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 m fiOLDM BOl\D$. CHAPTER X.â€" ;Co.NTi\UEP.) So the next day, at eleven o'clock, he eme into the schoolroom with Mrs.Rayner, who wore her nsaal air of being drawn into this against what will she bad, and we all fonr crossed the gardtn to the stables, and went np through the harness room to the big room over the coach-house, which look- ed even more comfortable than I had ex- pected. For the floor was polished, and there were two beautiful rugs, a haudeome titter skin, and a still handsomer lion ekin with the head attached, which Haidee crept up to, drew upon her lap, and nursed all the tima we were there. At one end of the room was a partition, and behind this partition I guessed that Mr. Riyner elept. There wa' a bright fire burning in the tiled tire place, and there were soft easy- chair?, ratber worn by constant use, but very comfortable, and there were pictures on the walb, and there was a dark carved oak cabinet full of curious and beautiful things, and a writing- table and lastly there were the easel and a great coEfusion of portfolios and half finish- ed eketches and studifs. Altogether the room contrasted very favorably with the mouldy lookicg drawing room. Perhaps Mrs. lliycer thought so as she sat down, with one eagar look round the room, as it she had never seen it before and then, without any remark, she took out her knit- ting and worked silently, while I posed again as I had done en the previous day, with my bead on one side, and my hands, as Mr. Rayner had placed them, clasped under my chin, while he painted and talked. "You like those eketches 1 took in Spain, Miss Christie?" "Yes â€" only there are too many nasty black priests prowling about in them." "Oh, you httle bigot Those black fig- ures are just what the hot, rather glaring Spanish scenes want, to relieve the mono- tony of bright colors and sunshine. You must tolerate them from a picturesque point of view." "V^ery well, but from no other. They re- mind me of the Inquisition. They look like Jesuits." "And where is the harm in looking bke a Jesuit I have a partiality for Jesuits my- self." 'Oh, not really " "Really. Wfiynot?' "They are such sneaking, cowardly crea- tures, always working by indirect, under- .land means, and leaving their poor tools to tear the storm they themselves have ex- cited." "But the poor tools are fit for nothing else. It is ice daring, clever brain of the Jesuit that weaves the plot it is on him the chief responsibility lies aud that his part of the work has its dangers is proved by the persecutions and martyrdom that many of his order have sufftred. You can- not corquer everything in this world by Ihe nsts alone every clever man who has ever made his way â€" 'got on,' as the phrase isâ€" is a potential Jesuit." "\Veli, then, I like the poor fellows v/ho don'c get ou, and who have only their fists, better," said I, decisively. -Mr. Rayner looked at me with a half smile. "Most women begin like that," said he arily. Of course I felt rather indignant, as every i;iil does, at being classed with "most wo- men " so I said co more, but only pursed up !iiv lips and 1 ta.w in the white face uf Mrs. Rayner. who had bten listening intent- ly to this dialogue, a faint look of amaze- ment at my presumption. Alter two hours' work, Mr. Rayner called us to lo(ik at hii sketch, which represented a very lovely gii 1 with dark gray eyes a little larger than mine, a red-lippei mouth a litilo smaller, teeth a little whiter, and a '.mplexion a little creamier in the white tv,rts and a little rosier in the red and the t.rown hair coiled on the top was just a lit- tle glossier aud tmootber than mine ever was. It W.T8 just a little like me, all the sime and I was rather hurt when Mrs, Kiyctr f-iimmoned spirit enough to say that i;e had flattered me, although I knew it naite well. But Mr. lUyntr said gravely that it was impotsible tor a portrait to flit- •ttr a iiandscme woman, and Mrs. Rayner raib'td her thin shoulders in a slight shrus;, and turted to leave the room. Uaidee rose to follow her, but paused on the threshold til 2've a last fond gaze at the lion and look round for me. "You are an excellent model, you sit so btill. It is a pleasure to paint you for that and â€" for other leasons," said he slowly and ileliberately, as, without looking up, hj went on putting finishing touches to the iiead. ""What shall I give you as a reward for remaining s^u long without blinking or yawning as all professional models do '• "Nothing, Mr. Riynar I like having it lone. It hatters one':, vanity to sit to be pa-.nted and flattery is always reward enough for a woman, they zay, ' said I, laughing and fcUowint; Haidee to the door. "1 shall find something more substantial than that," said Mr. Rayner, in alow voice, as if half to himself, looking up with a very kind smile aa I left the room. That afternoon Haidee had just run out of the sciioclroom at the conclusion of her lessons, when Mr. Riyner came in. lie held in his hand :ui old and ;ihabby little ease. "The poor painter has not forgotten his promise, if he dares to call it a promise," he said, with mock humility. "Now see what ycu have earned by sitting still." He drew me to the window and opened the case, keeping his eyes fixed upon my face as he did so. The case was lined with old and worn red velvet, and had evidently not been made for the ornament it contain- ed. This was a large pendant in the form cf a heart, which was a blaze of what seem- ed to me the most magnificent diamonds I had ever seen. The sight of them inspired me not with pleasure, but terror. I drew a long breath of surprise and admiration, "It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," said I at last, not quite able to take in yet the fact that it was meant for me, and hoping against hope that it was not. "You like diamonds V said he, in a low voice. "They are lovely â€" the most beautiful of jewels, 1 think," said 1, with a break in my TOioe. "Would yea like to have yoor hair and neck and arms covered with diamonds, like a duchess at Court " he asked, still very quietly, but so that I did nor know whether he was speaking seriously or not. I looked up and laughed with rather an effort, "I? Oh, no! I shouldn't care for dia monds myself I should look absiird in them. Diamonds are for great ladies, not for governesses, " "Grovernssses become great ladies some- times, don't they " said he, returning to his usual light tone, "I think most of them don't," said I in the fame manner, "Well, without beinc; a great lady, a gov- erness may wear an ornament she has fairly earned, may she not " "Yes, if it has been fairly earned," said I, trying to keep up a little tone of talk, though my heart was beating fast, "And so you can accept this pretty little thing as the reward of your services to a grateful painter and a souvenir of our pleasant morning all together in the stu- dio," "Oh, noâ€" oh, no- I can't indeed " said I, earnestly, pushing from me gently the case he was trying to put into my hand. ' Doa't be cff ended â€" don't be augry wi^h me, Mr. Riyner but the very thought of possessing anything so valuible would be a burden to me night and day." Mr. Rayner burst into a long laugh. 'Oh, you simple little creature! I did not think a London lady would be so un- sophisticated as to mistake very ordinary paste for diamonds," said he, with much en- joyment. "This ps,ndant, the enormous val- ue of which frightens you so much, is worth about fifteen shillings. It wasn't even worth having a case made for it see, I had to put it into an old case which once con- tained a brooch. No, no, my dear child, you need not be alarmed at the mere money value of the thing, which is very little. It has a value in my eyes, but for a difi'erent reason. Look here," He turned it over, and I saw on the back a monogram, and the date 1792. "What are the letters of the monogram " I readâ€" "R. G. D." " 'G. D. R '" corrected heâ€" "Gervas D. ilayner â€" my own iaitials and those of my father and grandfather before me. That this belonged to my grandmother make sits only value. But I have plenty of relics of her my wife has jewels enough at the bank which she never wears so you are robbing nobody and pleasing one old friend â€" I may call myself an old friend already, may I not? â€" very much by accepting this. In full fam- ily conclave at tea, you shall hear me an- nounce the presentation, and then you will be satisfied, won't you, you modest little girl '" "Bat I can never wear such a thing as this, if it is only what you call paste," I ob- jected. "Wear it under your dress, and then the blaze of it will dazzle nobody," said Mr. Rayner, bending over me and laughing kind- ly at my reluctance. So I took it with most ungracious feel- ings, which I tried to hide, and thanked h 111 as well as I could. True to his promise Mr. Rayner said to his wife at tea-time â€" "I have with the greatest difficulty pre- vailed upon this proud Miss Christie of ours to accept as a reward of her services as a model a twopenny-halfpenny trinket, which she a'most told me was not fit to wear." "Oh, Mr. Riyner " He was putting such a different color upon my reluctance, as if I had not thought it good enough. And there is a great deal of differ* nee between fifteen shillings and two- pen je- halfpenny. I saw Sarah, who was in the roc in, look at me very sharply, as if she thought governesses had no husmess to wear trinkets at all and Mrs. Rayner did not look pleased. Altogether the beautiful ornament that I had admired so much, but certainly not cov- eted, had brought me more annoyance than pleasuie. It procured me one more little trial that very evening. When I got up- stairs, I sat down in the armchair, which had its bick to the door, took the case out of my pocket, and looked at the ornament. It certainly was very splendid, and I thought as I looked at it and made it flash in the setting sun that, if this were paste and worth only fifteen shillings, it was a great waste of nioney to buy real diamonds, which cost so much more and looked so much bet- ter. And, as 1 was holding it up to the light and feeling at last a thrill of pleasure in its possession, I heard a voice behind me say â€" '"So t'iat"s the twopenny-halfpenny trink- et, is it?" O; course it was Sarah. She had come up to bring me some water, and I had plenty in the jag. Her ironical tone and the hard little sneering laugh with which she finished her speech were too much for my temper. I shut up the casp, and said coldly â€" ' Of course Mc. Rayner would not give anyone a thing which really cost only two- pence-halfpenny." "No, mtss, not for such services as yours." And she said it in such a nasty tone that, when she had left the room, I threw the case down upon the table and burst into tears. CHAPTER XI. \V hen I had dried my tears and sat down in my favorite arm-chair to consider my grievances against Sarah, I wondered what had mac'.e her take such a strong dislike to ire as she seemed to feel, 'It was true that her manners were not very pleasant or ami- able to anybody but there was a malignity in the way she looked at me, and a spiteful coldness in her tone if she only asked me if I would have any more coals, as if she thought it was a great deal more than I de- served to have a fire at all. But she had never been so rude and harsh before as she was on this night, and I began to think that the reason for all her unkindness was her annoyance at the great consideration shown to me, for I was, after all, only a new-comer, while she, who had been in the family for years, was left in her room on the upper storey and was not asked to sit for her por- trait. It seemed a very silly feeling in a woman so old and sensible aa Sarah was supposed to be, and who was certainly very well off for a servant, to show such a mean jealousy of a governess, who is always sup- posed to be a lady, even in those cases when everybody knows that she is not one. That Lb only fair, as her work is generally so mitch harder and so nriich more unpleasant than that of a aervaat. Then I thoaght of the experiences of the other governesses I had known, and I came to the conclusion that Sarah mast have lived in families where the geyemess was snubbed and neglected as some of my friends had been by their pu- pils' parents, and so she thought it a shame that I should be eo much better treated than most of my sisterhood. "She is only a crumpled rose-leaf after all," I thought to myself. "I am getting spoilt, and it is as well that there is so jie cne to let me know that I am no more de- serving than other people â€" 5nly more for- tunate. I suppose I ought to be thankful for 8irah I" Then I thought of what Mr, Bayner had said about wearing the dazzling heart under my dress and it was really so beautiful, and I was so grateful to him for his kind- ness â€" for it was not his fault that the gift had already brought down so much discom- fort upon me â€" that I should have liked to do 80 but two reasons prevented me. The one was that if I had fastened it ronnd my neck by a bit of ribbon and it had accidently been seen by some one â€" Mrs, Bayner, for instance, not to mention Sarah â€" I should have felt rather guilty and uncomfortable, as if I had done something to be ashamed of, that wanted excuses and explanations and that feeling is, I think, a pretty sure sign that one is doing what is not quite right. The other reason was that I already wore a souvenir round my neck under my diess, fastened to a watch-guard it was a little case that I had made out of the back of an old purse, ard it contained the bit of paper with Mr. Reade's apology wh'ch I had pulled off the rose that evening when I had found the basket of flowers in my "nest." Now, if I went on strineing round my neck all the letters and gifts that I received I should some day have as many tmphies round my person as a wild Indianâ€" only I should not take the pride in displaying them that he he did. So 1 decided to lock up my pretty sparkling heart in my desk, and be content with the less showy pendant I already wore. Sarah had seen it, of cours j â€" at least she had seen the cover, one even- ing when I had a cold, and she had brought me a cup of arrowroot, by Mr. .:ftayner's orders, while I was undressing, I had setn, by the eager way in which she had fixed her great black eyes upon it, that she was dying to know wnat it contained, and I- was mis- chievously glad that she could not. Mr. Rayner bad given me the pendant on a Saturday. The next day, when service was over, and we were standing about in the churchyard as usual, before Mr. and Mrs. Rayner's departure gave Haidee and me the signal to go home, Mr. Laurence Reade left his party and stood looking at the gravestones, until the gradual moving on of the stream ef people wbo were slowly coming out of the porch brought us past him. Then, as Mr, and Mrs. Riyner stop- ped to speak to some person, Mr, Reade said â€" "Haidee, I'll give you a penny if you can read that epitaph" â€" pointing to one in worn old English characters, "Miss Caiistie, I believe it is as much as you can do it is more than I can," And we stepped on the grass, and Haidee knelt down and slowly spelt it out aloud. Mr, Reade kept his eyes fixed on the in- scription as he bent over one side of the tombstone, while I looked at it from the other but what he said was â€" "It seems such a long time since Tues- day," Tuesday was the day on which he hai bought the marbles, I could not laugh over a tombstone before all those people so I said gravely â€" "It is just five days." '•N'es, buttheyhave been such long days,' said he, in a low voice, "Not really," I answered, "The days are getting shorter now." •â- 'Don't you know how long a day seems when you want to see a â€" a person, and you can't But perhaps you see the persons you like best to see every day " "I like to see my mother best, and she is a long way off," said I gravely, "Ah, yes, of course But I wasn't think- ing of one's family," "Perhaps you were thinking of the pretty girls who were in your pew last Sunday " "The t inches-^Ethel and Katie? Oh, no, I wasn't I see quite enough of them. They're coming again, too, to the school- treat Don't see why they can't be con- tented with their own tea-fights. No, I was thinking of somebody 4 aite different. Can't you guess who?" He was looking at me now, and not at the inscription at all. And in the pause which followed his words I distinctly heard Mr, Rayner's bright voice saying archly â€" "Laurence seems to have a great admira- tion for our pretty Miss Caristie doesn't he, Mrs. Reade ' I did not hear her auswer but it was given in a displeased tone and a minute afterwards she called her son sharply and said that they were waiting for him. But tbey all stayed in the churchyard for some minutes after that, and then I noticed that Mr, Rayner was still talking to Mrs, Reade, aud that she seemed very mu;;h pleased and interested by what he was saying. I j ast heard her mention "the Bramleys" and "our branch" in her answers so I guessed that they were what Mr. Rayner called "np the genealogical tree" together. This was to be a busy week in the parish. The school-treat, wnich had been put off this year, first on account of sickness in the village and then because of the wet weather, was now fixed to take plaoe on Saturday and the following day was to be harvest fes- tival. This was not a very frreat occasion with us, being signab^ted only by a special sermon, the harvest thanksgiving hymns â€" which would be rather inappropriate this year, as the farmers were grumbling more than usual at the damage done by the late heavy rains â€" and bunches of corn, which those same "thankful people" rather grudg- ed us, in the church windows and round th^ pulpit. The Misses Kaade had undertaken most of the decoration of the church, as the Vicar's wife had enouph to do in pre- paring for the school-feast and accompany- ing sale. The next day Haidee and I took a longer walk than usual and, when we returned, Jane met aie with a mysterious air in the hall. "Oh, Miss Christie, young Mr. Rsade called while you was out and asked to see yon. He said he had a message for you. And, when I said you was out and offered to give it you, he said he had. better write it, as it was important. 8b hti wrote a note for you and please it wasn't my faolt, but J 1 â-  Z. Sarah got hold of it, and she took it to Mr. Rayner I told her it was directed to you; but she wouldn't take no notice." I went up stairs very much annoyed at this fresh indif^nity offered me by that hate- ful S^r^ and hurt and sorry beside, for I was longing to know what the note said. As soon as I got into the dining room, how- ever, Mr. Rayner came up to me smiling, and put it into my hands. "Here is a biUet doux which has been left for you. Miss Ciristie. Njw, whom do you expect one from " "From nobody, Mr, R*yner," said I blush- ing very mnrh. This was not a story, because I knew the letter could not be at all the sort of com- munication he implied, but would contain, probably, some formal message from Mrs. Maitland. I opened it at once to show that I did not think it of any consequence. It only said â€" "Daar M'ss Christie,â€" My sisters find there is so much to be done for the church that thev are afraid they won't be able to do it all. ^Vould yon be so very kind as to undertake part If you would not mind, I will ride over with the work to-morrow after luncheon, about a quarter-past two. "Yours sincerelv, "L.\ri:ENc£ Re.vi'E." I think I was a little disappointed in the note but it was all the better, as i could repeat in quite a careless way what it said and then, just as I was wondering whether I should tear it up to show that I did not care, I saw that there was something writ- ten on the inside leaf, and I put it back into the envelope as if I did not notice what I was doing, and slipped into my pocket. Dinner was long that day when it was over, I went into the schoolroom and drew out my letter again. The words on the in- side leaf were â€" "Why were you so unkind on Sunday?' I had no way of sending back an answer I could only wait till next day at a quarter past two. But I think I could have sung through the lessons like the heroine of an opera that afternoon. 1 had not thought it necessary to mention to Mr. Riyner the time at which .M r. Reade had said he should bring the work at a quarter past two we were always in the drawing-room all together. But the next day, the day of all otbers when it was impor- tant that I should stay and hear the explan- ations about the work I had to do, Mrs. Riyner asked me, directly after dinner, if I would mind writing some letters for her, to go by that afternoon's post. I shou'td have sat down to write the^ in the drawing-room but Mrs. Riyner said â€" "You would like to be undisturbed, I know. Shall I send your coffee to your room or to the schoolroom " I Slid, "To my room, if you please," and went up stairs trying to swallow the lump in my throat. It was silly of me but I liked that half hour in the drawingroom after dinner, and reading the papers over my coffee, and Mr. U lyner's amusing comments on the news â€" It was such a pleasant rest, I had got through one stupid letter â€" they were not at all important^when there was a knock at the door, and J ane came in, gig- gling and excited, "Oh, miss, I've brought you a parcel, and I hive made S trah so wild " and she laugh- ed delightedly. "I answered the bell and there was Mr, Keade on his horse with this; and he said, 'Take it to the schoolroom, please it's for Miss Caristie ' and then he got cff. and 1 showed him into the drawiog- room. And I saw you wasn't in there, nor yet in the schoolroom. So, when I got into the hall, thinks I, 'I'll be beforehand with old Sally this time " when out she comes, and savs, 'Give that to me. I'll give it to Miss (."hristie.' 'Nevermind,' says I, half way up the stairs â€" 'don't you trouble,' And she made a grab at me, but I was too quick for her, and up I ran, and here it is, miss." And she slapped the parcel down upon the table triumphantly, "Thank you, .Jane," 1 said quietly, " It iR only some work for the church from Miss U^ade." J ane's face fell a little and then, as if struck by a fresh thought, she giggled again. I cut the string and opened the parcel to pr"ve the truth of my words, ana showed her the red flannel and the wheat-ears. whish were to be sown on in letters to form a text. But in the middle was another note, and a box wrapped up in paper, both direct ed to "Miss Christie;" and at sight of these little Jane's delight grow irrepressible agiin. "I knew it!" she began, but stopped herself and said, " I beg your pardon, miss," and left the room very demurely. But I heard another burst of merriment as she ran down stairs. Then I opened the note it only said â€" "Dear Miss Christie, â€" I take the liberty of sending you a few late rosea from a tree in a sheltered comer where the rain cannot spoil them, I hope they won't smell of cigars I could nOt find a better box, I will call to fetch the text, if you will let me know when I can see you, "Yours sincerely, "Lacre'ce Reade." (to be (•0^â- TIJfUED), More Luxury. An enterprilsing Chinaman has recently opened a restaurant in Paris, and is now endeavoring to educate the Western palate to appreciate the subtile excellence of rot- ten eggs and bird's nest soup. In order to prepare the former luxuries in their full perfection fresh duca's eggs are covered with a mixture of cinders, chalk, lye, soda, powdered liquorice root and oil, and are then left for several months, until their yolk becomes first green and finally black. The darker. the yolk the greater the deli- cacy. The bird's nest from which the far- famed soup is made are buUt by a species of swallow that abounds on the coasts of Java, Ceylon and Borneo, and practically consist of a gelatinous tubstance obtained from marine pUnts. The nests are boiled either m chicken broth, or in milk of al- monds and the result very much resembl vermiceUi soup, save that it is far more costly The Chines? restaurateur also of- ters his customers araoked sharks' fins dned cuttle-fish, _and salted rats but whether he will make a living by the 4le of such toothsome damties as these to the Par- isians IS more than doobtful. CHEAP LIVLN6. How a Nvtritlons ZUet Can Be iBjayM at TrllltBg Coat. 'tmtt A contributor to the Londoi "vrites Allow me to bring under the toti^ of your readers some experiments i have jast concluded, to solve the difficulty ji lee â- "ag our poor in London and else There Ti cry is t^t food is so dear the poor c^ ssarcely live. Th:s cry is true if they want to live on luxu'ie" but if they will live on wholesome but plain and healthy fare the? can do so for very little. A little over! month ago I determined to give up allej. pensive articles of food and live almost at cheaply as possible. Having left off fl.jij fcods for nearly two years, and lecturing fre. quently en the question cf food, I knew what to select. Looking over my food ac. counts, I found milk, butter, egga j^j chees?, with tea and coffee, were fairly ej. pensive articles and none of them necessarr so I gave them up for a time to see results On Oct. 19 I begun my experiment u. we ght was then 9 stone 8 ounces. Icon, tinned this pure vegetarian diet fora rnoutL when my weight was 9 stone three pounds and 12 ounces, or a gain of 4.f pounds. Jit friends said I looked well 1 telt well, anj did my usual work the same as ever. I walked from ten to fifteen miles daily, sgf. ng patients or takiog exercise. Here is an account of my dietary, which cost me little more than sixpence a day, and I conlj easily live for less without luxuries. Break, fast consisted of a basin of porriige, made from a mixture of oatmeal and wbeatmeai, which I found more palatable than either singly. This I usually eat with bread to ij. sure thorough insalivation. Then came bread fried in refined cotton seed oil, or f led vegetable haggis. For drink I had a cup of cocoa or Iruit syrup, with warm water and sugar. The cocoa used was ai ordinary one with plenty of starch in it which makes a thick drink, and no miU is thus required. Dinner consisted of a thick vegetable soup and bread, potato pie savory pie, vegetarian pie, vegetable stew, stewed rice and tomatoes, etc. For a seconc course I had bread plum pudding, stewed rice and fruit, baked sago, tapioca and apples, stewed prunes, tigs, raisins and bread. Tea meal consistea of bread and jim, stewed fruit, or some green stuff, as watercress, celery, tomatoes, etc. I had only three meals a day, and frequently, when very busy, I had only two, and a cup of coco* and a biscuit for supper. I always use the wholemeal bread, as it is a laxative and contains a good deal of nitrogen, which 18 thrown away with the bran. The cottoD seed oil is a cheap and good cooking oil, and is impossible to detect. 1'0is diet is con- tinued for a month, aud now I only take the animal products when out, not having them at my table. Now compare this diet to one of flesh or a mixed, one. The latest analysis showi flesh to contain from 70 to 74 per cent. 0: water, the dry residue being very rich ij nitrogen, ana it contains a little carbon aceous or fatty matter. Hence, to live c; meat alone, as much as eight pounds a da^ is necessary. Then there are to be consider ed the diseases of animals, which are com- municable to man if that flash be not thor- oughly cooked all through and, as ver; few of our animals live a perfectly natural life, most of them are more or less diseased, especially the fat ones. The excess of ni trogen taken into the system in eating fiesh meat has to be got rid of by the liver, kiii- neys, and lungs hence these organs are overtaxed, and much disease is the conse- quence. In fact, were it not for the fies'a tood we doctors would have very little to do. Man living in towns can not afford to eat much flesh, because he does not get suftljient exercise and oxygen to burn up the excess of nitrogen. If he does eat this flesh, and if he eat much, then he rcust suffer from many complaints, such as indi gestion, bilious attacks, congested liver, hemorrhoids, ;astric catarrh, and other gartric troubles. If the habit be continued in, gall stones or urinary calculi may follow, or rneumatism and gout. Then the kidaeys become diseased and more work is throwi: on the heart, which becomes also diseased the end is death by one of the lingering dis- eases, which shows a diseased organ some- wheie. Even epilepsy and many nervous diseases are aggra%'ated by flesh. Cancer is on the increase, and from some observations I have made it may be indirectly traced M flesh. Consumption has only a remote con nection with flesh, it being due chietl/tt want of fresh air. Vegetable food is cheap contains an abundant supply of nutrimer at first cost, and our system are so fornb: as to use it with least expenditure of via. force. We use no cruelty iu obtaining om food, and can easily see if it be wholeeomf or in a rotten state. By means of our diet much disease is pre' vented, and even most chronic case.8 of pre sent disease can be alleviated by it. If wf want a cheap dietary we have the following foods to choose from: Wheat, oats, barley, maize, rice, sago, tapioca, semolina, hominy, peas, beans, lentils, etc., are all concentrat ed foods, very rich in nutriment. Potatoes, parsnips, carrots, turnips, onions, cabbage, sprouts, etc.. give the variety, bulk and flavor to these may be adaed tte sweei herbs for making savory dishes. Apples peats, currants, gooseberries, plums, straw berries, rasps, blackberries, and other fruits, with melons, peaches, grapes, etc., are higher priced but wholesome fruits. Tbe dried fruits, as dates, figs, applerings, car- rants, raisins, etc are cheap and good. Ti these may be added tinned goods. Ta^' one can see the immense variety of tasP things we have, and these to suit all purses. We can add to these milk, butter, cheese eggs, and honey, which are got withoo: killing animals. But if we take anim* food, then fish is least injurious then bee: and mutton, whih veal, pork, game, ett are very indigestible and ought to be avoia ed. T, R, Alu.son, L.R C.P., etc, 84 Claremont Square N. Â¥^ The tramp prefers summer scents to wii- ter qnartws. Stanley has discoveaed a river in Centri Africa called Kiaminlong'i. It can not 1^ very far from Like Nyum-nyum. Considerable discussion has been held o late in certain social circles as to the lin«' private reiidenoe In Ne V York City. Tb' house of William K. Vanierbilt, on Fift* ^«u^ is probably the most eUboraf residence m America. •