Paton, the wife of the great missionary Dr. John G.
Paton. I think these letters are very nearly perfect, so bright, so
chatty, so full of simple goodness. Mrs. Paton has the gift of seeing
things, and then telling about them so that we see with her eyes.

I wish I might impress on you the importance of answering questions
which may have been asked by your correspondent. Before closing a letter
which is by way of reply, why not read over the one which calls it
forth, and make sure that you have not omitted anything concerning which
you have been asked to give information.

Postal cards should be used exclusively for purposes of business, the
exception being that when on a journey it is a good plan to carry a
postal card, addressed before you leave home, pencil on it the news of
your safe arrival, and mail it in the station before going to your
journey's end. This often gives the home people news of you some hours
in advance of the letter you write at the first opportunity after
reaching your friend's house.

No letter should ever be marred by excuses and apologies.

[Illustration: Signature]

TRAVELLING STONES IN NEVADA.

The curious "travelling stones" of Australia are paralleled in Nevada.
They are described as being perfectly round, about as large as a walnut,
and of an ivory nature. When distributed about on the floor, table, or
any smooth surface within two or three feet of each other, they
immediately commence travelling toward each other, and meet at a common
centre, and there lie huddled in a bunch like eggs in a nest. A single
stone removed to a distance of four feet, upon being released, returns
to the heap, but if taken away as much as five feet remains motionless.
It is needless to say that they are largely composed of magnetic iron
ore.

ON BOARD THE ARK.

BY ALBERT LEE.

CHAPTER II.

As soon as Tommy recovered his self-possession--or as much of it as he
could under these trying circumstances--he opened his eyes and looked
about him. He could not see much, for they were apparently racing down a
dark, narrow corridor, "like a telegram in a pneumatic tube," he
thought. But his eyes gradually grew accustomed to the darkness, and he
could see that there were pictures on the walls--battle pictures, and
scenes representing all sorts of historical events. He caught a glimpse
of Washington crossing the Delaware, and of the battle of Bunker Hill;
he saw the taking of the Bastille, and th