alone paid his beloved France billions of dollars. Great and valuable as these discoveries were to the industries of France, they were of little consequence as compared to his services to his fellowman. Probably his discoveries, in the field of what will prevent people from becoming sick, save more human lives every year than were taken by gun and sword each year of the World War. The good he did can never be estimated, and the work he started will go on and on until every germ disease is conquered; for, as he told his pupils, "It is within the power of man to cause all germ diseases to disappear from the earth." Strange to say, this remarkable man did the greater part of his work after he had been stricken and crippled with an incurable disease. But he struggled on; he felt that he had an important duty to humanity to perform, and none other could do it. When he came to die, in 1895, he said, “I'm sorry to die, because I wanted to do so much more for my country-my beloved France."

HELPS TO STUDY

-H. J. Alva.

1. Read the story through quickly. Locate the paragraph which summarizes the life work of Pasteur. 2. Read the story again, and ask five questions which will help others to get the essential facts presented. 3. From a book of biography, or encyclopedia, learn more facts about Pasteur. 4. Outline this story and add any new facts which you were able to find.

Other Selections: Life of Pasteur, VALLERY-RADOT; Plant and Animal Children, FOURELLE,

THANKSGIVING FAVORS

A favor is sometimes called a love token. Find out how Mrs. Allinson solved the problem of "something different" for her Thanksgiving party.

"Thanksgiving is drawing near," said young Mrs. Allinson to her husband and her niece Margaret, as they sat around the blazing hearth on a chill November evening. "It is my turn to entertain the members of both families, yours and mine, at Thanksgiving dinner. I wish we might plan something different, some kind of surprise, to help make the first Thanksgiving party in our new home a memorable occasion."

"Well," said Page, as he stood before the open grate, "nothing lingers in the memory longer than a good dinner. We'll stretch the table to its fullest extent and adorn it with the treasures gleaned from our own garden and fields. I can close my eyes and see that table groaning with all the good things you and the cook will prepare. I can even get whiffs of spicy odors. I can see the turkey, all golden brown upon its platter, awaiting the knife of the hostess. I can see before the host, your honored husband, at

the head of the table, a succulent roast pig, which I will carve with such grace as I can muster; but I've no doubt that I'll be diverted from my task by hearing some one say, "Oh, the young pig is winking its eye at me!"

"If you keep on, you will have eaten that dinner!" laughed Mrs. Allinson.

"All this feasting should be preceded by fasting, for never will there be a finer dinner than this one," replied Page.

"You have given me an idea, Page. We will have roast pig. That will be a surprise. We will have turkey, cranberry sauce, and all the other good things; that will be just as usual. But we will have something besides a feast of food, something to catch the eye, something to linger in the memory. Now, what would be unusual at a Thanksgiving dinner?" mused Mrs. Allinson, turning to Margaret, who had been an interested listener.

"Aunt Mary, you want something out of the ordinary, as they say at the little gift shop around the corner. Why not place cards-to help Uncle John and Aunt Susan, and the others, find their places at the festal board? Every one will have a jolly time finding his seat, and at the same time, may enjoy the beauty of the table."

"Just the thing!" said Mrs. Allinson. "Thanksgiving favors, but without the proud turkey that struts abroad at this season. Why not fruits and vegetables, instead? Vegetables for the women,

and fruit for the men! How is that for an idea?" "Good!" said Margaret. "Golden pumpkin heads, dusky nuts, Indian corn, purple grapes, and luscious fruits lend themselves to your purpose. Make each one grotesque and colorful, to catch the eyes of the gentlemen; while grinning, graceful vegetables in dainty, dancing garbs will greatly please the ladies. Even staid Aunt Harriet might release a smile, if she caught a carrot cocking its saucy eye at her, or might even wipe away a tear if she drew a grinning onion!"

"Ideas are dancing in your young head, I see. Let's go to work at once, and catch them before they vanish. What do we need?" asked Aunt Mary.

"Some heavy water-color paper, a box of watercolor paints, brushes, scissors, pen and ink, a steady hand, an eye for form and color, and a sense of humor, for I am sure we'll laugh at the pranks the figures will play when we release them. How many guests will there be?" asked Margaret, as Aunt Mary brought out the materials.

"Exactly twenty-four," was the reply. "Tell me what to do and I'll begin. I can cut the cards."

"Cut a rectangle two and one-half inches by eignt inches. Make a booklet by folding the short edges together, crease until you have a sharp edge. I'll sketch a design in the upper left hand corner, and before you know it, you'll see Rosy Red in scarlet, and Lady Celery and Cora Cabbage in graceful robes of green, while dear old Pumpkin Head will come in

yellow. It's such fun to make them, for each one can be different. Something different, that is what you wished, is it not?" said Margaret, as she worked to catch each fruit and vegetable in jolly or pensive mood.

Aunt Mary marveled at the ease with which Margaret worked. Each stroke brought out something new, better than the last. Soon an array of dainty cards was spread out upon the table, each one vying with the other for the place of honor in the eyes of the enthusiastic workers.

"Aren't they lovely?" and Margaret heaved a sigh of satisfaction.

"I am delighted with each grinning, mocking, pouting vegetable lady, and each grotesque and gorgeous fruit gentleman arouses my admiration. You are an artist, my dear. This was your idea, and now I'll add mine. Why not an appropriate Thanksgiving verse in each booklet? Each person could read his for all to enjoy. Let us find something that will please your dear grandmother. How is this?" And she read from the book:

"So once every year we throng

Upon a day apart,

To praise the Lord with feast and song

In thankfulness of heart."

"This would just suit Uncle Will," said Margaret,

"Oh gay were they that grouped about

The heaped Thanksgiving board!"