they stood amazed. People were look- 

 ing amused as they passed and many 

 a heart was made glad and light. One 

 could read it in their faces. An un- 

 usual kindness is a love-flash that 

 makes life sweeter to all who get it in 

 their eyes. 



" I'll bet there's a quart there," said 

 Mattie. 



" No, there ain't nuther. I guess a 

 sick dog couldn't eat a hull quart of 

 ice cream — it's jest a pint." 



" Look how he licks it up. My! I'll 

 bet it's good!" 



" He's a gulpin' to beat the band," 

 returned Lizzie. 



" He never hed it before, /'// bet." 



" Or you nuther, Mattie Black." 



"You can't talk much," answered 

 Mattie. 



By this time Whitey had cleared up 

 his spread pretty thoroughly. Not a 

 drop lingered in the circle at the bot- 

 tom of the box and the pavement was 

 dry. 



Whitey walked over to the side of 



the building and lay down in the sun. 

 He put his nose between his paws. 

 His body was as thin and forlorn as 

 ever, but away at the tip of his pink, 

 shabby tail was a little, short-lived 

 wag. It was the language of gratitude 

 and hope. It had been absent for days 

 — ever since he was lost. The little 

 girl who had caused it was riding home 

 in her carriage, but the alley folks took 

 note of it and they were appeased. 

 They no longer envied the dog. 



As for Whitey, the rich cream 

 worked its work. As he lay in the sun 

 he felt new hopes and plans revive. 

 Of a sudden he remembered a bakery 

 where he had chanced to get some 

 plate scrapings. He would go again. 

 And go he did. His body and his 

 hopes were alike nourished with his 

 recent treat. Whitey actually walked 

 over to the bakery alley with a decided 

 and prolonged wag to his tail. The 

 ice cream had placed it there. It really 

 made the turning point for better time§ 

 for Whitey. 



THE POPPY. 



{Papaver somniferuni L.) 



DR. ALBERT SCHNEIDER, 

 Northwestern University School of Pharmacy. 



Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er 



To death's benumbing opium as my only cure, 



—Milto7i, S. A. I. 630. 



THE opium - yielding plant or 

 poppy is an herb about three 

 feet in height; stem of a pale 

 green color covered with a 

 bloom. Branches are spreading, with 

 large, simple, lobed or incised leaves. 

 The flowers are solitary, few in num- 

 ber, quite large and showy. The four 

 large petals are white or a pale pink 

 color in the wild-growing plants. The 

 fruit is a large capsule, one to three 

 inches in diameter, of a depressed glob- 

 ular form. The seeds are small and 

 very numerous, filling the compart- 

 ments of the capsule. In spite of the 

 general attractiveness of the plant, the 

 size of the flowers and the delicate 

 coloring of its petals, it is not a favor- 



ite at close range because of a heavy, 

 nauseating odor which emanates from 

 all parts of the plant, the flowers in 

 particular. The petals furthermore 

 have only a very temporary exist- 

 ence, dropping off at the slightest 

 touch. 



The wild ancestor of our familiar 

 garden poppy is supposed to be a na- 

 tive of Corsica, Cyprus, and the Pelo- 

 ponnesian islands. At the present time 

 it is extensively cultivated everywhere, 

 both as an ornamental plant and for 

 its seeds, pods, and yield of opium. 

 It has proven a great nuisance as a 

 weed in the grain fields of England, 

 India, and other countries — something 

 like mustard in the oat fields of the 



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