THE WASP REMEDY.
One afternoon I was coming home over the chalk hill and met a labourer coming out of a field with a horse. In his hand he had a filthy looking bottle with a bit of crumpled paper as a cork—he gave the bottle a shake and held it to my nose and said, " I lay you don't know what that is ? " I sniffed, and said, " Cyanide of Potassium—mind what you do with that stuff, it is a deadly poison." " So the chimist told me—good for wapses." I warned him that quite a small quantity would kill a man. He looked delighted- " That is just what the chimist said." I turned off at the next road and he went along with his horse and jingle of harness. Now think of that man sitting in the hedge after handling the sodden paper cork eating his lunch. He had signed for it so, of course, it was all right.—ERNEST CHRISTIE, Pollingfold, Ockley, Dorking, Surrey.
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