’t like to see him try any lower one. I didn’t understand him at first, myself ; and I’m sure I find as much in nature as most peopleâ€"But you want to have looked at things for some time together, through his pair of spectacles, be- fore you can catch them exactly as he does. The eye that sees is half the vision.” nl ywuuu, nuanqu kuvvu w u...».â€".. v- -_,..._ â€"end I mean to advertise him. They ought to hang him, and he shall be hung. I‘m going to see to it. I shall get Mr. Hether- ley to crack him upâ€"Mr. Hatherley has such a lot of influence, you know, with the newspapers. Let's roll the log with cheerful persistence. We ahall float him yet; you see if we don't. He shall be Wan-en Ralf, R.A., with e tail to his name, before you and I have done launching hing.” _ ‘ '7 f Razz-Egg; ignrimred with a quiet sigh. If Warren Rolf could have heard that conâ€" venetian, he might have plucked up heart of grace indeed for the future. When a a woman begins to feel a living interest in a man‘s career, there's hope for him yet in that woman affections. Though, to be sure, Elsie herself would have been shocked to believe it. She cherished her sorrow still in her heart of hearts as her dearest chattel, her most sacred sion. She brought incense and ltears to it daily with pious awe. “’oman-like, she loved to take it out of its shrine and cry over it each night in her own room alone, as a religious exorcise. She was faithful to the Hugh that had never been, though the Hugh that really was had proved so utterly base and un- worthy of her. For that first Hugh's sake, she would never love any other man. She could only feel for Warren Ralf the merest sisterly interest and grateful friendship. However. we must be practical, come what may: we must eat and drink thou h our hearts ache, So it was arranged at last that Elsie should retire for the summer to the cool shades of St. Martin de Lantosque; while the Relfs returned to their tiny house at 1'28 Bletchingley Road, London, W. A few pupils were even secured by book and by crook for the ofi~season, and a home pro- vided for Elsie with an American family, in search of culturein thecheapesr market, who had hired a villa in the patent safety-valve, l l l to avoid the ever unpleasant necessity for, returning to the land oi their birth, across the stormy millpond, for the hot summer. The day before the Relf's took their de- parture from San Remo, Elsie had a few words alone with Warren in the pretty gar- den of the Villa Roses. There was on thing she wanted to ask him particularlyâ€" aspecial favour, yet a very delicate one. The London Spectator for some time past has been discussing the subject of sleepless- ness, aided by correspondents, one of whom writes asfollows, recommending hot water as a remedy :â€"“ For 35 years I have been a most wretched sleeper, or, rather, a most wretched lier-awake, and for the last ten years, having had great pain to bear as well, if I got 20 minutes sleep in the 24 hours I thought myself happy. Eighteen months ago I began to take the hot water, which is ‘ the inseparable and invaluable adjunct of the l Salisbury treatment. I took a pint, com- fortably hot, one good hour before each of my three meals, and one the last thing at nightâ€"naturally, unmixed with anything else. The first night I slept for three hours on end, turned round, and slept again till morning. I have faithfully and regularly continued the hot water, and have never had one ‘bad night ’ since. Pain gradually lessened and went : the shattered nerves be- came calm and strong, and, instead of each night being one long misery spent in weary- ing for the morning, they are all too shcr: for the sweet refreshing sleep I now enjoy. I have recommended this part of the Salis- bury treatment to very many people en- gaged in various and trying occupations, of whom some could only take the hot water morning and night ; and the report in every case is the sameâ€"the advent of the ‘ sweet restorer, balmy sleep.’ " W- Fendersonâ€"“ Yes, I am going to speak pretty soonâ€"just as soon as I get my ideas into shape, you know." Foggâ€"“Oh, I wouldn’t wait for that, Fendy ; the people are anxious to hear you. Why not take somebody else’s ideas that are already in shape ?” “ My dear,” Edie answered in her cheery way, “we’ll make him succeed. \Ve'll push him and pull him. He’ll never do it if he's left to his own devices, I'm sure. He’s too utterly wrapped up in his work itself to think much of the reception the mere vulgar picture-buying World accords it. The clink of the guinea never distracts his ear from higher music. But l’am a practic- al person, thank heavenâ€"‘8. woman of affairs rnL __ “.nLh Will your brother come here SHADE. next win um... ,v- v- ......_ __,, folk much this year 2" she asked timidly. Anl Warren gathered at once what she meant. “ Yes,” he answered in almost. as heaitabing A voice as bar own. looking down at tho prickly-pear: and green lizardl by his fat, and keeping his eyes atuo‘iously from meeting hers; “I shall be cruising round. no doubs, It anmouth and Whim- strand and Laweatmh. and Aldeburgb." f‘ Shall you downgogt the coast of Sn! ‘ J 4.4:!â€" an uuu wuu u I" v She noticed how ingeniously ho had mixed them all up together in a. single lint, M if none were more interesting to her mind than the other ; and she added In an almost in» audible voice : ” If you go to Whitesvrand, I With Verv much you would let me know about poor dear Winifred.” “ I will let you know,” he answered. with a bound of his heart, proud even to be in- trusted with that doubtful commission. “ I’ll make it my business t) go there almoat at once.â€"And I mav write and tell you how I finr! her, mdyn’t I?" -- ‘.,,,.J-‘.L:_ .v , . - . Luis drew: back, a little frightened at his rnqueab. “ Ellie could tell me, oouldn’b she! That would save you the trouble," she mur- mured after a. pluae, not without: rome faint undercurrent of conscious hypocrisy. His "ace fell, He was disappointed that he might not write to her himself on so mums!» matter. “As you will. ’ he an- swered With a down-cast: look. “ Edie shall do it, tlxer." .... . -..â€" u “#7 Elsie‘s heart was divided within her. She saw her reply had hurt and distressed him. He was such a good fellow, and he would be so pleased to write. Bnl if only he knew how hOpelees it was 1 \Vhat folly to encour- age him, when nothing on earth could ever come of it 1 She wished she know what she ought to do under these trying circumstan- ces. Gratitude would urge her to say Ye, of course; but rcgord for his own happiness would make her say No wich crushing prompLitude. 1* was better he should un- derstand at once, without: appeal, the: it was quite impossibleâ€"a dream of the wild- est. She glanced at him shyly and caught his eye ; ahe fancied it was just a. trifle dimmed. She was so sorry for him. “ Very well, Mr. Relf,” she murmured, relenting and taking his hand for a moment to say good-bye. “ Yon can write yourself, if it’s not: t0) much trouble." Warren’s heart gavea great jump. “Thank you.” he said, wringing her hand, oh, no hard I " You are very kind. Good-bye, Miss Challoner." And he raised his hat and deparbed alltremulous. He went down that atmrnonn to the Mud-Turtle in the harbour the happiest man alive in the whole of Sm Remo. Rose Leaves and Wine Screens. Most persons when they removed fade roses from their vases throw away these passe flowers, despite all the sentiment that poets have thrown around faded flowers, but the queen of flowers is so sweet even in its decay that it deserves more tender handling than to be cast into the trash pile. Let me recommend to my readers when they are going to replenish their vases with fresh flowers that they pick off the leaves of the faded roses and save them. They never lose their fragrance entirely, but will diffuse a sweet perfume long after they have become wither ed and sere. After they have become seasoned put them in bags of transparent muslin, and lay them in your bureau draw- ers, or on your wardrobe shelves. and every time you 0 into these receptacles you will be greeteg by a faint, sweet odor, subtile as “ a sweet thought in a dream." Fragrance seems to penetrate so entirely into the brain, stirring up the emotions and lifting up the thoughts that I think we do wisely to 1:0- vide ourselves with as much pure, natural ‘ fragrance as possible. \Vhen the tired housewife, plying some homely task, is greeted through the open wind1w by a fitful l gust of perfume from the white star jessa- ‘ mine, or dainty tea roses in her flower garden, she, for the time, forgets her weari- ness and is lifted into a fairer. better world. But to return to the subject of faded roses, there is another use which can be made of these leaves. Steep them in vinegar, and .keep adding relays of rose leaves till the ‘vinegar becomes well permeated with the ‘ fragrance, then strain and bottle it, and you will find it a pleasant rustic cologne water. ‘ Speaking of flowers reminds me to say what a graceful and excellent device is a screen of vines for turning away the gaze of the public from the front windows of houses along a public road, or in a village, or in the suburbs of a town. I have seen the plan tried very successfully. The frame should be made a few yards in front of the window, and should be overrun with honeysuckle or any other pretty vines, though. of course, a flowering one is preferable. These screens are highly ornamental as well as useful, and are a real blessing to women living on a public highway where they are exposed to the intrusive gaze of the passers by. The London Spectator for some time put has been discussing the subject of sleepless- ness, Aided by correspondents, one of whom writes he follows, recommending hot water i as a remedy :â€"“ For 35 year: I have been a most wretched sleeper, or, rather, a most wretched ller-nwske, sad for the last ten years, having had great pain to beer ss well, if I got 20 minutes sleep in the 24 hours I thought myself happy. Eighteen months ago I began to take the hot water, which is the inseparable and invaluable adj unct of the Salisbury treatment. I took a. pint, com- ‘ forlsbly hot, one good hour before each oi my three meals, and one the last thing at nightâ€"naturally, unmixed with anything else. The first night I slept for three hours on end, turned round, and slept again till morning. I have faithfully and regularly continued the hot water, and have never bed one. ‘lnd night ’ since. Pain gradually lessened and went : the shattered nerves be- came calm and strong, and, instead of each night being one long misery spent in weary- ing for the morning, they are all too shcrt for the sweet refreshing sleep I now enjoy. I have recommended this part of the Salis- bury trentment to very. many people en- gaged in various and trying occupations, of whom some could only take the hot water morning and night ; end the report in every case is the sameâ€"the advent of the ‘ sweet I restorer, balmy sleep.’ " To Induce Sleep. (To BE CONTINUED.) It is wrong to call a dude odonkey. He is merely a clothes horse. It in remarkable that, no matter how much nice palatable grass there is lying around loose, the country cow always pm. (era your new strnw hat. Country ministerâ€"Little boy, “hat will your father any to your fishing on Sun. day? Uthle bnyâ€"lf you cm wait a minniu he'll tell you. He’s jest gone to dig more bah. The Powers That Ba. Miktfesaâ€"“Brid- get, I wish you wouldn't go out this atwr. noon. I am not feeling very well.” Bridget, â€"“FMbh, but that’s a '{mre rayaon ! I'm well enough menilf, ain‘t 1?" Of the candidates for President this year Cleveland is the biggest, Harrison is the shortest, Gen. Fisk is the handsomeat. Sweeter is the wealthiest, Belva. Lockwood is the swaebest. Now take your choice. A Pennsylvania man recently wrote to his aomawhnb illiterate son, who had mar- ried and setcled in the West, asking : “How is your son and heir?’ A week or two later be received the gratifying reply that “ the boy is doing splendidly, but I am losing my hair.” Little Boyâ€"“ Mamma, what. does this mean : ‘Never judge a. man by his clothea?’ ’ Maumaâ€"“Oh, it means that men haven’t sense enough to select: clothes, and it‘s 8.1- wnya hit or miss with ’em. Women folk are the only ones that can be judged by their clothes.” Mr. Sampson (finishing song)â€"â€"“Da you know, Miss'Smitb. that I am always sad- dest when I sing?" Miss Smith (gently)â€" “I feel very much that; way myself, Mr. Sampson.” Mr. Sampsonâ€"“Ah, then you, too, sing sometimes '1" Miss Smithâ€"“No, I never sing.” “Doctor,” said a. citizen. who was after some free medical advice. “ I am restless, and sleep but little. Can you tell me what position I ought to take to obtain rest?" “ Yes, sir," replied the physician, “ you take a. good fa: Government position and you Will have no trouble aboutrest.” Amyâ€"“ I want you to introduce me to your friend, Mr. Smith, Charlie. I know him only by sight. As he passed me on Fifth avenue yesterday he tripped on a banana peel and fell heavily.” Charlieâ€"“ What of it? ’ Amyâ€"“He didn’t swear as you would have done.” Cnnrlie (calmly)â€"” He is dumb.” But the play room is Hot all. This is the age of manual culture. the grandest of in- novations has occurred. Hereafter educa- tion will mean the culture of the Whole i bodyâ€"hendcraft as well as headcrait. It l follows that each house that is intended for l a home should hsve its provision for the l education cf the handâ€"a. workshop. 3 “301 1 room for every member of the family to find ’ his chosen occupation. If necessary, a separate building should adjoin the house. ‘ Where there are five children there may be five separate occupations chosen. One of I mine preters carpenters‘ tools and engineer- ing, another printers’, and a. third cures Husbandâ€"(on his way to church)â€"I’l juzt skip on ahead, my dear, and get some change. I’ve nothing less than one dollar, and that’s too much to give. Wife (on his overtaking her)â€"Did you get the bill chang- ed? Husbandâ€"Yes. Wifeâ€"You will con- tribute half a dollar, John? Husbandâ€"I can't very well now. I happened to meet three or four friends, and I've only got a quarter left. Good Deaconâ€"“ Have you been out of town ?" Young Manâ€"“ No sirâ€"well, I was away a Week or so a couple of months ago.” " I supposed you had not; been here, because it; is many Sundays since I have seen you at; church. You used to come regularly with your sister." “ 011? she was not my sister. Church was the only place her parents would let her go to with me. But it’s all right now. We're married.” publi‘ A itiend'of mine, says a writer in the Pitts- burgh Dispatch. has a- ttlephone in his East End residence. Likewise he possesses a lit- tle dwgttar, some four years of age, of win- ning ways, sweet. face, and (artfully artless manner8_ us When bedtime came a few nig ts ego the mother of this little maid could not find her. She was not in the nursery ; and cmrying on‘ the search her mother reached the landing on the stairs. There she stayed a moments, and, listening, heard the babe's voice in the hall below. Looking over the banisters, she was surprised to see tiny Miss Mabel standing on a hell chair and talking into the belephone in a loud voice. “And 50,” said he bitterly, when he realized that she had rejected him, “ and so you have been flirting hem-closely with me all the while. “'ell, thank Heaven, I luve found you out at lust !" "Yes," she replied, “ you have; and, what is more, I think you will find me can hereafteflwheu you call." - nvuu Ivnvvl “Hello! Hello! Hello! central 1" the child was saying in exact imitation of her father's manner. “ Hello, central 1 Give me heav- en ; I want if say my prayer I” Children shonldnotbecompelled to take to the streets for sport. It should be a part of the household system no afford play, and to do it; as surely and systematically as books and food. We have a good deal yet to learn about play. W a should have out hours for spot!) and relaxation when the whole house- hold join in games. As home education in- creases, and it mus: Increase, these hours will be doubly necessary. I would not allow a child to study or read over an hour consecutively. Then let him play and ex- ercise his body one hour. A1: what age should we cease to play ‘2 If fools, we may stop early in life. Only wise people never ceese to love and enjoy games. Telephonng to Heaven. “IT AND WISDOM. A Permanent Discovery. Home Education. mainly for horticulture. V oun scnoon SYSTEM FAULTY. I an new advocating such household appurtenances purely on the score 0‘ health. Our school system is a blunder. No child should study from 9 till 1‘2; and especially in rooms where they must sit. A child at study should, much of his time, be on his feet, or reclining if he chooses, and chang- ing about. When you add the books taken home for evening study, you have shown up your common method, whereby, to per- fection, we destroy the health, vigor, beauty and character of our children. Every one is damaged, and the msjority are spoiled. I. insist upon play as s. duty, as a part oi life, as in fact itself a part of study. A teacher of play would be far more sensible than the piano at $2 to $4 a lesson. How about dancing? As a matter of health it is generally of no advuntage what- eVer. It is no sooner acquired than night I! turned into day, and then the play is dis- astrous I have watched this matter from a physician's standpoint, and object totally to three or four hours and especially to six or eight, devoted to hilarious dancing, and these hours the ones that nature devotes to sleep. There is another point 1 cannot overlook. It is the close contact of bodies in round dancesâ€"4:. contact unwholesome purely from a physical point of view The moral effect others may discuss, but I object to any delicate person being borne so close- ly into the atmosphere of grosser, coarser ones. The physicsl effect is not likely to be understood, but it is seriously evil. I do not, then fore, care for dancing, unless con- ducted as s. part of home sport, as it is not likely to be. In is, however, folly to talk of a healthy home that is not charged with a good mor- al atmosphere. I assure you the moral M- mosphereisss real and tmgible and effi- cient as the physical ; and those who refuse or neglect to consider it will snfl‘er accord. ingly. It is impossible for us to have about us, in close intimacy, those of gross temperament and physical sensuality, and not feel the disc: on our bodies us well as on our minds. This holds good, of course, of our relation to ourselves. If we do not sustain»: spirit of self-control and manly inspiracion in our souls, our bodies are dis- eased as aconsequence. One-half of all dis- ease is the resultl of unsanitary mental con- ditions. Uniform honor, good faith, msn- hood, temperate desire, kindlineas, will have a. powarful effect in sustaining vigor~ ous physical health. I have a brother physician who insists that if all people would keep in the best of humor for one hour before eating, during meals and for one hour after, they would never be trouble with any disorders of di- gestion, or with headaches. He is a trifle crochety, but he is not for from right in his valuation of good temper as a fee to dyspep. sia. At meal time is is peculiarly important that all shonld be decorous and kindly. The fashion of haste and fret at our meals is an indication 0t nervous irritation, and affects digestion directly. But in all other ways a house should be delivered from the destructive influence of immoral or nnmoral habits. An habitual scald is not only a disagreeable termagaut, but a destroyer of the physical health of her children. The effect on moral character is tallied bv the effect on the features of the young. I have supposed some to be more sensitive to moral atmosphere than others, but on larger ex' perience I am satisfied that all are influenced in this way, and to their serious detriment. The art of building a healthy home is depend- ent upon the art of being ourselves pure hearted and honorable, generous, just and Edaptahle.â€"-[M. Maurice, M. D., in Globe- The Telegram of N. Y. City published a. few days ago some of the details of a. move which had been originated by the wholesale grocers for the purpose of regulating tle trade in sugars and other food products. lt was not then thought that the retail dealers would in any great extent join in the com- bination, but now they are moving in the matter. Already the association has more than 2.0 names upon its membership roll. This includes more than half of the large wholesalers and not a few of the leading retailers in this city and Brooklyn. The call for the first meeting, held several weeks ago, was signed by sixty-three prominent firms. Many retailers feel that their busi- ness interests will be greatly retarded if they do not go in With the whole‘aalers. Daxfiocrat. The retaileDrS have not as yet fully decided upon their program of action, but they have appointed a. committee of five of their members to ascertain what is best to be done. It is expected that this committee will visit the managers of this newly organ. izad wholesale grocery association and enter into negotiation for the protection of mutual interests. There is some talk in cer- tain quarters of appealing to the State Legislature for the enactment of more strin- gent laws for the regulation of trusts and combinotiona. Mr. Roger A. Pryor, who was recently appointed assistant con to the Attorney General of the State for the prosecution of trusts, is preparing to take a test case into court, but he declined to. say at present which of the combinations Will first attached. It in conjectmred that he Will 5y special attention to the soAcalled Sugar- grust. Mr. Pryor thinks the existing law of the State is enough for all purposes. The Queen Regent of Spain has inferred the decoration of the Golden Fleece upon the Duke of Edinburgh. A GOOD MORAL ATMOSPHERE Fighting Trusts.