"Give me Blair's," it said. "Is that Blair's? Is that--Blair's--B-l-a-i-r-'s, do you understand? Oh, yes, it is you, is it, Mrs. Blair? Well, say I want to speak to Miss McCrea--Oh--pshaw! you must know her--she's the young lady that works for you. Oh, she's out, is she? Well, when she comes in, tell her Miss Doolan told you to say that Mr. Brennan has broke his leg--she'll know, he drives Judson's horses--and me and Mrs. Judson want to know whether he's to go to the hospital or to his friends. You can send your answer to No. 999. They'll let me know. Give Miss McCrea my love and tell her not to worry about Mr. Brennan. Good-by." Jones confronted a stately creature as she stepped into the hall. "Look here, young woman, who are you?" "I'm Miss Doolan, and I'm stopping at Judson's--as housemaid," she answered, so taken aback that for the moment her self-possession failed her. "And to whom have you been telephoning?" "To Blair's--Judge Blair's, over on the avenue--a friend of mine stops there." "And are you in the habit of calling up ladies in that fashion?" "It's a very good fashion, for all _I_ can see," she retorted impudently. "And what business have you to order an answer sent here for me to carry on a night like this?" "Mrs. Judson and me took you for a _gentleman_, sor, and we thought you wouldn't mind obliging ladies." "Nor do I, but I don't know either Mrs. Judson or you, and I don't propose running errands for you." "Oh, then don't bother yourself, sor--we can hire a boy," she flung back with a scornful laugh as she bounced out. "Now, Jane, I want you to distinctly understand that the last message has been carried from this house. I have probably to-night sown the seeds of pleurisy and pneumonia broadcast in my system; I have walked twelve squares to deliver a message to the wrong person; we have had a baggage here using our telephone as if it were her own, and we have been at the beck and call of the unpaying public for the last six months. Now, if the telephone people are not here by noon to-morrow, to threaten legal proceedings against me (Goodson has promised to complain of me) for undermining their business, I shall have that wretched instrument dragged away, body and soul, and we will try some other form of economy in the future." THE PSYCHOLOGICAL LABORATORY AT HARVARD. BY HERBERT NICHOLS, PH.D., Instructor in Psychology, Harvard University. EDITOR'S NOTE.--The illustrations of this article are from photographs, specially taken for the Harvard University Exhibit at the World's Fair. What do they do there? What do they expect to come out of it? The notion of a mental laboratory is still a mystery to most persons. They ask themselves the above questions, and many feel as they do so an uncanny shiver. They cannot realize that the study of the mind is already an established natural science, here, at sober Harvard, in all the leading universities, and free of spooks and mediums.