self as if I was cruel in going to be married and not helping you. It ain't kind. Now, is it kind, Poor Thing?""Sally! Hear me, my dear. My entreaty is for no help in the future. It applies to what is past. It is only to be told in two words." "There! This is worse and worse," cries Sally, "supposing that I understand what two words you mean." "You do understand. What are the names they have given my poor baby? I ask no more than that. I have read of the

crop upagain wherever the hair grew thin, lending him the appearance of abadly-singed pup.His pet superstition was that, as long as he refrained from practisinghis profession in Paris, Paris would remain his impregnable Tower ofRefuge. The world owed Bourke a living, or he so considered; and it mustbe allowed that he made collections on account with tolerable regularityand success; but Paris was tax-exempt as long as Paris offered himimmunity from molestation. Not only did Paris suit his tastes

of the trouble, the invalidgets "well" only to drag out a miserable existence or to get veryill again.Although any nervous suffering is worth while if it is the means ofteaching us how to avoid nervous strain, it certainly is farpreferable to avoid the strain without the extreme pain of a nervousbreakdown. To point out many of these pernicious habits and to suggest apractical remedy for each and all of them is the aim of this book,and for that reason common examples in various phases

ad all the way is like a circus," the young soldier observed, "and there isn't a thing to be seen when you get there. The naval airmen were all over the place at daybreak, and Captain Griffiths wasn't far behind them. You didn't leave much for the sightseers, sir," he concluded, turning to his neighbour."As Commandant of the place," Captain Griffiths replied, "I naturally had to have the Common searched. With the exception of the observation car, however, I think

ND. The learned will read your book to ascertain what you haveto tell.AUTHOR. Perhaps. FRIEND. Women will read your book because they will see--- AUTHOR. My dear friend, I am old, I am attacked by a fit ofwisdom. Miserere mei. FRIEND. Gourmands will read you because you do them justice, andassign them their suitable rank in society. AUTHOR. Well, that is true. It is strange that they have so longbeen misunderstood; I look on the dear Gourmands with paternalaffection. They are so kind and their

a foreign land, father?""Ay, but he will return. His deer are not yet to be slain by your arrows, child. When you are Ranger at Locksley, in your father's stead, who shall then say you nay?" "My father does not shoot the King's deer, except those past their time," answered Robin, quickly. "He tends them, and slays instead any robbers who would maltreat or kill the does. Do you think I could hit yon beast, father? He makes a pretty mark, and my arrow would but prick

to a low birth rate. Now, supplied with great quantities of iron by their unremitting industry, they were moved to prodigies of multiplication.The chairman of the Dail Committee on the Condition of the Planet Eire had spoken of them scornfully as equal to mice. They were much worse. The planetary government needed at least a pied piper or two, but it tried other measures. It imported cats. Descendants of the felines of Earth still survived, but one had only to look at their frustrated, neurotic

e failures and to "begin again," as much time is lost in thesefruitless attempts. Nothing less than !absolute integrity! is or canbe demanded of a quantitative analyst, and any disregard of thisprinciple, however slight, is as fatal to success as lack of chemicalknowledge or inaptitude in manipulation can possibly be.NOTEBOOKS Notebooks should contain, beside the record of observations,descriptive notes. All records of weights should be placed upon theright-hand page, while that on

ent of the princesses and queens more rigorous and strict than common. By means of this policy he was enabled to go on for some months without detection, living all the while in the greatest luxury and splendor, but at the same time in absolute seclusion, and in unceasing anxiety and fear.One chief source of his solicitude was lest he should be detected by means of his ears! Some years before, when he was in a comparatively obscure position, he had in some way or other offended his sovereign,

ding. Speaking into an audioscriber, a machine that transmitted his spoken words into typescript, he repeated the names of the candidates as they passed."Cadet Candidate Tom Corbett," announced Tom, and Herbert repeated it into the audioscriber. "Cadet Candidate Astro!" The big Venusian stepped forward. "What's the rest of it, Mister?" inquired Herbert. "That's all. Just Astro." "No other names?" "No, sir," replied Astro. "You