We think they will. Not all will have Blood Poisoning. Some will be sick for Three Weeks, some for Two Months and Some for a Year. Perhaps one or two will feel the Doctor's scratch all their lives. And now see the Children. They do not look so happy as they did. No, they are not. They do not like it. But then Children do not know it all. Only Medical Science knows it all. Ah, now the Doctor is smiling. He is almost through. He has done a Good Day's work. Wouldn't you like to be a Doctor, and do all that to little Children?

THE LOVERS.

Let us Look at these two People Sitting on a Sofa. One is a Young Man, and the Other is a Young Woman. How they Act! Is the Young Man trying to kiss the Young Woman? Yes. And Will He Succeed? We Believe He Will, because The Young Woman is trying to Help Him. What a pretty Picture it makes. Would You not like to be there, in the Young Man's Place? Of course You would.

THE COAL CART.

Here is a Coal Cart. Take a good Look at it, for it is worth looking at. The Coal Cart is full of Coal. There is a Man on top of the Coal Cart. How fat He is! He must weigh two hundred pounds. He Looks Happy. That is because he is being Weighed. The coal in the cart does not weigh two tons, but it does with the Man on it. It is a Great Thing to be a Fat Man when you are in the Coal Business.

THE MAN AND THE TICKER.

Look at the Man jump up and down! He seems to be excited. Yes, he is excited. He hears a Noise. Look over there, and you will see where the Noise comes from. The man is in his

Office, and he is listening to the Ticker. What is the Ticker? Oh, that is a little Machine to show how much Money you can

lose in a given time. See the Man jump. He walks to his Desk and then back to the Ticker. Is he happy? Oh, no, he is too restless to be happy. He could not read a Book if he tried to. He could not sit still in a Forest to save his life. But then, the man is not trying to be happy. He is trying to make Money. And will he succeed? Oh, yes, the Man will succeed. He will make Money hand over fist-almost as fast as he loses it. See the Ticker reel off the nice white paper. Isn't it funny how much exercise he gets? He has been at it so long now that He could not do anything else if He tried. Isn't it nice to know how to do one thing? Don't You wish You were the Man at the Ticker? Oh my, what was that Bang? Why, I declare if the Man hasn't shot himself. How funny! Perhaps the Ticker didn't tick right. Well, never mind. It is all in a Lifetime.

See the Man jump.
How nervous he is.

THE DINNER PARTY.

See the People sitting around
What do you suppose makes

Here we have a Dinner Party. the table. How unhappy they look. them so unhappy? Perhaps it is the Food. Perhaps it is each. other.. Who knows? I will tell you what the Matter is. This is a Fashionable Dinner Party, and there is nothing doing. Millions

are represented, but there is nothing in it. How sad! See the Hostess smile. She smiles that way by long practice. By-and-by she will rise, and then all the Women will go into one Room and the Men into another. Will that help matters? Oh, yes, that will help matters greatly. Then the Men will tell funny stories and laugh, and the Women will chatter. Can anyone

give a Dinner Party like this? Oh, no. Dinner Parties cost money. Why, this one cost nearly Five Hundred Dollars. That is a lot, isn't it? But it is necessary to pay one's Social Debts. Hello, they are going home. Now they are gone. Can you catch what the Host is saying to the Hostess? Oh, yes, I can catch it. It is an awful bad word. He says: "What a d- -d bore! so glad it is over!"

THE CHRISTIAN SCIENTIST.

I'm

Hello, here is a Bedside. Some one is in the Bed, isn't there? Yes, it is a little Girl. And who is that by the Bedside? Why, that is the little girl's Mother. See how she smiles. She is reading a book. The book is called "Science and Health, with Key to the Scriptures." My, what a long Name. But then the Book is long. How funny it is to see the Little Girl's Mother smiling and reading a book, when her Little Girl is so pale and wan and scems so sick. But perhaps the Little Girl is not sick. Perhaps she has a Claim. You do not know what a Claim is? That is because you are not a Christian Scientist.

The Little Girl's

Mother is a Christian Scientist, and she knows what a Claim is. She is trying to cure the Claim by reading the Book. Will the Little Girl die? Yes, the chances are that the Little Girl will die. Her Claim is Malignant Diphtheria. But never mind. The Mother is still smiling, and that is a great thing. When the Little Girl dies she will say that it was merely a mistake. There was

a Hitch somewhere. Isn't it nice to sit by a Bed and read such a nice book?

THE FICTION GIRL.

See the Young Girl. What is the Young Girl doing? She is reading a Book. Is it a Good Book? Well, that depends. The Author of the Book thinks it is a good one, and so does the publisher. So does the Young Girl. Are there any other Books better than this? Yes, we think there are. But the Young Girl does not know about them, because they are old. Then this book is not old? Oh, no, it is new. That is why the Young Girl is reading it. See her turn the leaves. See her skip. See her eager expression. Should we all get the skipping habit, and turn the Leaves with an eager expression? Certainly we should, if we wish to keep up with all the latest Books. And it is a Good Thing to do this, is it not? Well, it is not the Chief End of man, but it is of a lot of Young Girls.

Some altars are like hotels-for transients only.

THE CHARM OF THE ABSENT.

IT T seems a pity that in our struggle for existence we should always be overtaking the thing that we most desire-thus robbing ourselves continually of the charm of the absent. Ah, if we could only just stop short every time of the actual-if we might live continually in a world of unfulfilled anticipation!

Do you remember, as if it were but yesterday, the last trip to Europe that you didn't take? Do you recall how you browsed with silent, contemplative and serenely joyful mind among those grand old Cathedrals of England; how at Rome, unhampered by the harsh voice of companionship, you sat, supremely sensitive to the ages, and drank in all the wonders of architecture; how you sailed with Cleopatra down the Nile, lingering at Philæ in a rapture of historic dreaming! And so you travelled, on and on, through eternal cities and over plains where dim shadows of past warriors seem to foregather in the dusky shades. Marathon, Athens, Florence, Naples, Paris. And it didn't cost a cent!

No discomforts of the actual traveler disconcerted you. No one bored you. No traveler ever travelled in such regal splendor as you did. Only the most glorious sunsets attended you.

Since then, no doubt, you have really visited Europe, and been subjected to all the disillusionizing horrors of continental travel.

You have tried to make yourself understood in tongues that you yourself did not understand, and your stomach, sadly in need of repairs, has cried aloud for weeks in vain for good old-fashioned New England breakfast.

You have been half sorry since then that you went at all. For every step that you took robbed you of something you had treasured up before, so that you can truly say that the trip to Europe you most enjoyed was the one you did not take.

Do you recall-as it were but yesterday-the day that you