And you do not thank them when it is done , you take it as a mat ter of course that they should do it and the strange thin? is the people them selves have the same opinion. I often wonder, after they have finished serving others, if such people have any time left to da anything for themselves. You laud to tine skies your brilliant men who serve the world by flashes, but the people who do the odd jobs you call plain oooks and day labourers, and God knows wihat. LHke the boy, one is apt to wonder what becomes of them when they die. "Here lies a good man." "Here lies a noble woman," "Here lies an earnest Christian." Amongst such an endless array of virtue, would it not be refreshing to read, "Here lies a plain person." Bungalo also boasted of a housemaid whom destdnv had blessed with the eu phonic title May Nelson • for May was a pretty girl and she knew it and so did evervbodv else. Her beauty was a kind of beauty peculiar to herself. Not like the. emtrancuig beauty of the rose or the camellia that you pluck and put in a vase and. sit round and worship, but rather like the naivete of the violet or forget-me-not that modestly hangs its little head, and that you gently nick and put away and treasure— the kind of beauty that men love when they are young, and ponder over when they are It has only one fault this kind of beauty — it does not last— it has to be plucked while it is young , but, while it does last it is altogether a lovable kiss able kind of beauty As a rule men do not kiss plain cooks if they did vre might have better cook?. There is but one other stamp of beauty, and that is not a pleasant stamp. The kind of beauty that raases its head above all others in the warden and flares and glares, and reaches for ward but that you leave and shrink from and pass bv one of the poorest things on the face of God's earth— a painted beauty. Tom Steele was one of the under sheipherds on Bungalo. May Nelson loved Tom Steel©, and Tom Steele loved May Nelson. And there you are. 