A "HEAVEN-BLEST RECUPERATING STATION."
SUCH is the name given to the medical and surgical sanitarium, of St. Helena, Cal., by the associate editor of the Pacific Ensign, the W. C. T. U. organ of California, in the issue of that paper of June 14, 1899. And here is an item of experience there, from her happy pen, in the same issue:— "That rainy day a week or two aback found the far-famed sanitarium at St. Helena, like many another place about that time, illy prepared for such a wetting. Breakfast was very late that morning, and we all hung around the door growling for one another: 'Of all the mornings in all the year, this was the worst one to keep sick folks waiting.' After breakfast, which was an exceedingly palatable one—for if there is a finer cook in this oblate spheroid of a world than he who presides over manifest destiny at St. Helena, he is a most unnecessary commodity, and ought to go to Venus—after breakfast one of us oiled herself and slipped into the kitchen. When she came out her head hung low with shame, and her eyes were wide open with wonder that we had had any breakfast at all, to say nothing of a late one. It was hard to tell which was thicker, carpenters or pools of water. A fine addition is being built to the sanitarium, and, incidentally, many changes made in the kitchen. There were open places in the roof, big enough to eat on, if they had been tables, one of them directly over the range, before which stood a noble-looking colored brother, who gently remarked to his uninvited guest, 'I feel worse than all of you put together when things go contrary.'"