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"Perhaps not," .said the Vicar, with a smile. "so that settles the' matter.” But even as he spoke he remember- ed the shame he had felt that very morning as he crossed the market- place. "I can't show my face here," said :he curate ruefully, "How can I get up in the pulpit and preach ’1" "Take three weeks‘ holiday, startâ€" ing o-ff toâ€"day, and you will feel bet- ter on your return." On his return he called upon the curâ€" Me. who was looking far from hand- some. In order that he might not hurt his feelings by looking him dtraight in the face, Mr. a Becket: took a chair by the window, and pre- iended to look into the street. After inquiries as to Mr. Rusden's health had been duly answered, the Vicar quietly asked for some explanâ€" ation of the event of tne previous day. It was given in full, the. curate inter- spersing his narrative with many ex- pro§§ions of self-condemnation. .u, For the moment the idea was wel- uotme to Mr. a Beckettâ€"but for the moment only. "No," he said. kindly,; "you need not go. I never thought of such a thing till now. Remain and live it down." 7"0f rcrourise I must go," he added ; "and I shall newer be able to make you understand how sorry I shall be to ‘eave you." “I should like to remain," said Mr. Rusden dubiously ; “but ought 'I to‘do so“! It is very good of you’ -to offer to keep me. I am afraid if I want no one else would have me." "But vmy work?" said Mr. Rusden. to whom this suggestion was exâ€" tremely welcome. “I will do your work." "Talk about heaping coals of fire," said the (:urateâ€"‘byfiu ’m‘mmg “3 Indeed.” He cleared his throat, and added nervously, "Perhapq you would The drawingâ€"the dream of color-â€" was produced. The Vicar held it. in his hand and was silent, replressmg a strong inclination to laugh, and his effort to keep his countemance hls face became actually stern. Mr. Pu:â€" den watched him anxiously, feeling the silence terrible. Then. by degrecs. an awful suspicion dawned upon him. not u now 9” "Yes," replied the man, after conâ€" sidering for a moment, "we will. A man what can fight like he! did must have real grit in him. and we'll come again.” The bells were ringing for service on the Sunday after Mr. Rusden's re- turn. He had arrived late on Saturâ€" day night, and had not seen the Vicar until he met him in the ‘vestry. It was arranged that the curate wasLto preach, although he felt serious misâ€" givings as to facing the somewhat scanty congregation. His face was now as handsome as ever, and not a trace of the conflict remained on it. As he passed through the village he noted an unusual stir, and was surâ€" prised to see groups of miners all in their Sunday clothes. I "I cuppoee they are going off on some excursion," he said to himself. carefully avoiding them, wh‘ereas for- merly he had always given them- hearâ€" ty greetings. In truth, be felt more ashamed of himself than ever. 0n nearing the church door, however, one man intercepted him, and saidi Of course I shouldn’t," answered Mr. a Beckett. "Yes," he said ‘very ngntly: buf,‘ had revenge b9en his object, he could {lot have attained it more complete- y. "Be you aâ€"gding to preach this morning, Parson Rusden 3" The service had just begun when a tramping of feet was heard, and the entire body of miners marched up! the aisle, and, after some difficulty, seat- ed themselves. This amazing sight diverted the attention of the congreg- ation, who had never seen one of the men in church before. They behaved however, very reveremly. and listenâ€" ed to the sermon with marked inter- est. It was a very short discourse, and treated principally of the short- comings of professing Christians, and the sorrow resulting from their erâ€" rurs. "Ah, we heerd as much yesterday." Mr. 9. Beckett greeted him kindly and looked at him keenly for~a mo- ment, but made no remark. The next day Mr. Rusden came.- to call at the Vicarage. He seemed strangely 5ilent and ill at ease. "Is it a daub 9” he asked at last. Mr. 'a Beckett considered that the time was come for telling the trut_h.> "Will you Eome again 9" ask (1 Vicar, genially. Mr. (1 Beckett went home anti mus- Ad over the strmnge mysteries of hu- man nature. .Because a man could tight, these people would come to near him pmeach forgiveness and for- bearancel" The Vicar hurried out to the minetrs after the service, in order that he might express his gratification at their attendance. He would greatly have liked to ask why they came, but thought he would let well alone. Mr. Rustlen remained in the vestry. The unusual addition to the congregaâ€" tion was soon explained. "Tell Parson Rusden," said one of the men, "that he needn't ha down in the mouth because of that theme fight. We are all right-down glad that bully Sibson found his match and had a. licking; and we all came to church m purpose to show Parson Rusden we took his part." "Rusden. my dear fellow." said the Vimr kindly. “I must tell you my "Yesf’ returned the curate, hurriedâ€" mind looking at Parson Rusden’s F i ght thét sketch rhe "Ah!" returned the Vcar. "And I nevnr felt so ashamed in my life as when 1hey congratulated me on â€"ocn that dreadful success of mine, and told me they wera coming to hear me again. To think of all the work you have done amongst them being unacknowledged, and my disgraceful conduct bringing such unlocked-for results I" Auslrnlln "as a Nu'nrnl Phenomenon That Is llnlquo. What is known as the "Grand Blow Hole” has recently attracted much at- tention among tourists, It is a singular rock formation of the Aus-l traiian coast. This promises to be. come one of the most famous as well as one of the most; pleasant resorts in New South Wales; it is situated on the coast some seventy miles south' of Sydney. .The center of this district is Kiama, which is described as a picturesque and thriving town surrounded by a rich agricultural country, and which has been built upon an ingenious flow of basalt that has solidified and cxzy- stalized into huge columns of 'what is popularly called "blue stone.” This formation is seen to perfection on the west coast of Scotland and; north of Ireldnd at Fingal’s Cave and other places, and those who are acquainted with the rugged appearance of the coast in these places can form agood idea of the appearance of the New South \Vales coast at this point. "The more] is a bad 0ne,"..<aid Mr. n Beckett, laughing, ” so we will change the subject.” The famous “Blow Hole” here situat- ed. in the middle of a rocky headland runninng out into the sea, forms a truly womirous sight. With each successive breaker the ocean spray is sent shooting up into the air some- ‘times as high 35.3% feet 10 400 feet, descending in a drenching shower and a. distant thunder which can be heard for many miles around. This "Blow Hole" is a singular na- tural phenomenom, and consists of a perpendicular hole, nearly circular, with a diameter of about ten yards across. and has the appearance of be- ing the crater of an‘ extinct volcano, This is connected with the ocean by a cave about 1,000 yards in length, the seaward opening of which is in aLl respects similar to Fingul‘s Cave in the north of lreland, the same per. pendicular basaltic columns forming the side walls of each. into this cave towering \vdves'rush during stormy news. Since. you went away I have. become engaged to be married." "\Vell, no," said Mr. 9, Beckett, who did not choose to say that scarcely a day had passed since Mr. Rusden had gone on which the great dignitary of the Church had not come to call and urge him to get rid of his disre- putable curate. "N0," said 1119 curate. "not yet. It didn't seem right to me that. I $110qu not only get off scot-freeâ€"owing to your goodnessâ€"but be made a hero of into the bargain, when I( ought by rights to have been turned out of the place: and so, sealing that my painting was at the root of the Whole busine-csâ€"" He stopped. "Well, what did you do 9" asked‘ Mr. (1 Beckett, kindly. "It won't seem anything to you.but it was a )acrifioe to me," said the cur: ate, his face flushing. "I threw a1] my sketches into the fira‘ and vowed I would never touch a brush again." Mr. Bustier; offered his hearty con- gralulalions, and naked if there was any further news. "The miners met me as I came out of bhnrch," said Mr. Ru'sden at length. . The Vicar shook hands wifhrhimJ and fngm thatjmgwthgjnfihmmmfi tfifinvel‘emd Michael Rusden Fecame paramount with the minors of Rodesâ€" Iey. weather, and as’ the cave extends some distance further into the rock' than the “Blow Hole," on. the entrance of each wave this cavity becomes full of compressed air, which, when the ten- sion becomes too great, blows the wa- ter with stupendous fun-o up It) the perpendicular.â€" . “Let me most fervently warn all your lady readers against the deadly habit of drinking or sipping scents " says a leading doctor, referring to the now prevalent vice. "Generally. merely in order 'to do something daring. a young schoolgirl will take :1 sip at her mother’s scent bottle. The habit grows. It is only natural it should. The habit grows. It is only natural it should, since when a woman is, as she thinks. innocently sipping the juice of some sweet flower, she is in reality drinking: a form of alcohol much more (le- .xliy in its effects than her husband's most daring drink. “Perhaps when 1 tell you that more Lhan half the serious mental and physical breakdowns among society leaders which come under my notice can be traced to this secret scent drinking. your readers will take warn- ing and stop n'ow immediately. I would rather foster a love for cold gin in my own daughter‘than one for the finest scent over manufactured. The hold of the former over her would be comparatively easy to conquer; but once let the craving for scent clutch a. woman, and only the grave can sure her.” WONDERFUL “BLOW HOLE." SCENT DRINKING ‘about ainile away. When we arriv- led, there was nothing to eat, and we 1found hundreds of civilians huddled {togethen shivering. \Vlien daylight loame they broke open the cupboards in search of food, and a little tinned ,fish was found. “Major-Gen. Yule then took up his §position in this house, and he sent for me, asking me to go to the office 1 with a message, stating that the B was ‘had surrounded us. He required rein- "I saw Gen Penn Symons brought in mortally wounded in the stomach. He was suffering intense agony, and said, "Oh. tell me, have they taken the hill yet ?" That was at 10.20 a.m., and the hill woe not taken for hours later. After the doctors had inject- ed morphia, his pain was easier, and he said he would he with the column on the following day. Instead of that he is under the sod; " On the following afternoon Iwent up the hill with *he burial party and aw our dead. There were eight offi- cers awaiting burial lying side by side in an outhouse on the farms including Lieut. Co]. Gunning, Lieut.â€"Col. Sher- ston, Capt. Pechell and others; and in the next oulhuuse were twenty-two men exhibiting the most frightful Wounds. In one house on the other side of the hill about eighty wounded Boers were lying with only one doc- tor_ to attend to them. They were very Muslim and saidrtrh‘ey had no idea that our artillery fire w'a's‘hciter: rible. DUNDEE’S PLUCKY POSTMAETER. llow Ile Worked the Telegrnph nun-n- mrnu Long Al‘lor [he Brnlsh llxul Ile- treztlell. Mr. E‘. H. Paris, postmaster at Dun dee, Natal, has written home agrapbic account of his experiences. After des- cribing the fighting at Glencoe, he proceeds: "As you know, we lost over tw0 hundred killed and wounded in stormâ€" ing the hill, and the Boers also lost more than we did. Unfortunately our own shells killed a number of our own men who were oagerly climbing the bill. I went over the battlefield and saw the dead and wounded. ".On the evening of 'the let we re- ceived orders to leave the town and proceed to the ( SOUTH AFRICAN COLLIERIES. My Staff and Iwere about the last to leave, and we got off on a three miles’ walk. It was a pitch-dark night and no' lights were allowed; About halfway we were stopped by our out- posts, who demanded the password. I replied that 1 did not know it, but that I was the postmaster. The pass- word was given to us, and further on we were again stopped. Here 1 ask- ed to see the officer in charge and was led into a dirty colliery store. where I found him with his head ban- dagedrup} drying his trousers before unscu uy, ulJlub Lu... ..-v_~~._ .ViV,, a wood fire. It appeared that he had fallen down a well in the dark. [told him I was willing to go back and work the instruments, if they thought it was safe, but he advised me to go for- ward instead of back. "Journeyidgvthrohgh slush and a pitilessly cold rain, we vume to the machinery shed of the collieries. We were ordered up a steep ladder to a. room alone. Here we stumbled over sleeping bodies, because no lights were allowed, and, finally, we wedged ourâ€" selves in, lying on the burg floor on a night that seemed to wither one‘s marrow, At 3.30 a.m.. we were again ordered to get up, and we made the best of Quit wny to the new camu); which was at Rowun‘s farmhouse, )rcements from Ladysmith, and ex- acted they were near a1 hand; in fact, he was going to Glencoe Junction to meet them. during the day, huvi distance in full View a "I also ascert were being sent, Yule very much‘ I was given u “At 11.30 p.m., a friend, who is a guide tn the military, rode up very excitedly, saying he had came in inâ€" form us that the troops had gone, and that their last wagon was then moving down the street. The Generâ€" al had forgotten about us. "Needless to say. we soon had our lights out; and after cramming the registered letters into the safe. and carrying away what office cash and stamps we could, amounting to £200. we soon caught up the last wagon, F0 UR DIFFERENT TIM ES wing to travel the w of those 40â€"pound- and waIked throughout the night, toil- ing through slush, mud, and rain, over a. very bad! hilly iroad. Healthy, happy girls often become languid and despondent, from no apparent cause, in the early days of their woman- hood, Theydrag along. always tired, never hungry, breathless and with palpitating hearts after slight eXercise, so that to more- ly walk up stairs is exhausting. Sonie~ times a. short, dry cough leads to the fear that they are going into consumption lloctors tell them they are anaemicâ€"which means that they have too little blood. Are you like that? More pale and anzemic people have been made bright, active and strong by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills than any other medicine. ' WV; caught m; the camp 3. mile and a half past Beith, where the artillery had drawn up into position, to»c_ove»r Do not take anything that does not bear the full name “Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People." It is an experiment and a hazardous one to use a substitute. Sold by all dealers or' post paid at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co.,Brockville. u Sumonfi Lb; men 13f the? Royal Irish Fusiliers shared their ratlons With us, and we were very grateful tq them: “ We travelled mostly at dead of night, so that the Boers should not see us. They Wb're endeavouring to cut us off, but this move was frustrated by :1 column from Ladysmith sent to our relief. We had little ammunition, and toward the end of the journey the men were put on half rations. Persons who live in top! flats and who have to climb what seem to them endless stair-cases t0 reach; their homes should not take the matter to heart. for a well-known physician de- clares that stair-climbing‘is the wry best thing for health when performed in the proper manner. Usually a person treads on the. ball of his fooL in taking! each) step. This is very tiresome and wearing, as it throws the entire suspended weighu of the body on the, muscles 02 the legs and the feet. In walking or climbing stairs thtj, right method iq td seek for the most equal distribution possible of the body‘s weight. l’n Walking upstairs the feet. should be placed squarely down om each step, heel and all, and then the work should be performed slowly and. deliberately, [‘11 this way there is no strain upon any pnrtciular musclle, but .each is do- ing; its duty in a natural manner” Climbing stairs in lhis manner js an excellent form of exercise £011 the low- er limbs, and, provided the chest is thrown well back and the climber does not get i to the habill of bending half double w%e.n ascending stairs, in is ex- cellent for the lungs and{ heart" The latter is excited to a more rapid action and the lungs get“ full play. "I shall not dilate further on the miseries and discomforts of that jolt- ing journey. Suffice it to say that I hope never to have such another ex- perience; yet I would not have missed seeing the battle for anything." [The doctor is in the habit of pre: scribing systematic stair~ciimbjng for all his patients who are suffering from dyspepsia or lung trouble, and says thnL many a. case of incipient consumption has been cured. by the patient having to climb! stairs. | t PIN MONEY. All ladies know what pin money is, but: it may be interesting to them to learn the origin of the expression, and also to know that it is directly con- nected with New Year’s day. Until the beginning of the sixteenth century the only pins used by the poorer class- es were made of wood. .In fact, they were no pins at all, but skewers, which for the use of the wealthy, were of boxwood, bone and silver. At the per- iod above named the metal pins now in use were invented, and people of fashion were eager to possess them. The) at once. became the most popular and acceptable New Year’s gift for ladies. but it soon grewt customary to give. instead of the pins themselves, the money with which to purchase them, and this was called "pin money," a term which gradually came to be applied to all money given to ladies for dress and personal adornment. QUEENS AND '1“x PEWRITERS. The Queen of England has a great dislike to typewritten communications, and does not allow any documents that are supposed to emanate from the Sov- ereign to be sent out typewritten. The Czarina, on the other hand, has taken a great fancy to the typewriter, and is Vthe owner' of a machine with typa- bars of gold and frame set wlth pearls. . " Happy Girls Mrs. M. N. Joncas, Berthier. 9:18., writes :â€"“My daughter aged fifteen has been restOred to good health through the use of Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills. She was very feeble,her blood was poor and watery.and she was troubled with head- aches‘. poor appeliie, dizziness; and always fell tired. Alter using four boxesof Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills she is enjoying as good health as any girl 0! her age, and we are glad to give the credit to your grand medicine. Mothers will make no mistake iflhey insist upon theiryoung daughters taking Dr.Williams' Pink Pills. STAIR CLIMBING. A Traveller’s Experience In the Malay Ponlnxul‘l. MJ'. Hugh Clirfford gives a realistic account of. a. fight with bees. It wan 'm the interior of the slate of Pen- ang in ’the Malay Peninsula, and tool! place some nine years ago. Mr. Clit- ford was an old jungle traveler, but on thin particular journey he met wilh a new experience. The man who was leading the way stopped suddenly, and pointed to something ahead. They were stand- ing by a narrow creek with steely banks. and on the opposhte bank, about half a dozen yards distant was a patch of black and yellow peculiarly blended. It had a strange, furry appearance, with a sort of restless shimmer. Suddely the patch rose like a. cheap black and yellow railway rug tossed upward by the wind. A humming sound accompanied its flight, and a. second later it had precipitated itself upml the travelers, a furious flight of revenge-{m bees. The men turned‘ amd fled. Mr. Clifford says: I "I broke headlong through my frightened followers, tore ouL of the belL of jungle, and sprinted across a patch of short grass. ; For a mom- ent l believed that I had given the enemy the slip, and I turned to watch my people, who, with burdens thrown down. came. tuhblllng out of covert, beating the air and screaming lusiily. "The next moment I was again in flight. I pulled my large felt but from my head and thrashed around with it. Still the bees came on, settling upon my flannel shirt and my coarse junglb Lruusars, and slinging my face and hands and arms maroilessly. “‘1 was panting for breath, sweating at every pore, and beginning to feel som-.-thj.ng akin to real fear, when I saw the glistening waters of the Ren- g‘ai. River. L shouted to my howli men. "lake to the water 1’ and plunge "My Malays came helter-skelter, and with us came. the army of bees, sting- ing as if for life. 1 was thoroughly winded when I took to the water, and it “as impossible to dive for more than a fun seconds. \Vhen I came to the surface they were there still, and I was driven back more than once with panting, sobbing breath.- My lungs were bursting, and my heart leaping like a wild thing. The possibility of having to choose between death by drowning and death» by stinging seem- ed 1101 remote. . "Then I heard my boatman call, ‘Throw a bough for them to land on!’ 1 suwm to the shore, broke off a bough and threw it on the surface of the stream, my men. doing the same. Then 1 diwd again. When I came up, no more bees attacked me, and I saw half a dozen branches floating down the stream with a struggling mass of insxts." With hands like boxing-gloves, and heads like inflated footballs, the party limped across to the village. Half an hour later awe of the number mme inâ€"uninjured. He had seen the been coming, and had sat down to await the assault. They covered him from head to foot, but as he offered no 011-- position, they did not- sting him. -o "I felt.” says Mr. Clifford, “unoom- monly foolish as he told of his pro- ceeding. It was anything but agree- able to think that we had had our run, our fight, our suffocation under wa- ter, and the pains we were enduring all for nothingâ€"that we might have avoided them all by simply sitting still." DAYS TO MARRIY‘ Saturday, Sunday, and Monday are the favorite days in the week for mar- riages. Sundays in rural districts and Saturdays in towns. Sunday wedding- seem to be generally less numerous than they were, while the number which takes place on a Saturday art greatly on the increase. FIGHT WITH BEES.