gathered her int,o his. The outer door opened and a man paused on the threshold. "Never mind me, children," said Dick; "allow me to congrat ulate you." THE FLOWER'S MESSAGE. Rose (full blown) Engage ment. Rose, white (withered) I am in despair. Rosebud (red; Inclined to love. Rosebud (white) Too young to love. Bay-feaf I change but in death. Calla Lily Beauty, maiden modesty. Chrysanthemum (red) I love. Chryanthemum (white) Truth. Chrysanthemum (yellow) Slighted love; dejection. Clover (white) Think of me. Clover (red) Industry. Four-leaf Clov er Be mine. Geranium Gentil ity. Heliotrope Devotion, eager ness. Iris Message, my compli ments. Jonquil Can you return my love. Laurel Treachery. Li lac (white) -Youthful innocence. Mulberry (white) Wisdom. Orange Blossom You are pure and worthy. Pansy Pleasant thoughts. Lily of the Valley Perfect purity. Carnajtion (varie gated) Refusal. Snowdrop " Friendship in trouble. Tulip (red) Declaration of love. Violet (blue) Love, faithfulness. Vio let (white) Modesty, candor. o o The Very Rev. Dean Barry of Syracuse describes the latest stride assumed by women as the "camel-hump walk." We know some women whose walk might be more accurately described as the "elephant waddle." - WHY THE "DIME" NOVEL? The other day, when a man was murdered, some suspicion arose that youthful bandits committed the crime. The instant presump tion followed, as a matter of course, that the deed was done after reading "dime novels." That, in itself, is sufficient proof that the stereotyped theory was voiced, parrot-like, by someone who never saw a boy's bldod-and-ihunder novel, for they cost a nickel. It was ages since they were "dime" products. It seems far-fetched, too, to connect nickel novels with crime. For if there be one thing more' than another that Nick Carters, Old Sleuths and Deadwood Dicks bludgeon into the reader's mind it is that the wrongdoer is INVAR IABLY made to pay the penalty. No criminal ever escapes. ' That is more than one can say of the majority of crime stories classed as real "literature." Doyle, Poe, Horung and other topnotch writers of detective yarns may do artistic work, but the morals of it are generally worse than those of the scorned and soiled "yellow back" which, by the way, is about the only article whose price hasn't gone up with the increased cost of living. o o Little Mary (meeting" her aunt at the door) Oh, auntie, I've dot a baby bruwer. He des: came. Auntie Isthat so? Do you think he's going to stay? Little Mary (pondering over the matter) I fink so. I dess he will. He's dot his clothgs off. 9k,-. H-r ,--jt