; OTrrtirnrnTsroinsTeTripro^T^ Bank of Hamilton Capital $2,5.0,ooo Reserve $2,500,000 Total Assets, $29,000,000 Interest paid half-yearly on deposits ol Jj Ii and upwards in Savings Department. 3 Drafts and Money Orders on all parts of Jj Iheworld. Vancouver Branches, cor. "K (- of Hasting aud Hamilton Sts. .Powell St. 3 1 r* Cedar Grove. "i 4 CtiJL*UUL5UUUUlAAJULJLS^^ [S The Week TL British Columbia Review, Published at Victoria and Vancouver 8. ©. rsi5Tiro*T*tnnr'ti 1i ■«* mm •nmrtq lo Stewart Williams R. C. Janion WILLIAMS & JANION AUCTIONEERS COMMISSION AND REAL ESTATE A6ENTS Si FORT ST. VICTORIA, B. C. ^*JVLjLSAt.aAajA ■ j J************************* The Home Seekers Goal. Special Bargains to Wind Up An Estate. 6# acres in the North End, only 20 minutes walk to Post Office, with southern aspect, #600 per acre, 5 acres is all cleared and in high state of cultivation. Seaview lots from $50 to $100 each, chiefly cleared, and ready for building on. Easy terms if necessary. The B. C. Land & Investment Agency, Ltd. Real Estate, Financial and Insurance Agents, VICTORIA, B. C. ♦ t We WiH Sell 5,000 Cariboo McKinney 90.05 1,000 Bambler Cariboo -31 1,000 International Coal 67 1,000 La Plata .aa 100 Dominion Copper 5.75 100 Consolidated Smelters . 145.00 2,000 Sullivan 10H 5,000 American Boy .03 £0 Western Oil Con 1.90 500 B. C. Amalgamated Coal.. .Offer If you will SELL DIAMOND VALE at market prices please offer to us by wire, stating NUMBER OF SHARES and PRICE. B.B. MIGHTON& CO. Mining and Inveitment Broken, Drawer 1083. Nelson, B. 0. FOR SALE In a good Kootenay town, splendid newspaper outfit and job plant. An opportunity for a live man with small capital. Address "The Week," Victoria. STRAND HOTEL VICTORIA The home ol all theatrical and vaudeville artists while in the Capital city, also of other kindred bohemians. WRIGHT & FALCONER, Proprietors. CAMBORNE The Eva Hotel CAMBORNE, B. C. Headquarters for mining inen and commercial travellers. JOHN A. THEW, Proprietor. REVELSTOKE Hotel Victoria REVELSTOKE, B.C. Headquarters for miners and lumbermen. ROBT. LAUQHTON, Prop'r. BANFF, ALTA Hotel King Edward Banff's Most Popular $2 a Day Hotel. Close to Station and Sulphur! Baths. N. K. LUXTON, Proprietor. PHOENIX. Deane's Hotel PHOENIX, B. C. New. Modern hot water system. Electric lighted. Tub and shower baths and laundry in connection. The miners' home. "DANNY" DEANE, Proprietor GREENWOOD, The Windsor Hote GREENWOOD, B. C. American and European Plan. Cafe in Connection. ERNEST J. CARTIER, Prop. ROSSLAND W.B.Smith rta&t Hoffman House ROSSLAND, B. C. Rates $i.oo per day and up. Cafe in Connection. QREEN & SrUTH. Prop's. WE HAVE Fruit Lands Timber Limits Range Land and Mineral Claims Throughout the BOUNDARY DISTRICT UNRIVALLED OPPORTUNITIES FOR FRUIT CULTURE IN THE KETTLE RIVER VALLEY. Before Locating Send Ut Particulars of What You Require A. Erskine Smith & NELSON. HOTEL HUME NELSON, B. C, Leading Hotel of the Kootenays. J. FRED HUME, • Proprietor. 35 YATES 5. PHONE. 892 Navy Sale Subscribe for The Week. Having bought np all the large $% lb. brass shells curio collectors and others will find them highly desirable for umbrella stands, flower pots, jardinieres, etc. They are 4J in. in diameter and cannot tumble over. Nioe for Christmas presents. To be had at H. STADTHAGEN THE INDIAN TRADER 79 Johnson St. VICTORIA HAIL ORDERS SOLICITED Silver King Hotel, NELSON. B. C. The home of the Industrial Worker! ofthe Kootenays. W. E. ricCandiish, Proprietor Royal Hotel NELSON, B. C. Tbe Best Family Hotel In the City. II a da>. Mm. Wm. Roberts, Proprietress CRANBROOK. Cranbrook Hotel Cranbrook, B. C. Rates $2 per day. Opposite the C.P.R. depot. Ho garth & Rollins, Proprietors. FRUIT LANDS On Kootenay lake and West Arm. Lake and Biver frontage. We have large and small tracts of good land anl prices to suit all. Also several partly improved ranches. Fall particulars willingly given. H. E. CROASDAILE & CO. Nelson, B.C. o I i i Y II' I I I o <> o o II o o o o :: Co. REALTY and MINING I VESTMENTS Reference: Eastern Townships Bank. Grand Forks* B.C. IDEAL CLIMATE SOIL and LOCATION FOR FRUIT Plots. That is what I can offer orchardists on the shores of beautiful Kootenay Lake. Write for literature and maps J. E- ANNABLE, The Land Man, NELSON, B. C. Nelson Iron Works Machinery of all kinds built, erected and repaired. Complete Mining Plants Cammell Laird Steel, Etc. r!w.Hinton Nelson, B. C. Collectors! I oarry an assortment of 400 subjects of Genuine Photographic Post Cards of Banff and the Canadian National Park, also of Northwest Indians, Mountain and Game Scenes. PRICE ooc PER DOZEN. FOR THE TRADE ONLY. My quotations hy the hundred are the lowest in Canada. Photo post card* made from any subject yon may send me. Write for particulars. Byron Harmon Photographic Artist, Banff, Alberta. C. S. BAKER Assayer, Chemist and Ore Shippers' Agent. GRAND FORKS, B. C. ASSAY CHARGES. Gold ?i.co Silver i.oo Copper 1.25 Lead 1.85 Iron I.SO Zinc 2.00 Gold and Silver 1.50 Gold and Copper 2.00 Gold, Silver and Copper 2.50 Gold, Silver and Lead 2.50 Other metals on application. .A discount allowed to regular customers. , ,_ YMIR Is a thriving mlnlne: town, situated 18 miles south ol Nelson tn the rich mineral district ot West Koo- tenay. It ls essentially a free-milling camp, and there are six stamp-mills operating In the vicinity-one of them (the Ymir) being the largest in Canada, with Its 80 stamps constantly dropping. There are numerous mines ln active operation In the camp, and reliable Information Is always available In Ymir. Waldorf Hotel Headquarters for Mining and Commercial Men. Sample Rooms in Connection. YMIR, B. 6. G. S. CeLBMRN. Proprietor. YMIR enioys every facility for mining operations. Timber and Water are abundant, the roads and trails sr* In good condition In the main, and new ones are being opened up. There Is direct railway communication with three smelters, all within fifty miles ol lhe town. The climate is congenial and every necessary and luxury of life can be secured In the camp and at prices that com* pare favourably with those of any other district. THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER aa, 1906. •*%, CAHPBELL'S m CHRISTflAS GOODS LATEST FASHIONS AT LEAST MONEY Our Gloves WE OHXY KEEP TBE BEBT AND GUARANTEE EVERY PAIR. DENT'S SPECIAI, *U; GENUINE FRENCH KID, $1; HAOtUONI, 81.50; ENGLISH CAPE GLOVES, $1; ROUILLON, BEBT SUEDE, 81.50; MISSES' GLOVES, LONG EVENING GLOVES, SUEDE AND GLACE, BEST PARIS HAKES, AT 81.75, 88.35 AND 83.50. OUR BELTS ,%maa OUR LADIES' BELTS WILL DELIGHT YOU, NOT ONLY WITH REGARD TO PRICE BUT PARTICULARLY IN THE EXCELLENT QUALITIES AND NEW FASHIONABLE SHAPES AND STYLES. WE MENTION ONE OB TWO OUT OP A NUMBER. New Belts Elsie Janis In White, Black, Navy, Green and Tan Sk-*- w Wo carry this most fashionable belt ln Kid; with the large fashionable brass \j ]fc *""*' ^.T* u?' ?*** WMt? ?"? . ' ->4>V^ Brown Kid, with the very latest or gun metal buckles and patent /rT^. shaped front and patent fastener, fasteners, at 81.50 W \ at 81.60 THE NEW LACED BACK KID BELT, in tan, black and navy, each 75c SILK GIRDLE BELTS, in black and white, shirred and daintily trimmed, each 60c BLACK SILK BELTS, shirred, extra quality silk 35o THE NEW ELASTIC SILK BELT, in black and white, with cut steel trimmings, each 81.50 BLACK SILK ELASTIC BELT, with riveted steel trimmings and fashionable cut steel buckles, each 83.35 FANCY SILK BELTS, in the latest French designs, fitted with art nouveau jewelled buckles, at prices ranging from 76c to 83.35 Our Neckwear NOTHING TO EQUAL our splendid assortment of new and fashionable NECKWEAB has ever been seen in Vietoria before. Exquisite creations in LACE, SILK and CHIFFON at.. .360, 60s, 76o, 81, 81.60 Also a very choice assortment of from 26c to $1.26 values are placed on one counter and sold at one price; ea.13%0 Our Handkerchiefs SHEER LINEN, with the fashionable small hemstitched border, extra good quality; each 15c HEMSTITCHED EMBROIDERED, the new forget-me-not and other new designs; each 30c EMBROIDERED AND SCALLOPED EDGE, a very large range of new designs, very superior quality; each.SSo INITIAL HANDKERCHIEFS, very superior quality; each 35c REAL SMALL LACE BORDER LINEN; these are the most fashionable; prices, each 60c, 75c and 90c DELICATELY TINTED, with self border and small star design; each...10c N. B.—We nave a very choice selection Of REAL MALTESE and KANITON LACE HANDKERCHIEFS. NOVELTIES IN SHOPPING BAGS, FANS, CHILDREN'S PARTY FROCKS, BABIES' BIBS, GARTERS, HOODS ARD BONNETS, SILK BLOUSES, SILK PETTICOATS, OPERA COATS, BATH ROBES, ETC., ETC., AT Angus Campbell & Co. ;the ladies* store Promis Block, Government Street, Victoria v J RETIRING FROM BUSINESS * XMAS EVE SPECIALS r 8 dor. Motor Caps, were fi.oo to $1.50 75c 3 Tea Gowns, were $12.50 ,$6 75 3 Children's Evening Cloaks, were $5.00 ...3 00 Mrs. W. Bickford, 61-63 Fort Street. tymt**^*H*tm1*1^^k****^*^lmt*v^*hiki>^t^l^imj\*%tA^A ' Th Sanitarium Hotol, which is beautifully situated, overlooking the Bow Ulver and its lovely and romantic valley, is a large o-story building elegantly fitted with ovary appointment calculated to bring pleasure and comfort to tho tourist or invalid. "f.A private hospital, which, though isolated, is in close proximity to tlio Sanitarium, is presided over by sKiimily trained nurses and is also fitted out with every appliance necessary to a first class institution of its kind. ,.,A v<"% commodious bath-house adjoins the hotel, whore Turkish, llussian, plunge, shower and douche oatlisiiro given under medical supervision, with water.direct from the celebrated hot sulphur springs. «;A first class) very in connection so that rides and drives through the maghifloant scenery may be en- loyed. Excellent euisino. Forms: *!2.0t> a day upwards. Spocial rates by weok or month. Opon all tho year. A. C, THOMPSON, Manager. Medical Staff: B. G. Brett, m.d ; G. M. Atkin, m.d.; ii i, fli.u ; \j, m . H. BUETT, B.A If you love your wife BUY HER A GAS STOVE It will save her a lot of extra work and | give her time for other things j S besides^, cooking. "llCook Your RoastrDo^dt'Roast Your(.Cbok, tf"™m',i ^VlCT01lIA~*GAS"CdMPANY, LIMITED^ The SILVER SPRING BREWERY, Ltd. tzs* r_- .- .BREWERS OP ENGLISH, ALE AND^ STOUT [The Highest Grade Malt and Hops Used in Manufacture. [PHONE 893. VICTORIA Like the babbling brook and the College Widow, "The Yankee Consul" seems likely to go on forever. It is one of those musical' pieces which, like "Rob_ in hood," "Erminie" and "The Belle of New York" have an indescribable charm about them that seems to endure for all time. When "The Yankee Consul" was first produced at the Broadway Theatre, New York, the magnificence of the gowns worn by the members of the chor ? us aroused widespread comment. Those original costumes have outlived their usefulness, but Manager John P. Slo- cum has provided exact duplicates of them, which will give the young ladies of Victoria .some novel ideas in the methods of Parisian modistes. 'The Yankee Consul" will appear at the Victoria Theatre Monday, December 24th. Mrs. John Irving and the Misses Irving were hostesses at a large and most enjoyable dance given on Friday evening last, at their home on Mendes Street. Mrs. Irving and her daughters entertained in their usual hospitable manner, and all the guests voted the dance delightful. THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER aa, 1906 CHRISTMAS STILL MORE OFFERINGS AT WEILER BROTHERS. Beautiful Gifts BICH FBENCB BBOCADES ABBAS CLOTHS EXQUISITE ABT LIBERS LIBEBTY GOODS DBAWB LIBEB TABLE CLOTBB SEBYIETTES TO MATCB BEAUTIFUL BED SPREADS SILK ART CUSHIONS MoLIBTOOK QUALITY QUILTS CHALLIS CLOTBS HAND-WORKED TAPESTRIES LACE DOYLIES C3NNEMABA LACE CURTAINS ARE ON YIEW IN OUR DRAPERY SECTION. AN EFFICIENT STAFF OF TRAINED INTERIOR DECORATORS ALWAYS AVAILABLE TO VISIT TOWN OR COUNTRY HOMES TO CONFER, ADVISE AND SUBMIT BOHEMES AND ESTIMATES FREE OF COST. A FREE GIFT Every lad; leaving* her name and address in onr ofllce from now on to New Year will receive FREE a handsome needle calendar containing; forty assorted SHARPE'S needles. SOLID STERLING SILVER Child's Sets, knife, fork .and spoon, per set, SOc to 82,00 Toast Racks, each, $1.00 to. 84.00 Butter Dishes, each, $1.50 to $10.00 Cruets, salt, peppei and mustard, each, 81.75 to 85.00 Manicure Sets, sterling silver, each, $3.35 to 810.00 Writing Sets, each, $3.00 to $7.50 Marmalade Jars, each, $3.50 to $5.00 Creams and Sugars, per nr., $5 to $10.00 Cake Dishes, $6.00 to $9.00 Tea Sets, 4 and 5 pieces, $15.00 to $35.00 Shoe Horns, sterling silver, each 75c Cuticles, sterling silver, each 75c Salve Boxes, sterling silver, each..$1.00 Gravy Ladles, 1847 Rogers Al, each... ;. $1.50 Berry Spoons, gilt bowl, Rogers Al, each $2.50 Hat Blushes, sterling silver, each. .$2.75 Coffee Spoons, assorted designs, Rogers 1S47 Al, per doz $4.00 Oyster Forks, Rogers 1847 Al, per doz. i $6.00 Silver Frait Knives, with pearl handles, per doz $12.00 Oriental Gifts MORODABAD FINGER BOWLS CANDLESTICKS AND GOBLETS BENABtS BBASS TRAYS KAZARA CUBTAINS TABLE COVEBS AND SMALL MATS INDIAN GUBBES GOLD EMBBOIDEBED TABLE COVEBS EMBROIDERED DRAPES RICH BUNDERABUS RUGS AHMEDNEGAR RUGS ANTIQUE MOUSOUL RUGS PER3IAN CARPETS ARE ON VIEW IN OUR ORIENTAL SECTION. A SPLENDID LINE OF BEAUTIFUL AND USEFUL NOVELTIES IN WEATHEBED OAK Ink Stands, 2 bottles .$1.00 . Folding Book Backs 1.00 Cigar and Match Stands 2.60 - Book Shelves 2,50 Magazine Stands 3.50 Pipe Racks, with drawers.. • 3.50 Umbrella Stands 3.50 Foot Stools, with Spanish leather top.. 13.75 Tambourette-f, 12 and 14 in. tops $3.00 and $4.00 Folding Card Tables... *. 8.60 Dinner Bells for haU 6.00 Shirt Waist Boxes, 3 sites, $6.00, $7.00 and $8.00 Draught Screens, $8.50, $10.00 and.$12.00 av •-?>:<:• TWi ,.;,-'•« ALL OUR PRICES ARE SUBJECT TO A DISCOUNT OF 5 PER CENT. FOR CASH. IW Mail Orders Filled Promptly and Carefully Weiler Bros. eomplete Home, Hotel, Club and Office Furnishers, SHOWROOMS: 33 GOVERNMENT STREET Corner of Broughton and Gmrtnneat Streets, Victoro, B. C factory humboldt street, victoria, b.c. warehouse Cor. of Broad and Broughton Sts. VICTORIA, B.C. THE WEEK, SATURDAY DECEMBER 22, 1906. ■ifif*ifififififififififif if if if A Lady's Letter if •j- * if W »y BABETTE. y :♦ * ;*i|r->|f^9^*rjf-^^^^^^^-if Dear Madge: I A Merry Christmas! and may Santa Claus bring you beautiful gifts galore. Of course you have not finished your shopping; no one has just yet, so 1 am going to give you a few hints. In these modern days, the big stores of our cities play tlie part of Santa Clause at Xmas time, and with all the wealth and profusion of goods which they offer it is still no easy question to decide exactly what to buy for each relative or friend to whom one wishes to give a present. In the pressure of the moment a great many obvious things which ought to occur to the purchaser are forgotten and only remembered afterwards, when it is too late to profit by tbe thought. If, when you have wandered through the galleries of any of the great museums, has it not often been a sad thought that the objects so temptingly displayed cannot be bought for love, or money? Indeed, to me, the instinct of acquisition is so strong that if the cases were unlocked I sometimes have thought that I could hardly resist breaking tbe Seventh Commandment. When one visits Mrs. McLeod's on Douglas Street, it is as though one walked through a miniature museum, and like Aladdin in the magician's care, bewildered with the wonderful mirrors, tables, chairs, brass and copper kettles, vases and candlesticks, old English trays, beads from the sacred mountain of Tibet, and jet that is almost priceless. If you have a "penchant" for old china, here is a place to rummage in for it contains bargains in old plates, cups, bowls, figures, etc. Any one of these would make a most acceptable Xmas gift. A new fashion has set in among the cultured of eschewing anything that' can lie bought by everybody, and this Christmastide fashionable presents are largely being sought in unique specimens of art. It is astonishing how far a little money will go in a curiosity shop of this kind, and there is always the additional pleasure in knowing that what you have bought will not be thought of by anybody else. A most welcome form of Christmas present is one of the many varieties of gramophones and talking machines supplied by Fletcher Bros. The perfection which these instruments have now attained will surprise many persons who perhaps have only heard the original type of sound-producing machines. The latest types reproduce the human voice and all kinds of instrumental music with almost faultless perfection. In a vaporous climate like ours, where the heavens are telling a tale of rain in season and out, the inevitableness of the mackintosh coat is extremely apparent, and if one wanted to send a really appropriate present to a friend, say, living in thc country, wnat gift would be more responsively, not to say reverently, received than such a complete covering from the humidity of their environment? Angus Campbell on Government Street has a splendid assortment of these necessary articles of wearing apparel. I have just been watching a girl packing for a Xmas week visit, and it was borne in upon mc why the fathers of daughters look such depressed men, also what slaves to the conventions of clothes wretched woman is. This particular girl is an ardent devotee to golf, hockey, hunting and bridge. As there is quite a strong likelihood that she will do all of this during the week, a sepcrate outfit for everything was packed. Nothing . was quite suitable for any two occupations, so in they all had to go. Besides these, of course, there were the necessary evening frocks, a fancy dress, a small pile of frocks to meet the exigencies of a few wet days, and of course, the few doren other things that one really has to have. All these for one week! !- I know I am supposed to constantly expiate on thc absolute necessity of having all these things, but I cannot help feeling a profound admiration for thc people, who simply will not be tyran nized over by their clothes. They may look odd to our convention-ridden minds, but what pluck to just wear whatever one's moods dictate! I have just seen two of these brave women; one of these has a large place in the country, takes an active interest in her farm, and spends long hours every day among her chickens and pigs and directing the management generally, yet she is never seen in anything else than a black tea gown. Now she says she finds a black tea gown (chiffon in summer and cashmere in winter) very comfortable, and she looks very pretty in them, far better than in a short and hateful tweed skirt. Why should she not farm in black tea gowns if she likes? Do tell. The other brave thing that I could not help admiring in the early autumn when it was yet quite summery, was a girl travelling in a lace bridge coat. It was really quite hot, and thc other women at the railway station were dropping in the correctest of tweed travelling clothes, yet they all glared at the lace coat almost as if it were indelicate. It must be this oppressive anxiety about clothes that makes women age and have to fly these serene creatures who can farm in thes serene creatures who can farm in tea gowns and travel in lace jackets, have faces as smooth as their minds. Every one can see, of course, that nowadays no woman with any sense and a few pennies need look more than thirty-five, and grandmothers who play golf and have finer heads of hair than their grandchildren are among the commonplaces of life, but what is going to happen about the grandfathers? I could not help noticing one night, looking round at a crowded house at the theatre, that the audience was apparently composed entirely of young women and obviously elderly and middle-aged men. It seems now that women stop permanently at thirty. Surely something can be done to keep husbands at thirtv-five. They say, "Eat, drink, be merry, For tomorrow you may die." Then sup tonight at the Poodle Dog And drink Mumm's Extra Dry. BABETTE. REVIEW. There is no more acceptable present for boys than a copy of "Chums." This maeazinc has, during the past few years, usurped the position which was once occupied by the B. O. P., and the latest number is one which well bears comparison with its fore-runners. Such well-known writers for boys as Fred Wishaw, Robert Leighton and S. Walk- ley are among the contributors of serial stories. The volume abounds in excellent short stories and articles on all the topics which interest boys. Messrs. Hibben of Victoria have the English edition of this, the most wholesome lit- erture which can be placed in the hands of young people. Drifted Apart. There was a time when you and I Adown life's stream went side by side, And then we thought, tho' years rolled by, That nought our lives could e'er divide. But came a day when love's sweet chain By captious fate was snapt in twain, And side by side we were no more, Our ways apart the current bore. Drifted apart, heart from heart, On life's o'erflowing river, Is it to be, for you and me, A parting, love, forever? As leaves that float upon the stream Will part awhile to meet again, So let our parting prove a dream, That strove to part, but strove in vain. Once more together, side by side, Adown life's river let us glide, Thc future be from doubting free, Forever, love, for you and me. Drifted apart, heart from heart, On life's o'erflowing river. Ne'er could it be, for you and me. A parting, love, forever. "If you call your yacht Daisy you will find it hard to steer her." "Why so!" "Because a daisy's course is always naturally lea-ward." The Fur business is done better in Victoria than almost anywhere else on the continent. We set the pace with handsome displays of Persian Lamb Jackets Canadian Hink Coats Handsome Sealskin Coats Labrador Mink Stoles in qualities that are absolutely dependable, and at the lowest prices that really high-grade Furs ever sell for. We know the market and we know your needs. Out-of-town customers should write for our catalogue. THE B. C. FUR MANFQ COMPNY VICTORIA, B.C. for the Christmas trade are being received daily also presents for the most fastidious devotee of _^^^^_^^^_^^J| Lady Nicotine. Your Favorite Brand Can Now Be Had in Perfect Condition. If you smoke Havanas we shall be pleased to show and quote low prices for fine cigars. The Old Post Office Cigar Store J. A. WORTHINGTON, PROP. VICTORIA. B. C. A IEW OF THE New Books seasonable as Christmas Gifts are: The Doctor (Ralph Connor) $1.25 Jane Cable (Geo. Barr McCutcheon) $1.25 Daniel Sweetland (Eden Phill- potts) $1.25 House of Defence (C. F. Benson).$1.23 The Man Between (Amelia Barr). .$1.25 Puck of Pook's Hill (Rudyard Kipling) $I.$Oj Billy Topsail (Norman Duncan).. .$1.50' Sir Xigel (Conan Doyle) $1.25 The Treasure of Heaven (Marie Corelli) '. $1.25 The Silver Maple (Marian Keith).$1.25 Call of thc Blood (Robt. Hickens).$i.25( Bcnita (Rider Haggard) $1.251 In the Van (Price Brown) $1.25 The Heart Tliat Knows (Charles Roberts) $1.25 The Fighting Chance (Robert W. Chambers) $1.25 The Undertow (Robert C. Knowlcs) $1.25 For the up-to-date in literature go to the THOMSON STATIONERY CO. 825 Hastings St. VANCOUVEB, B. C. To Give a Lady Gloves Buy a Glove Certificate. It saves all worry about style, size and shade, and insures absolute satisfaction. Our glove stocks were never more complete. For ladies, we show: Dent's Gloves, a pair $1.00, $1.50, $1.75 to $3.00 Fowne's Gloves, a pair $1.25 and $1.75 Perrin's Gloves, a pair $1.50, $1.75 and $2.00 E. CHAPMAN DAVIS CHAHBERS Opposite Strand Hotel, Vancouver. M. J. HENRY'S NURSERIES and SEED HOUSES ' VANCOUVER, B. C. Headquarters for Pacific Coast grown Garden, Field and Flower Seeds for | Spring planting. A large stock of home grown Fruit and Ornamental Trees now matured for the Spring trade. No expense, loss or delay of fumigation or inspection. We do business on our own grounds —no rent to pay—and are prepared to meet all competition. Let me price your list before placing your order. Greenhouse plants, floral work, bee supplies, fruit packages, fertilizers, spraying material, etc. Catalogue free. M. J. HENRY 3010 Westminster Road, Vancouver JOHN COOPER Taxidermist and Fur Dresser Mounting Large Game Heads a Specialty. 826 PENDER STREET, VANCOUVER. The B. C. Assay & Chemical Supply Company, Ltd. Importers and Dealers in Assayers' and Chemists' Supplies 513 Pender St. VANCOUVER, B. C. THE WH KJRDAY, DECEMBER aa, 1906. OLLA PODRIDA \ A Question of Faith. President Patton of Princeton Univer sity once delivered a sermon, his subject being "Faith." He spoke of the blind faith of the client who puts himself at the mercy of a lawyer in preparing an action for trial, and of the confidence of the sick in entrusting themselves to the physician. "A case of blind faith," said the clergyman. "The doctor writes out a prescription. Oftener than not you cannot read it; yet don't know what it is. He tells you to take it. 'Yours not to reason why, but to do and die.'" Whether or not Dr. Patton meant it, there was a distinct ripple throughout the congregation. Was Hamlet Mad? Richard Mansfield, at a dinner in New York, contributed an anec< the old question of the sanity of let. "One morning in the West," hi "I met a young friend of mini asked him where he had been th< before. '"I went,' my young friend 1 'to see So-and-So's "Hamlet*' "'Ah, ha, did you?' said I. tell me—do you think Hamlc mad?' '"I certainly do,' said he. wasn't a hundred dollars in the hi The Latest in Mottoes. A lady travelling with her husband through the West in a certain small town recently had occasion to do some shopping at what is called the general store in a certain small town. She was much entertained by the variety and antiquity of the stock of goods, and as she passed out her eyes were attracted by a pile of mottoes, elaborately lettered and ornately framed, the upper one being the Scriptural passage: "Walk in love." As she paused, the clerk, a dapper young man of more affability than advantages, stepped forward with the remark, "Them are the latest things in mottoes. This top one is swell to put over a young lady's door—'Walk in love.'" Who Is the Worst? An English journal recently wondered whether the pronunciation of some of the ignorant classes or of some of the cultivated classes is the worst. For instance, the groom says: " 'Arry, 'old me 'oss." But the curate says: "He that hath yaws to yaw, let him yaw." And the doctor's wife says: "Jawge, please go to Awthah and awdah the ' hawse, and don't forget to look at the fiah." And the vicar says: "If owah gracious sovereign wur-ah to die!" Latest English Epigrams. Here are some epigrams culled speeches delivered during the past "Queen Victoria transformed Britain into a crowned republic, a which the will of the people is 1 preme law."—Andrew Carnegie. "Great poetry is the surest a to the prevailing virus of materi —Alfred Austin, the Poet Laurea 'The educational system of this try is chaotic and utterly behii age."—Prime Minister Balfour. "In dealing with education th thing is to consider the childret churches come afterward." — J Chamberlain. "We want sometimes in this ci a little more of the spirit of toler; —Earl Spencer. "This is above all a reading ag how many people read the Bible ?" Bishop of Manchester. "Plenty of porridge and milk \ more for the physique of a natio: the most up-to-date physical d Prof. Laurie, of Edinburgh Univ< "We must dispel the blight of i torial oppression which stunts, < and withers every branch of the n life of Ireland."—The Right Hoi Wyndham, Chief Secretary for Ii "The bicycle nowadays is part necessary equipment of a lad."—County Court Judge Sir A. Marten. Not According to Shakespeare. A negro amateur dramatic society was attempting to give a performance of "Othello." In the scene where Othello demands a handkerchief from Desde- mona there was a startling interruption from one of the audience. When the time came for the scene, the negro who was playing the part of Othello bawled out, "Desdemonie, gib me dat han'ker- chif!" No reply. "Desdemonie, I say gib me dat han'- kerchif!" Still silence. "Desdemonie, foh de third time, gib me dat han'kerchif-1" But she wouldn't do it. Thereupon an old negro in the audience, tired of the apparent slowness, spoke up and said: "Ah, wipe yo' nose on yo' cote sleeve, niggah, an' let de show go on!"—New York Tribune. Ingenious. "Pop, is it true that the word Adam means earth?" "So they say, my son." "Then the first man's name was mud." J'As things turned out, it was." Political Dangers. Howell—It is hard for woman to understand politics. Powell—I should say so! My wife asked me to-day if a candidate who was scratched at an election ever had blood poisoning. Splitting Hairs. A Buffalo dry goods firm recently advertised in the papers of that city: "Shirt-waists one-third off." Is Buffalo outside of Anthony Comstock's jurisdiction? Skeptical. Those glowing predictions of the flying machinists should be taken with a few grains of ballast. O. K. In a Massachusetts cemetery there is a monument erected to a large family of O'Kelleys. Now the O'Kelleys were too many for the monument and towards the last there was not room enough for the surnames. So this is the way the later names were cut in: William 0. K.; John 0. K.; Mary 0. K. Distinction; No Difference. "Didn't you steal my scales?" cried the excited grocer. "By no means," answered the suspected ; "I merely made a weigh with them." A Question of Colour. Barbara and Jessie were walking along the street last week behind a very gorgeous young "lady," who was scarcely remarkable for her daintiness or cleanliness. She wore a hat that had once been white, but which then bore traces of time, and it was "elegantly" trimmed In pale blue velvet. Jessie said to Barbara: "Don't you wish you had a white leghorn?" "BJarbara replied: "You don't call that a white leghorn; it's a black mirt- orca!" Nerve. "Yes." said the warden, "he was the coolest and most thoughtful convict who ever broke jail." "You don't say?" exclaimed the visitor, "Yes; he left behind him a note to the governor of the state beginning: 'I hope you will parden me for the liberty I am taking.'" The Source of Misunderstanding. "We should be careful what we say,'' remarked the wise person, "Of course," answered Miss Cayenne, "although it isn't so much what we say that gets us into difficulty as what somebody says wc said." 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'The Road to Mandalay;" or can sing more sweetly, as in ''The True Romance"; or more majestically, as in "Lord, God of Battles," or "Recession." The popularity of Kipling has developed with his imperialism—of that there can be no doubt. It is his generous and persistent advocacy of "Tommy Atkins," and his sensitive and subtle appreciation of everything touching the true great- BLAKEMORE...Manager and Editor ness of empire that has caught the pub- lie ear. But laudable as this may be, it would be but an insecure foundation on which to build even a literary reputation. Admirable as it is in its way, 'Pharaoh and the Sergeant" can never become a classic; who will say as much of "Recessional"? Smart strophes may catch the ear; only true passion can touch the heart; and it was when the ^^_ greatest pageant of all the age in jubilee • For more than thirty years it has been year was faujng away that the dying customary to associate tlie name of footsteps of the- nations were arrested, BADINAGE By BOHEMIAN JJJj Charles Dickens with Christmas time This is because no author in the range and their jubileaii paean hushed, while his voice whispered tp their hearts "Lest 4 I11S 13 IAW.M4V .." - ".- '- -4.. qf English literature has so thoroughly we forget, lest we forget." Then and there Kipling came close to the heart of. the people, and then and there they recognised that he and he alone could speak to them. Is Kipling a poet? Some deny him the "laurel wreath." But apart from his imbibed, or so admirably portrayed the Christmas spirit. His Christmas Carol is the English classic, and his Cheeryble Brothers are the finest types of bright, optimistic, generous-hearted old gentlemen to be found in the portrait gallery _„ , _ . of literary celebrities. I always think of great hymn, the litany of an' empire, he them as twin Santa Claus's, without i,as written at least two poems which whiskers. would establish the reputation of any -I want, however, to sing the praises laureate, "To the True Romance" and of a more modem English writer, who "L'Envoi." What poet of this age would in an entirely different style, but none „0t giadly bum his books to be hailed the less truly, exemplifies the noblest as tne author of the following stanzas? phase of Christmas feeling and Christmas thought. I refer to Rudyard Kip- Thy face, is tar trom this, our war, ling. I wonder what he is doing this Our call and counter cry; Christmas time in his quiet Sussex re- i shall not find thee quick and kind, treat 1 Whatever his occupation may be Nor know thee till I die; I am sure he is thinking of the children; Enough for me in dreams to see their pleasures and enjoyments; their And t0Uch thy garments' hem. light-heartedness and laughter and how Thy feet have trod so near to God he can contribute to their happiness. I m*-y not follow them. There may be, even yet, a few who are at a loss to understand the popu- oh Charity, all patiently larity of Kipling. For these there is no Abiding wrack and scaith. message. Nothing I could say would oh Faith, that meets ten thousand pierce the iron-clad prejudice of those cheats who can find no beauty in him, because Yet drops no jot of faith. he once told lhe truth (unpardonable Devil and brute thou dost transmute sin for a poet) in "Our Lady of the To higher, lordlier show, Snows." But to say the least, all such who art in truth that lovelier Truth cavillers must own themselves in a That careless angels know. WM...-C minority, since queen and emperor, princes and princesses hummer- jn statelier measure and with pro- able, and not only the English-speaking phetic insight he portrays in a few peoples, but all the civilised world, have vjvid ijnes ana with a few graphic done homage at his sick-bed and paid strokes the gospel of the optimist, and tribute to his genius. who, as he reads it, does not realise that This universal acknowledgment is "L'Envoi" is the work of a master? unique, and rarely, indeed, has it fallen to the lot of an author, in his lifetime y*/nen Earth's last picture is painted, .to realise such an apothesis of fame. anQ the tubes are twisted and dried, And yet the reasons are not hard to when the oldest colours have faded, and __. .. . • . „.« ..11 . .. j thirty years asleep. In the mirister's pew were three tall, light-haired, graceful girls. Alas! not at all attentive to their father's ministrations—the eldest now Kipling's mother. At the reading desk a pale, dark-haired, thoughtful- looking young man with a prominent forehead, neat dress and silvery voice— Frederick Macdonald, Kipling's uncle and closest friend, In the same church at the same time, in the back pew under the gallery, sat Henry Hartley Fowler, now Sir Henry Fowler, privy-councillor and ex-Secretary for India, arid his little chubby daughter, Eleanor Thorneycr'oft Fowler, the brilliant authoress of "Isabel Camaby." Then on the paternal side is a father noted for his artistic acquirements, and an uncle, E. J. Poynter, a Royal Academician. In estimating Kipling's charac- t and work, these facts play an important part and explain the source whence some of his strongest and most unlocked for characteristics are derived. That his spared life is a gain to all "kindreds and peoples" has been joyfully declared hy the tongues of many; and when "The Times" seven years ago proclaimed "that his loss to the world, and especially to the Empire, would be greater than that 'of any living man," it recognised not only the sterling worth of a true man and a great poet, but unveiled the truth present to every thoughtful mind—that he had been face to face witli the mystery of ■ death and would come back to enrich the mystery of life. And although we still await his magnum opus he is «**■*"" the most virile and impressive of English writers. He will receive Christmas greetings from all parts of the Empire, and no more heartfelt one than that sent by BOHEMIAN. UR CHRISTMAS GIFTS are very appropriate because they are practical and beautiful, they B denote the discriminating taste ?'.?;.,;?.??? ? of the giver and imply a similar comp -""-■■■"• liment to the receiver; the charm of merit and originality is found in all, from the least expensive to the most costly. Permit us to draw your attention to W A T C M E S find. Kipling is strong just where all the youngest critic has died, the writers of this decadent period are \ye shall rest, and faith we shall need ■weak. Although keenly alive to the it—lie down for an aeon or two, faults and foibles, to the sins and wick- Till the Master of all good workmen edness of a degenerate age, he is no slia.ll set us to work anew, pessimist. The cloud which overhung thc sunset of a century had a rift, and And only the Master shall praise us, a blue streak, and a silver lining for him. anj on-y the Master shall blame, He shares not the despondency of the And no one shall work for money, and many because he is a stranger to their n0 one shall work for fame, doubt. ; But each for the joy of the working, He is an optimist because be knows and each in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees it for the God of the Things as they are. Some have marvelled at this serious vein in a man who can write so flip- that "God is above, and all's well." He is not tinged with the gloomy foreboding of Hardy, the fantastic uncertainty of Meredith, thc sophistry of Arnold, the cynicism of Carlyle, or the blank unbelief of Tolstoi. So it is that above the pantly, but they have not looked bewail which was the funeral dirge of the lleat|, the surface. His flippancy covers greatest of all centuries one voice at a big heart, big and bursting with hu- least was heard ringing true and clear manness. His virility, his genuineness, for "the faith of our fathers." his true ring, his emphasis, his sympa- It seemed for some years as if the thy, all stamp him • a man. Neither fame of this stripling author must rest ab0Ve nor below the weaknesses of our on his unrivalled creation of Mulvaney race, but endeared to us by community in "Soldiers Three," or on his unsur- 0f interest and capacity to say and suf- passed dramatic comedy, "The Gads- fcr. His "Poor Little Jo," on hearing bys"; then his deep insight into Anglo- 0f the death of his little daughter, went Indian affairs was manifested in "Plain t0 every heart, and now by thc ties of Talcs from the Hills." By tbis time he common humanity, no less than by the had established an unassailable position glamour of genius, he is ours, as the one exponent of this phase of Kipling is essentially a "man of the life. But those who could read between people," despite his imperialistic tenden- the lines had already discovered the cies, but he is a democrat of the highest promise of greater things. He could iype, it is the destiny of the people not write the history of tbe profane which fixes his horizon. And can we Mulvaney, or tell tlle story of the shal- wonder when we look at his origin? It lowest society in the world, without giv- seems but yesterday that the writer sat ing a glimpse of the real truth whicli in Trinity Church of the Metropolis of lay hidden, the religious streak which in ihe Black Country listening to tiie elo- reality dominates his character. None quent and godly George Brown Macdon- can lilt more pleasantly, as in aid—Kipling's grand father—more than Anchored. I stood and watched my ships go out, Each, one by one, unmooring free, What time the quiet harbor filled With flood-tide from the sea. Thc first that sailed, her name was Joy; She spread a smooth white shining sail, And eastward drove with bending spars Before the sighing gale. Another sailed: her name was Hope; No cargo in her hold she bore, Thinking to find in western lands Of merchandise a store. The next that sailed, her name was love; ; She showed a red flag at her mast, I A flag as red as blood she showed, And she sped south right fast. 1 The last that sailed, her name was Faith; Slowly she took her passage forth, Tacked and lay to; at last she steered A straight course for the north. My gallant ships, they sailed away Over the shimmeirng summer sea; I stood at watch for many a day— But one came back to me. For Joy was caught by Pirate Pain; Hope ran upon a hidden reef; And Love took fire and foundered fast In whelming seas of grief. 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"He's been promised a new pair of trousers if he votes for Mr. Dash." Suspecting \ that this was a case of bribery that must be outdone, the lady offered a sovereign if the woman would tell her who had promised the trousers. The money paid over, the woman smiled. "I promised them," she said, "and I'll buy them out of your sovereign." FOR GIFTS Is that bearing the names of the most celebrated makers G. WOSTENHOLM & SONS ALFRED FIELD & CO. E. M. DICKENSON & H. BOKER The large purchases for our various branches enable us to give special advantages in prices in the cutlery manufactured by the above celebrated firms. OAT-TING SETS. Game and Meat Carvers, on cards, in cases and handsome wood chests, 2, 3 and 5-piece sets, at all prices, from $1.00 to $12.50 TABLE CUTLERY. Silver Plated Forks and Spoons, from, per dozen, $1.00 to $7.50 Best Sheffield Steel Table Knives for, per dozen, $1.00 to $7.50 E.G. PRIOR & eo., Ld. Hardware, Iron and Steel Merchants, 133 Government Street, Vlcteria, B. e. Also at Vancouver, Kamloops and Vernon. p. R. 1911 The Week Literary SuppLEriENT CHRISTMAS, 1906. I tl i I i J ii i 1 ii j i 1 ■ i i I J T i J IP i I IP 1 i 1 « I fl (Lbrietmas <3reetinc$8 36? Cltvc pbillipps^Molle?. Back! we are back from the frontier lands Where the greatest game of the world Is played, Where men take their lives in their reckless hands, Play hazard with Death and are undismayed. We are back from the mine and the railway grade To our island home mid the orchard trees, Each to his merry Canadian maid- Peace and good will to you over the seas. We have heard the surf on the Arctic strands, Have tickled the Earth's ribs with a miner's spade, Washed gold at Nome from the frozen sands Where mammoth and aurochs lie undecayed, Back in our overalls tattered and frayed To kneel with our girls on bended knees, Praying the prayer that the angels prayed— Peace and good will to you over the seas. We have done the work which the Race demands Have worked for a wage that cannot be paid, Contented if only She understands That 'twas not for a dole of fame, nor trade Alone, that we cleared, that the rails were laid But just for her folk, whom such labour frees, Giving room to breathe in the homes we made- Peace and good will to you over the seas. L' ENVOI. Sire! if political critics upbraid As if we forsooth had not paid our fees To share in the Empire Your Fathers swayed, Point to the world you rule over the seas. i il I i 1 P P I il i n i i f Ii I il a if i m i I II l! i i i If # I THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DEC. aa, 1906 The Letter. By Felix D'Arblay. (Written for The Week.) A powerful love story, with strong human interest, and a dramatic and altogether unexpected conclusion. The scene is laid in London and the development of the plot introduces the reader to a phase of life and thought which is one of the most striking features of modern society. The solution of a difficult problem is found without resort to that morbidity which is the refuge of degenerates. This story introduces a new writer to the readers of "The Week," whose optimistic note will find an echo in many a heart. It was Christmas Eve. A day of bright sunshine with a frosty nip in the air and just a tang upon the cheek; a day which is the most grateful to Londoners in the month of December had mellowed into a still, starry night.. The morrow bid fair to be a typical Christmas Day, and even in the last hours of eve the seething multitudes flowing through the streets of the mysterious city were making their final preparations for celebrating the greatest event of the year. An angel of love and an angel of pity looked down on the six million people who inhabited tlie world's emporium. The mission of the one to fill with joy and happiness the hearts of those who tomorrow would rejoice in devotion or festivities as. inclination or opportunity might dispose. The mission of the other to administer the healing touch to hearts bowed with sorrow, crushed beneath the burden of that complex life, which was never so great a mystery as now, when the crying of the children, the wailing of the parent and the sighing of the homeless wanderer accentuate the luxury and material prosperity of the twentieth century. Big Ben had just struck eleven and aroused from his reverie a man who is sitting in a deep cushioned chnir, before a fire, in one of the most luxurious and well-appointed dens to be found in all Kensington. The man is approaching middle age, and as he rises and begins to pace the room, with head slightly bowed, and hands folded behind his back, one sees that he is not an ordinary man. He bears the stamp of birth and breeding, liis face is refined and strong, his blue-gray eyes reveal depths of feeling which are not reflected by his features, his lightish brown hair is fast turning gray, he is a man of strong build, with masterfulness and determination written in every movement and gesture, and yet with a suggestion which tells of fierce struggle if not of complete victory. The den is furnished as might be expected for a man of such marked individuality; books, especially of romance and poetry, by the best writers of the Old World; a few pictures, all carefully selected, and most of them the pick of the Academy; Japanese vases, Chinese carved ivory ornaments; half a dozen heads of big game; thick Persian rugs; heavy Damascus hangings; a big high backed settee, three or four easy chairs and provisions for smokes and refreshment constituted the equipment of a room which had a touch of the Bohemian and a suspicion of the Sybarite. After pacing the room for fully ten minutes the man walked to the fire-place and gazed steadily at an overhanging portrait, lt was the picture of a woman in the prime of life, anywhere between thirty and thirty- live. The artist had realized the importance of his subject and the product was a real work of art. The woman was surpassingly beautiful; upon her small, well-shaped head were coiled masses of dark brown hair; her hazel eyes palpitated with feeling; she had the colouring and contour of a Southerner combined wilh the intellectual nobility and dignity of a Northerner. The expression was one of extreme gentleness and kindliness, whilst thc superb neck and shoulders and the whole pose denoted physical perfection and vigorous health. She bore herself like a queen, and it was hard to tell whether one was more impressed by her look of sympathy or her perfection of form and figure. She was a woman whom any man might bc proud to know, but of so rare a ty|>e that few could expect to know well. It was interesting to notice thc play of the man's features as he looked at the picture. Their first expression was one of profound attention with features relaxed slightly, and a look half of admiration and half of pride mounted on his face, as who should say, "there is none like you and I know it." And then the half smile vanished, eclipsed by a note of ineffable sadness, strange to see upon so Strang a face. For a moment he rested his hands on the mantel, lowered his face and looked down into the fire; then lifting his eyes to the picture again, it could be seen that they were moist, and in them it was easy to read the story of a lost love. Pulling himself together he walked to a desk, and unlocking one of the drawers lifted out an envelope; it was faded and ragged, as was the letter it contained. Seating himself once more in front of the fire he opened the letter and read it carefully. As he read the expression of his face underwent many a change, and a skilled physiognomist might almost have deduced the contents of the letter from its mobile play. At first it was sad and hard, though never harsh; then the lips parted slightly, the delicate nostrils expanded, the breathing was quicker and more laboured. That passed, the muscles of the face relaxed, the eyes became humid,-the mouth almost tremulous, and finally the letter fell from his fingers and he clasped his hands whilst gazing abstractedly into the fire. Thus he sat for many minutes, and during these minutes he recalled an incident which had occurred in that room just fifteen years ago, an incident which had shaken the very foundation of his being, broken up the waters of the mighty deep in his soul, and precipitated once of the fiercest struggles in which a masterful and determined man could engage. The battle had been with himself, and he had won. His presence here tonight, and the delicate limning of the picture of his life in his very expression, as he studied first the portrait and then the letter was the best evidence that he had won. Fifteen years ago—then he was thirty-five, one of the most brilliant pleaders in the Oxford circuit, a darling of society, a member of the best London clubs, au acknowledged authority on literature and art, a thorough sportsmen, a clean-living honourable man,—a bachelor. The latter occasioned the greatest surprise of all to his friends, for no mau was more popular. His genial manner, high spirits and optimistic outlook on human life made him a general favourite. He was one of those men who believed that life was worth living. Its problems might perplex, but they never depressed him. He could pluck roses at the top of the highest and most difficult mountains, and see stars shining from the depths of the deepest valley. His outlook on life and the world was eminently sane and philosophical. For the imperfections and failings of society he had a charitable tolerance. Upon its gross derelictions he passed no judgment. He hewed his own path and followed it, not holding himself accountable to his fellolws but to his own conscience. He had mounted many rungs in the ladder of fame. Parliamentary honours had been thrust upon him, and at this time nothing which was possible to brilliancy of intellect and strength of character was denied to his career. But though the gods had knocked at his door, one little god had passed him by. Cupid's dart had never pierced thc citadel of his heart; that saving grace which would have rounded out his life had been withheld. Match-making dowagers and designing duchesses had given him up as a bad job; his very good nature and nonchalance had disarmed them, and they felt that his indeed was a hopeless case, for they had exhausted all their artifices without making the slightest impression. He was wedded to his art and to his hobbies; he declared that this satisfied his every requirement and that the last thing he should do would be to marry. Then it was that the strong man armed was overcome, for what skilful design failed to effect, one glance into the depths of hazel eyes had wrought in nn instant. It was at Lady Delamere's reception that Gerald Paget met Lady Scott. The picture hanging over his fire-place tells the story of her matchless beauty and attractiveness. It was a case of love at first sight. They were perfect strangers when they entered the room. Of course she had heard of him, as who had not, but no woman ever yet loved a man for his brilliant achievements, hardly for his no bility of character; and that was all that she could have known; and if any philosopher has been born who can tell why two people meeting for the first time should experience a magnetic thrill, and a consciousness that there is an invisible but unbreakable link welded by that first look, I have yet to meet him. It is one of the facts which cannot be explained and yet which cannot be controverted. It is denied by the many because naturally only the few have experienced it, but they are sufficient to maintain faith in what is sometimes declared to be a polite fiction. Whatever they may have experienced or thought in the first moment of introduction they knew when they parted that night that for them there could be no peace in the world, apart, for their hands had touched and fire had leaped through their veins, lt was a sentient touch that carried conviction, and i.rom that moment there was never any question of their love. They knew it, they toon it for granted and thence-forward, as long as their intimacy lasted, they adjusted every movement with reference to its controlling power. Lady Scott in addition to her exquisite personal, charms was a woman of high intellectual ability who had made her mark in her own circle and who wielded an influence that was wholly ennobling. ' Her husband was a man considerably older than nerself, of aristocratic birth, of simple habits and with the tastes and occupations of a country gentleman. Stock-breeding and hunting occupied all his time except when he sat as a magistrate and dispensed justices' justice through the country side. He was kind-hearted but narrow-minded, and his mental attainments were rather below than above the average. His knowledge of literaftire, at any rate since his school days, was confined to what he gleaned from the Field, the Pink'Un and the daily papers, and upon his wife's intellectual pursuits he looked with a tolerant but slightly bored air. She had married him the first year after she came out, when she was barely twenty, when she had seen little of the world and was possessed of the idea, impressed on the mlinds of young ladies by the principals of high-class finishing schools, that the whole object of life should be to marry as soon as possible. At twenty it looked an attractive prospect to marry Lord Scott, a member for his county, a magistrate and a M. F. H. With her, as with many girls of that age, the attentions of a man ten or fifteen years older than herself possessed a weight which became almost an authority, and was the determining factor in her acceptance. In a very short time came the usual awakening and disillusionment, followed by a period of reckless, though harmless, gaiety, into which she plunged with feverish abandon, eagerly accepting every pleasure that society offered without fully realising that this was the safety valve for her disappointment. During the years that followed she was courted on every side. Her beauty, her youth, her personal charm and temperament all conspired to arouse the passions of men; and although there were times when the tongue of gossip wagged rather freely, it soon began to be realised' that she had herself well in hand, and that if Hire were any madness in her procedure, there was also method in it. She played the game of give and take with admirable skill, but always taking more than she gave. She used to say that the only really exciting game was the game of hearts, with all the cards on the table; and that the man who could not take care of himself deserved to lose, even if it did hurt, for what was woman's wit given her for if not to pit itself against the wit of man. If the poor creature would deceive himself, why should he be pitied? Surely the sex which was never tired of declaiming against the inferiority of woman had surrendered the right to cry out when hurt. There was a time when she had several of these games going on at once, and yet they were none of her choosing, nor was she heartless, but if the butterfly would break itself upon thc wheel, what was she to do? She never consciously lured a man on, but she could hardly warn him of his danger before he showed his hand. Then a great change came over her, and when people referred to it in latter years they would say that ever since her boy was born she had been a different woman; and when asked in what respect they said she tabooed society, stopped flirting, drew into her shell and devoted herself to her baby. Then it was understood that it was the maternal instinct that had imparted that tender, brooding expression to the lovely face and the limpid eyes; and when a second and then a third child came it looked as if she was anchored down for life. No mother could have been more devoted; she sacrificed everything for her children, their well-being was her only care; if she had been a butterfly of j fashion she was now a model matron with all the responsibilities of motherhood resting : sweetly and lightly upon her. This continued for ten years, by which time her children were at school and she had en-, gaged once more in the activities of social life, but her energy found a different outlet this time: It was not social court which claimed her, but social interest. With voice and pen she strove to express her ideals, to live her life. And there was yet one thing lacking; she felt it although she never dared to admit it 1 even to herself. Around her were other brilliant women who felt the same need aud hesi- '1 tated not to admit it or to seek solace. It had become fashionable at this time to think very charitably of ill-mated couples who decorously sought elsewhere the sympathy denied them at home, that is as long as it was decorous; it must not leak out beyond the confines of a select circle. Each coterie had its round of country-houses which could reveal many a secret, but which in the common interest revealed none. But Lady Scott was not a woman of that type. She was saved fromj folly by her own nature; it was neither her training nor her church, it was her own innate purity and rectitude. It was not even the inevitable conclusion in her own mind that a false step might spell ruin. It was not the restraint imposed by the fear of desecrating her own ideals or violating her own standards. On all these points her judgment raug sound and true, but it carried not ihe weight of her own . personality, of a nature which knew no evil and refused to know, because it revolted from impurity. And so she closed eyes and ears to every appeal; some of them suppressed, some of them pitiful and some of them ending in perpetual banishment, until at Lady Delamere's she met Gerald Paget. I have promised myself that some day I will write the history of the next month, and it was only a month. And yet when two people live under the dynamic pressure of that month to tell its story would demand the chronicle of years. They lived months in a day, meetitig at the houses of friends, at the rendezvous of litterateurs and artists, sometimes at the theatre and sometimes in the park, but always meeting. There was no reckless riot in their intimacy, it was just the irresistible drawing together of two human hearts that needed each other , and had found their counterpart. Nor was their converse that of passionate lovers, but rather of kindred spirits who did not for a moment attempt to disguise the fact that they loved; but the language was of the eyes and rarely of the lips. Yet as the month wore, on the ache of absence, even for a few hours, became intolerable, the desire of a strong and masterful man in the full maturity of In*-, physical nnd intellectual powers, for the mate who suited his every mood and satisfied his every requirement became insatiable if not uncontrollable, and there was about her yielding a sweet pitifulness as if she now , began to realise the inevitable end. The third week of the month was spent in a silent but Titanic struggle, not a word was spoken on the subject, but both knew that a crisis was approaching. Too often had one piercingly looked into the depths of the other's troubled eyes for either to remain ignorant of the truth. Heart was now crying for heart; the cry would' not be hushed; the pain of stilling it was unbearable, and on the last day of the month, which seemed to cover years of living and experience, the barrier had been broken down, and without the slightest hesitation, and as naturally as she would , have acquiesced in the request for a rendezvous in the park, she had assented to his suggestion that they should meet that night in his rooms. The Rubicon was crossed and they THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DEC. 22, 1906 parted with lighter hearts than they had known for many days. And it was this self-same room of which I have already told. He had made every preparation; had dismissed nis man; had drawn the curtains; built up a ruddy fire, and turned down the lamp. Now he waited with door ajar and with palpitating heart to hear her footsteps in the corridor. The clock ticked monotonously on the mantelpiece. One after another he had flung half-smoked cigars into the fire; time and again he had moved about the room; his eyes danced with excitement, his hands were cold and his breathing irregular. Now the thought of her nearness produced a sense which almost choked him, his eyes dimmed and there was just the faintest suspicion of giddiness, and still the clock ticked on. Suspense became intolerable, and then he heard the footstep and rushing to Ihe door came face to face with a messenger who handed him a letter. It did not at first occur to him that it could be from her. He had never entertained the slightest doubt that she would come. There could be no question of her love and her surrender. So perfect had been their accord that to doubt her, or to doubt that she would fulfil her promise was sacrilege. So when the possibility first dawned upon him that it might be from her a chill struck his heart, and for a moment it stopped beating. She was ill, or had perhaps met with an accident. Then he opened it and after the first few words sank into a chair and buried his face in his hands. He had seen enough to realise that it meant rennuciation. When he had the strength he swallowed a feeling of choke in his throat, and read the letter by the glimmer of the fire-light, and thus it ran: Dear:—I know just how you will feel when you receive this, and I would willingly die rather than send it you. I think you know this or I would not send it, but, Gerald, I can't do it, and you know that also if you would only think. It Isn't that I am a. coward. I love you, and never so dearly as now: I could almost say that we have a right to our love and to each other, and if that right be measured by our needs I am sure we have. But it is forced upon me that in our plans we have thought only of ourselves and our own needs and our own pleasure. We have forgotten that there are others, and if some of them have no claims upon us but those imposed by human laws, there are those with claims neither you nor I can overlook. We have very nearly sacrificed these to our love; we have come very near to being selfish. We forgot for the moment, but have remembered before it is too late. I have always been so proud of you; I have always admired your strength. How often have you quoted to me those lines of Henley, "I am the master of my soul. I am the captain of my fate." Gerald, dear, you must not fall below that standard, and I must not help you to destroy your ideals. Dear, you know that this moans good-bye. For us there Is only one way of safety. Henceforth our lives must lie apart. It is so sad even to think It, and yet it must be so. But it Is so sad to write it that my tears are trying to blot it out now that it is written, but as you love me, I will not say if you love me, let this be our good-bve—goodbye. LILIAN. As he finished reading the letter the first boom of the midnight bell fell upon his ear, and then from all the steeples clashed the merry peals of Christmas bells, and ere long the strains of music floated through the streets, borne to the window of the den, and as he sat looking and looking and looking into the embers his mind ran over the years of his life and the short month of his love, and he began to grapple with the problem that seemed too big for him or for any man. But the Christmas spirit was in the air, and its benediction reached his troubled heart, and in the gray ashes of the fire he buried the emblem of his love. Yes, she was right. He knew it, there was never a time when he could have thought otherwise, yet the bitterness of it all and the cruelty of fate, and the inexorableness of destiny! If he had only met her before. If, Oh, if a thousand things had happened, but they had not, and here the masterful, the determined, the strong-hearted bowed to the destiny he could not avert without making a greater sacrifice than he had any right to make or to demand. All this was fifteen years ago, and every Christmas Eve since then has been spent in the den, and his celebration hns been the reading of the letter, now faded, but ever fresh and inspiriting to him, and although fate has robbed him of the companionship of his dear love, nothing can rob him of the memory of her tenderness and charm, and nothing can weaken her influence over his life and conduct. His whole career is devotion to an ideal, an ideal whicli was never shattered, and which as the years pass loses none of its fragrance and none of its potency. Lest We Forget. "Far and far our graves are set round the Seven Seas." Where sailors sleep in far Esquimalt. By Agnes Deans Cameron, Vice-President Canadian Women's Press Club. (Written for The Week.) Miss Cameron's sketch is a beautiful prose idyll, breathing the true sentiment of poetry and paying a tender tribute to the God's Acre at Esquimalt, where many British sailors sleep. It is fitting that at Christmas time these brave sons of the Empire should be remembered, and Miss Cameron has laid a fragrant bouquet upon their graves. Lichen-grown and darkened by clumps of blue-green pines, behind the curved line of Esquimalt Harbor rises a ridge of massive rocks. You must follow the old Admiral's Road to reach this sea-swept "Acre of God" where sleep the true and brave. To the landward side of a long hill it lies, a hill blue when I last saw it with wild forget-me-nots and starred with Vancouver Island lilies, our English cousins call them the dog's tooth violets. Few wanderers find out this little grave-yard looking out on the seaward side to where "the dawn comes up like thunder out 0' China crost the Bay," and guarded by its tiny chapel. It is England's last Vedette. Over it all broods the bright stillness of a summer-time Sunday. Off to the hither side children are calling out to one another as they gather big bunches of lilies and May-leaves, the tinkle of a cow-bell comes up from the meadow-land, and the humming of the bees in the clover-blooms are not noises but rather running commentary to the June-day silence. The sharp staccato barking of a squirrel, the pheasant's call in the long grass, the rustling of the dead pine-needles, these are no intrusion. The organ chant of the pine-boughs is a drowsy note, and the sea sing's requiem. The grave-yard is literally "God's Acre." One surveyed acre in colonist days was duly measured and set apart for the sailors' resting-place. An iron railing hedges it in and a neat garden-bed lines the outer boundary. Everything is trim and ship-shape. Round the little chapel bloom English flowers, cowslips, love-lies-bleeding, wall-flowers and the rare primrose. The walls are edged with shells, as befits this last resting-place on the seaside of an Empire's Outpost. The chapel is like a pictured church lifted out of an English village and deposited here in far Vancouver Island with its old world walls of red and its glittering white-washed spire. Within this miniature House of God the only furniture is the altar, a long bench on either side of the length of the building, and before the altar two wooden trestles on which to rest a sailor's coffln. Looking from the doorway into this quiet, cool chamber while the twitter of field-fare stops as we do at the portal, a sad thought flashes upon us. This is not the little village church we thought it, the prototype of a thousand others that dot the leas of the pleasant land of England. No infants are held up for baptism within these walls, no merry groups gather to celebrate a village wedding. This little room where the Douglas firs throw their shadows over our shoulders on to the whitened floor is sacred to one rite only, the sad rite of burial. It has seen only groups of silent bluejackets, bareheaded, listening to the solemn Words that tell of Death and Resurrection and Life Everlasting, while between them and the white-surpliced clergyman lies the still body of a messmate called home. To one of the mourners he was dearer than all the warm-hearted, roughly-sympathetic comrades that remain: "There was no one like 'im, Marine or Line, Nor any of the Guns I knew. An' because it was so, why o' course 'E went and died, Which Is just wot the best men do!" Out into the open we pass, and subdued and silent look at the long rows of grass-covered graves. Is it fanciful to see in these the crested billows of the sunny Pacific rolling landward and losing themselves in soft lappings on the sand? The first fact to impress us is that almost all who sleep here among the buttercups are young men. The second thought is that friends rather than relatives laid them to rest and carved on rude head-board memorial text and halting verse. The words repeat them selves, "by his shipmates, "by the officers and crew as a mark of respect," "as a token of the esteem of his comrades," "by his sorrowing messmates." Some lie forgotten with only a letter or number to mark their resting- places, and even these distinguishing marks wind and weather have in some cases obliterated. But Nature is a kindly Nurse—these nameless graves are the most beautiful of all, moss and soft-coloured lichens, and fronds of fern tenderly leave their touch on these. Under the bracken and daisies of this far-off English island sleep lads from dales of Derby and Devon and the high white cliffs of Cornwall, boys who a few short months before climbed Arthur's Seat, and cousins whose lips dropped soft farewell words to Ireland when they took ship and services with the good Queen. In this little church-yard are frail memorials to those who sleep otherwhere, some in South America, some in New Zealand and the far-off isles of the sea, and some the sea holds. One reiterated remark of this early Governor might well be taken to heart by his later-day successors. On finding that public opinion was against him he withdrew his opposition in a statesmanlike speech with the peroration that "the Governor, as Governor, should hold no political opinions." The inscription on the monument states that "Sir Frederick Seymour, Governor and Commander-in-Chief of British Columbia, died at sea, on board H. M. S. Sparrowhawk, while in the discharge of an important official duty, July 10, 1869." Off in a corner is an unusual name contrasting sharply with those of the able seamen around it, "Here lies the Honourable Horace Douglas Lascelles, seventh son of Henry, third Earl of Harewood, aged 36 years.'' We wonder was he one of Kipling's Lost Legion of Gentlemen Adventurers, the Broken Brigade "whose pride it is to know no spur of pride." Was he an honoured commander, beloved by his men and eulogised in a village memorial service at home when the news eame of his death, or was he of those who sing: "And the curse of Reuben holds us, till an alien turf enfolds us, We die, and none can tell them where we die"? Here also, far from Yokohama and the silver cone of Fusi Yama sleeps a little Japanese midshipmite, dying on board one of those Oriental vessels so closely modelled after British men-of-war, and here with true groth- erly kindliness accorded a corner of rest by the side of his less swarthy brothers of the sea. Next to this grave we read in terse simplicity, "Erected by a friend who knew him long and valued him much," a tribute to one George K. Macaulay, a young Scots engineer of H. M. S. Brisk. No old man lies in this God's Acre. This fact impresses itself again and again. With the exception of two or three infant children and two women, all who sleep here are young men, the sons of some stricken mother, the flower of Britain's "wooden walls" of defence. The verse is rude and halting, but it impresses one more than rounded periods would do here. We think of the messmate with infinite labour and tender thought weaving the limping lines: "Cut down like grass just in my bloom, My morning sun went down at noon. Weep not, dear friends, but joyful be, I hope that Christ has set me free." And again: "Just as a bud cut from a tree, So death has parted you and me. Where 1 am gone you soon shall be, Therefore prepare to follow ma." who planned the allotments had the family thought in view. Shipmates sleep in company with shipmates. Near the far fence in a clump of Scottish broom lies a cluster of graves—all "zealous" men these; the men of the Warspite are nearer the gate. An historic name stands out from the centre of the little grave-yard. A monument is erected here to Sir Frederick Seymour, a Governor of the Crown Colony time, and a noted figure in his day. Sir Frederick was an ardent objector to British Columbia's entry into the Canadian Confederacy, opposing Amor de Cosmos on this issue. The thought that lingers is not a sad one, everything here breathes perpetual benediction. Softly closing the little gate behind us, wc feel better and truer and more kindly for our half hour spent where sleep the dead. We, too, must soon wrap the drapery of our couch around us and lie down to pleasant dreams. If there is a kind thing to do, a generous thought to think, a brave smile to face a friend with, let us pass these on now, before we, too, must cross the Great Divide. And as for our fellow-Britons who sleep in the Sailors' Grave-yard, ye have fought the good fight, you gave up life with an air debonair, ready for the "next adventure brave and new." God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. EM VlXONltEHT. By J. Forsyth Smith. The icy blast that leaves the frozen pole 'Neath southern skies becomes a balmy breeze. The sturdy plant that decks the craggy knoll In shelt'ring vales and 'neath protecting trees Becomes a puny weakling, fair and sweet. 'Tis thus the moulding touch of circumstance And every subtle influence we meet Doth form our lives by good or evil chance. THB QTLLh ©F THE BCJNeH'GRASS HILLS By Freeman Harding. (Written for The Week.) "The Call of the Bunchgrass Hills" is a fine romance of the dry-belt told by the editor of the Kamloops Standard. It paints with equal skill and poetic fancy the fascinating beauty of the range country and the tender romance of a true love story. "Of the ealls that a. man must list to, Whether or not he wills, There is none that goes to the heart that kin, ,vs Like the call of the bunchgrass hills." Hiyah! hi! hi! hiyah! A pinto cayuse broke suddenly out of a rolling cloud of alkali-laden dust on the heels of a white- faeed four-year-old whieh shot from the bunch at the bend of the ereek. A short, sharp turn, a jingle of spur and a rattle of bridle chain and the refractory was turned. He buried himself in the heaving chaos from whence he came, while the painted pony jogged back to his place in the cloudy column. Hiyah ! hi! hi! hiyah! The driven herd broke into a clumsy run. The thunder of eight hundred cloven hoofs, the quick tattoo of a score of steel-shod shoes, au occasional protesting bellow from some protesting bullock, the shrill, oft-recurring liiyahs and the vicious popping of the stock whips told the story of that mass of acrid dust. Hiyah! hi! hiyah! The ponies spurred in closer, the stock whips cracked a feu de joie, and with a last wild rush the dusty, thirsty, hungry herd swept jostling, rattling and bellowing into the big corral. A heavy gate banged against the last pair of clumsy heels, the penetrating alkali dust settled quickly in the still evening air and four tired men flung themselves from the saddle to stretch the stiffness from leather-clad legs, while as many reeking cayuses shook themselves till their trappings rattled like castanets. Renton, the owner of tiie outfit, sat with one leg over the horn of his saddle watching the cattle settle clown after their long hot drive, and not until he had satisfied himself that none of the herd was overly distressed did hc think of dropping from his horse, then his first thought was of water for the dust-choked beasts. A nearby irrigation ditch which ran along the slope just above the corral was booming full, and it was only a minute's work to turn the stream into the dripping troughs. The nearest eattle soon drank nostrils deep, little caring that the cool clear stream was uhnost as alkaline ns the dust that had tormented them on the drive. It was cool and wet and satisfying, so they drank, fell bnek for others to drink, and then drank again before they began on the sweet-smelling hay which had come down from the ranch house above almost as soon as thc herd had been corralled. The cattle watered and fed, Renton refused for himself the hospitality of the ranch house which he accepted for his men, and with one last look over the now quietly feeding animals and a last word of instruction to his cowboys, swung himself into the saddle for the last five miles of the ride which would bring him into Kamloops. He expected the drive to reach the shipping yards soon after dawn, so he was anxious to see that cars were ready and also to look up a couple of men to take charge of the shipment during the two hundred and fifty mile trip to Van- THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DEC. aa, 1906 couver. The dusty, saddle-wearied cattleman had, moreover, sensuous visions of tub and razor and a change, a good dinner and an evening with friends at the club, of—well, of many things not usually obtainable on a cattle ranch sixty miles from the railway. With the thought of these things in his mind and the knowledge of the goodly addition to his bank account which the two hundred head of range-fed beef would bring, Renton felt somewhat elated, too much so to suit bis old cattle horse, which struck a leisurely gait as he left the corral and laid back his ears as the long rowelled spurs struck his ribs with an unwonted jab. The amiable lope lengthened into the long, easy gallop of the hill-bred cayuse, and for a mile or two Renton swung on, loose-reined and heedless. Between tufts of stunted sage-brush, lying ghostly gray in the gathering dusk, past clumps of red- stemmed firs looming black against the darkening eastern sky, through quakenasp dingles whispering weird evesong in the mellow light of the west, he sped. A covey of prairie chicken, disturbed at a belated repast, flew with a whir and a cluck from a bunch of wild rose scrub, while a gray coyote slunk on noiseless pads to the crest of the nearest hill, from whence he yelped complaining defiance to the clattering rider who had spoiled his careful stalk. Unchecked the old horse galloped on, down into a little canon where the noise of his pounding hoofs echoed sharply from wall to wall, out agaiu to the open range, snorting as he stampeded a band of horses grazing near the canon mouth and sharply shying as a great horned owl swept ou silent wings within an arm's length of his head. The last mile of open ground was quickly covered. Renton pulled up his cayuse at the very edge of the valley, where he sat motionless drinking in the beauty of the scene. Behind him, to the south, daylight had faded into dusk. The setting sun was long since hidden by the hills, but the valley Hlow and all the slopes on the northern side were still bathed in mellow light. Just across the river Mount St. Paul stood, illumined in liquid amethyst against a sapphire sky. Garde Lafferty's rolling plateau lay flooded in soft light, a study in chromes, and browns, and reds, which no mortal palette could ever hope to hold. The fringe of fir-clad hills stretching on either side of the north branch of the river faded imperceptibly into the dark blue distance, while away beyond towered mountains whose everlasting snows reflected for the moment the warm tints of the western sky. To the east towered grim battlements of rock over which the trailing robes of night had already swept; to the west, over the placid waters of Kamloops Lake, the daylight lingered still. It was a wonderful picture which lay spread before the eyes of the motionless horseman. There was distance without the benumbing influence of a prairie view, grandeur without the overpowering majesty of the great mountain ranges. It was a panorama of mountains and valleys, of wooded hills and wind-swept bunchgrass range, of streams and lakes and mighty rivers such as could be seen in no other part of the world, and over it all brooded a mystery which gathered Renton's very soul into its weird embrace. It had only been one of a thousand such sunsets, only one of the many colour schemes whicli Nature paints for mortals. Yet Renton saw it all with new eyes. The iron brand of the country that night burned deep into his heart and the bunchgrass hills would forever claim him as their own. Early next morning the band of cattle came in to the shipping yards and before the sun was half way to the meridian the work of loading them was ended. Before noon, well groomed, cool and fresh once more, Renton was at the bank transferring to his own account a draft upon the coast buyer who had purchased the cattle. There was great satisfaction in this for him, for the reason that it was his first financial return from his five years' ranching experience in British Columbia. A younger son, unfitted by nature for the riches which are left for younger sons at homo to fill, he had drifted out to Western Canada and on the plains of Alberta first felt the fascination of a stockman's life. The country had not appealed to him, however, and he wandered farther west. Over the divide of the Rockies, through the awesome defiles of the Selkirks, Fate guided him into the dry-belt of British Columbia, and there he heard the first enticing whisper of the bunchgrass hills. He went no farther, but fell at once beneath the spell. His modest patrimony procured him the ranch in the southern part of the ranges, where his home now stood, and with the ranch a tidy bunch of breeding stock, some horses and other equipment. Renton's experience in the Northwest stood him in good stead and the life suited him so he settled easily into his new career. To-day he was reaping the reward of success in disposing of bis first available round-up of beef at a good price. As he stopped at the customers' desk he was surprised to see the manager beckon him into his office, but thought nothing of it until told that a cable had been received for him, addressed in care of the bank, and which would have been sent out by messenger had he not come in that day. When he came out of the little room a minute or two later a gray pallor overshadowed the bronzed face, and his erstwhile buoyant footsteps uncertainly sought the outer door. Out in the street the crisp morning air brought him suddenly to, and he looked again at the crumpled sheet of yellow paper which he held in his hand. Straightening it out he read again: "Brother and both boys drowned. Come at once if possible. Hastings." Hastings, the name was familial*. Yes, he knew it. Hastings had been his father's business man for years, and it must be . He only fully grasped the import of the fateful message now—it must be Bert and the kiddies. It benumbed him—that message scribbled in a hasty telegrapher's handwriting. The elder brother had been almost a father to Renton. Two others there had been, soldiers both, and he had heard of their deaths with nothing more than natural brotherly regret. This was different—this brother who had been like a father and the two nephews who had always looked upon him as an older brother. It was hard. Why should he go, even if possible? There was nobody there now to wait for him—nobody in the world. Why should he come at once? So deep his grief, so stunned was he that the thought had never entered his mind of the change that the message meant for him. At last the full significance of the cablegram burst upon him like a thunderclap, and his spirit rebelled against the future which accident had forced upon him. A fortnight later Renton slept in the home of his fathers. Although thoroughly wearied after his unbroken journey he rested little, and when the first gray feather of dawn streaked the east, before even the servants were astir, he wandered out into the cool liquid air of the morning. Through the park and down to the beach his footsteps led by once familiar paths, and there seated on a giant boulder overlooking the gray expanse of the Irish Sea he awaited the sun rise. In the distance dim headlands loomed through the morning mists. The light grew clearer, a soft white light which touched with diaph- onous shadows the pearl-lined sea, while far out a narrow line of foam marked the limits of the sand. Here on the Lancashire coast he had spent his boyhood days, and the sea in all its moods was dear to him, but this morning its loneliness and resistlessness tortured him to the quick. The gloom of the lately stricken home seemed to overshadow the beauties of the dawn. Still he stayed on his boulder seat— stayed until the cloud on the horizon broke into many clouds and rifts of blue, spread as the gold light spread till all the east was bright. Renton Hall stood well up on a wooded promontory jutting into the Irish Sea. Its gray walls had for years withstood the stress of time and tempest and none but a Renton had it owned as master since its first course was laid. Every gable and every wall of the Hall, every path and tree in the grand old park, every grey rock and every wooded dell spoke to the returned wanderer with voices from the past, and now that on him had fallen the mantle of the master they spoke, too, in whispers of the future, and of responsibilities which would shackle his wandering feat. It was a splendid heritage, but he was loathe to assume the burden of its administration. All day, and for days until the days lengthened into weeks, he wandered about the old home and each day the spirit of rebellion grew stronger. He was almost alone, for the few friends of his youth were wanderers like himself and were scattered all over the Empire. Most of them were members of "the legion which never was listed" up and doing, while he, as he told himself, was tied down to his place as master of Renton and landlord to a long list of tenants. The weeks grew into months and Renton became more irritable and morose. He tried to escape from himself but found it impossible, and after vainly combatting his longing for the West and its free, full-blooded existence, he gave it up. When Hastings was sent for and told that everything was to be put in his charge and he was requested to find a good tenant for the hall the old lawyer was thunderstruck. He brought all his arguments to bear to dissuade Renton from leaving the home of his father in the careless hands of strangers, but the younger man was determined. That very day everything was arranged and his face was turned toward the West. The bunchgrass hills had called him. Back sped Renton to the West—back across the fertile prairie and the rolling plains— back across the snow-capped divide and through the grim defile as fast as steam could take him. Early one December morning he stepped from his train into the cool, crisp air of a winter dawn in the dry belt. He was free now from the shackles of undesired responsibilities, free to return to the ranch, to the life which seemed to him the only life, to his work on the ranges. A few hours more would see him on his way, and although the road was long he revelled in the thought of the glorious gallop he would have over the hardened, dustless ground as soon as business would allow him to be gone. What he had to do was done with a lighter heart than he had laboured with since that day some months before when he had gone into the bank with the proceeds of his first cattle sale, but he could not hurry as he would finish up before the evening fell. He decided to make an tearly start the next morning and ride straight through to the ranch. Long before the darkness gave the slightest hint of dissipation he was astir. A grumbling hostler had fed and saddled his horse for him and he swung off up the hill, away from the twinkling street lights, up from the sleeping town. On the crest of the hill he stopped, and, from the very spot where he, months before, had watched the setting of a summer sun, he saw the black of a star- pierced winter sky receive the purple warning of the dawn, saw the purple fade to gray and the dark line of the eastern hills grow radiant in the roseate light which heralded the sun. There he and his horse stood motionless, silhouetted against the vaporous mists of dawn, until upon the horizon, where cloud mingled with peak, there broke a ring of red gold light. Not till then did he turn and ride toward the south. His horse soon straightened out with the long smooth lope which covers ground without effort. The sharp shod hoofs rang in rythm on the frosted ground, while the rider settled into the easy, peaceful seat of the range rider who knows that he has a long road before him. The clumps of anumic sage brush swept by in gray array, and the combre firs loomed dark against the mists of dawn. The quaken-asps, stripped of their shivering leaves, waved spectral arms in the crisp breeze blowing from the snow'topped hills. Ren- ton's nostrils quivered as he breathed deep draughts of the cool, crisp, frosty air with its elusive perfume of sage and balsam and bunch-grass. The horse had caught the spirit of the morning and galloped untiringly along the frozen road which wound like a gray ribbon over the brown range, dipping ever and again into a gloomy draw, then coiling around the foot of a sun-kissed hill, or sweeping the edge of a jewel-like lake. Ranch houses nestled in sheltered groves here and there along its course, but he stopped at none of them. He only counted the miles that he had put behind him and those which lay between him and his own home. On through the morning he rode by lake, through canyons, past ranches, until the noonday called a halt. A short rest, a hasty meal, and he took up again the tale of miles. Sundown found him pulling up at the village, which then as now nestled at the foot of Nicola Lake. His stay here was as short as his noonday rest, but when he rode out into the darkness again he was not alone. Another horse galloped in company ] with the one whieh had carried him so well, that day, and another man swung in unison' with the hoof beats. Only a few miles farther wound the roadd and the two horsemen swept through the: darkness without drawing rein. The road i was familiar to both and neither seemed in-j dined for conversation, so the quick tattool of the steel-shod feet continued unchecked.] In an hour they pulled up at a gateway, and] Renton dismounted to open it. Another moment and he was on his own ground, only aJ mile from his own house, only a few minutea from His heart beat fast as he swungl to the saddle again, but he gave no sign as hej drew up beside his companion. In ten minf utes they were at the house, and while Renton again dismounted, his companion kept! to the saddle. Bright lights shone from thtT windows, and as the returned cattleman! reached the door it was flung open. A slen-l der, graceful girl appeared for an instant! framled in the yellow light, then flung herselfJ into Renton's outstretched arms, whispering! with tremulous lips, "You heard me, heard me] dearest, heard my call." "Yes," answeredJ Renton, "yes, your call and the call of thej bunch-grass hills." Out in the still winter night, under the star- sprinkled sky, with "the voice that breathed] o'er Eden," whispering through the firs about 1 them, the companion who had ridden with j Renton over the last few miles of his daylong journey, righted what he believed to be | a wrong. He had vowed that he would never pass the door of the ranch house until the' work was done, and he kept his vow. Ren-1 ton and the graceful, loving woman who had, come to him as the bird seeks a mate, were wedded before an altar as high as the everlasting hills, as old as the story which made the first one sought. Then and not till then, ] did the party pass together into the house which had thus been blessed. With the sweet shynesr of her new dignity strong upon her the newly-made wife watched her husband sign the register which had been taken from the clergyman's saddlebags and wondered that the signature should only be a firm "Renton." She wondered still more as the clock-I struck twelve, and the parson who had by | then prepared for his ride home, stood with stirrup cap in hand and drank: "A happy Christmas to you, my lord, and to you, madam." Renton has long since returned to the home of his father, and the bunch-grass hills know him no more. He still wanders at times down to his favorite boulder on the sands and gazes out across the Irish Sea. Oft-times he sees not the pearl-hued water and the stretch of gray beach, but in its stead the brown expanse of range. The boom of the surf comes to his ears like the moan of the free mountain winds surging among the fir tops, above two white crosses, in ' a sheltered grove in the bunch-grass country. Although another countess has borne him sons who are old enough to feel the wanderlust, which is as much their heritage as are the gray walls of Renton Hall, at times across the tossing sea he hears the call of the bunchgrass hills. Tommy's Christmas Teapot. By Mary Langton. (Written for The Week.) This is an unconventional Christmas story which will charm all the children, the grownup ones as well as the little ones. It tells of I the adventures of a messenger boy, his love for his mother, and how his misfortunes led to the fulfilment of a happy dream. It is a tender, pathetic story, artistically told. The snow had been falling heavily all day, and it now lay thick everywhere. The wind was piercingly cold; occasionally great gusts swept up the streets, forming big drifts on either side, and making the traffic difficult. Such a blustering, cold Chirstmas Eve had not been known in New York for years. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon, and many of the stores were already brilliantly lighted, people hurried to and fro anxious to obtain shelter from the biting wind, and the incessant jingle of sleigh-bells filled the air. THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DEK. aa, 1906 The Messenger Service Office on Fifteenth Street was perhaps the busiest in the great city at that time. The counters were heaped with interesting looking parcels of all shapes and sizes; they seemed like a large consignment of pleasure done up in separate paper packages, to be distributed at random throughout the city. The boys were all very tired, especially little. Tommy Kerwin, who had been on the run since early morning, with only a few minutes' rest, for luncheon. As he sat waiting for his next "call" his hand stole under the bench and he carefully brought forth a large brown paper parcel. Tenderly he undid the wrappings, and his eyes sparkled as he gazed at a big nickel-plated teapot. "Isn't she a beauty?" he said to himself, opening .and shutting the lid for the tenth time. "I wonder what mother will say when she finds it is for her, and a Christmas present from me; it's worth saving all my spare nickels for, and I am so glad now I didn't take the car home nights when I was tired, 'cause if I did I wouldn't have had enough money to buy it." Tommy's eyes became very large and bright, and his heart beat fast with expectation and happiness. He had it all planned how he should hide his present in the woodshed until he was perfectly sure that his mother was asleep, then he would steal out in the dark, bring in the teapot and put it on the shelf where the old one stood, and she would find . it next morning, when she went to make the tea. It would be a wonderfully happy Christmas for them both, for he had never given his . mother sueh a beautiful present before. Tommy was twelve years old, the only child of Mrs. Kerwin, who had married very young, not the man she loved, but the man whom her guardian had chosen for her. Five years later her husband died, leaving nothing for the support of his widow and child. The following years had been a hard struggle, but Mrs. Kerwin managed to earn enough for both by her needle and occasional employment at one of the large department stores in the city. Now that Tommy was earning five dollars a week, she was putting a little by, and soon she hoped to let him go to the public school. Tommy was very proud of his mother, she was not like the other boys' mothers in their street. In the first place, she always spoke softly, and she never wore her boots unbuttoned, and her clothes were neatly fastened, especially about the waist. This Tommy considered the most important item in all ladies' attire. Everyone said she was beautiful, but Tommy thought she was just like the angels he sometimes saw in the Christmas picture papers. He remembered once when he was very ill how he had called to her in the night, and when she came to his bedside he thought she really was an angel, in her long white robe aud golden hair, and he got the thought in his head somehow, that God had sent her to take him away. And he cried out, "Mother must come too, dear angel." Then she took him in her arms and said she was mother, and he went to sleep playing with her hair. "Here, number five!" Tommy roused him- sefl from his reverie, and hastily tucked his parcel under the bench. "Take this box to Miss Hemsworth, No. 590 Park Place. It's a long way, Tommy, and when you have delivered it, you'd better go home, as your shift is over at six o'clock." Tommy picked up the long thin box. "Flowers," he thought. "Roses, perhaps. Like to get mother some too. Well, I will some day when I'm a man." He must take the teapot with him on his errand, as he was not going back to the office again that night; aud off he started in the cold winter's dusk. When he arrived at 590 Park Place it was quite dark. The cook gave him hot coffee, and asked him in to the warm kitchen. He was very grateful for her kindness, for he felt almost frozen. Six o'clock struck in the hallway, Tommy was a very long way from home, so he bade the cook a cheery good-bye and determined to take a short cut through the park. The wind was now terribly cold, and the suow drifts in places were as high as Tommy himself. Still he kept bravely on, his eyes on a distant light that sparkled at the other side of tbe park, and his hands tightly clasping the teapot. There were many other lights around the park, but that particular one was at Tenth Street, four blocks from his home. Once the wind blew the snow in his face, so that it blinded him for a minute, and when lie opened his eyes he could not see the light. But he was sure it was there, right in front of him, he would see it again in a minute. How tired he was I if he could only rest; but he might fall asleep, and his mother would be anxiously awaiting him at home. It was now over half an hour since he left Park Place. The snow drifts seemed endless, he was no sooner out of one than into another. But he kept up his spirits thinking of his warm bed and his mother cooking his supper. He was not so cold now, the wind seemed almost to burn his face, and there was a strange numb sensation in his hands that caused his burden to slip many times from his grasp. He could not see the light, either —in fact there were no lights at all in sight now, but he tramped wearily onward. Strange fancies seemed to seize him; did he not hear someone singing, and surely there were lots of bright lights all about him? No, it was but the cold night wind singing through the trees, and the lights, he saw only when he shut his eyes tight to keep out the blinding snow. On he trudged, almost exhausted, but never giving up hope. Again he heard the singing, and he seemed to see white forms rising up out of the snow. They must be Christmas angels, he thought. He could not move, the numb sensation had got into his feet, and his legs utterly gave way. How he loved to watch those angels; but their hair was white, not gold like his mother's. After all, it was nice out there in the snow, with those beautiful white things blown about from one drift to another. **###*•*# "It's a small lad, sir, one of them messenger boys. 'Ere's 'is 'at. Number five on the outside and his name is Tommy Kerwin, 72 South Forty-second Street. What'11 wo do with him, sir?" "Bring him here, James, and I'll have a look at him." James lifted the small form of Tommy and placed him on the velvet cushions and fur robes of the coupe. "Poor little chap," said Jack Dyke, "he must have lost his way in the drifts. Luckily we took the short cut through the park." "Will you take him on to Miss Hems- worth's, sir?" "No, James, first to the nearest doctor, then find out South Forty-second Street and take him home.'' "But you'll be late for dinner, sir; it's seven o'clock now." "I'll send word that I am detained in town," remarked the young man. "We must look after the lad first." Helen Hemsworth paced restlessly up and down the library floor; 7:15, and no Jack. She wondered why he did not come. His note said he would be here at seven sharp. Could the snow storm have detained him? She had something particular to say to him this evening. For she had made up her mind to end their engagement. Helen did not love Jack. In fact she was rather surprised that she ever imagined she did. And sometimes, too, she doubted whether he really cared for her. He must know, too, that she was very much infatuated with the dashing Captain Barnes, and he—well—he certainly seemed to have a preference for her. Jack was much too sedate and retired, she thought. His wealth was nothing, compared with the brilliant social standing of Captain Barnes. The telephone bell rang. Jack could not possibly keep his angagement to-night. He would explain to-morrow. Helen gave a sigh of relief, and sat down to write a note to Captain Barnes. In a humble, cosy little kitchen in a three- room house at the end of South Forty-second Street Mrs. Kerwin was busily preparing Tommy's supper. Her eyes often sought the doorway, and her ears were ever listening for his manly little footsteps. Everything must be nice and hot, for Tommy would be cold, hungry and tired. She smiled, as she sang to herself, thinking of his bright little face, and all that he would have to tell her about his busy day. Seven o'clock struck, but she did not worry; of course he would be late to-night, so she busied herself with some sewing. A half hour went by, she stirred the fire and listened eagerly, but only the night wind wailing about the hourse greeted her ears. Eight o'clock, then there was tlie sound of sleigh bells gradually drawing nearer and nearer. What was a sleigh doing in their humble street? The bells ceased and the sleigh stopped at the door. Her heart stood still. What did it mean? Her instinct told her that something must have happened to Tomm)'. She heard a heavy tread outside, mechanically she opened the door, and then stood rigid with fright. " 'E's all right, mum, 'e came to at the doctor's. No, 'e ain't hurt, but he was well nigh frozen when we found him in the snow. The doctor fixed him up all right, and he'll come round as soon as the effects of the 'ot drink wears off." Then James laid Tommy on his bed, and proceeded to tell Mrs. Kerwin how he and his master had found him on the side of the Park road, almost buried in the drift. Outside in his warm coupe Jack Dyke sat waiting for James. He was thinking of Helen Hemsworth, his fiancee. He was certain now that she did not care for him, since Captain Barnes had appeared on the scene, and he was also sure that he could never be happy with her. She was not his sort. He resolved, therefore, to give her every opportunity of ending the engagement, and he supposed that he would now settle down to be a confirmed old bachelor. He wished James would come; it was getting cold and he had had no dinner. He tucked the fur robe closer around him, and in so doing his foot touched something. Jack groped for the something in the dark and found it to be Tommy's nickel-plated teapot, with most of the wrapping paper off. They had taken it from Tommy's almost frozen arms at the doctor's office, thinking it was a parcel to be delivered somewhere. But on opening the lid a slip of paper fell out ou which was written: "For dear mother, from her son Tommy, Christmas 1906." Jack sighed. He supposed he ought to take the teapot in to Tommy's mother. He cautiously opened the door, and there in the little room beyond the kitchen he saw a beautiful fair head bending over little Tommy. Then as the head turned, the teapot slipped from his fingers to the floor. "Clarice!" he cried. Mrs. Kerwin rose from her knees. "Jack!" she whispered in amazement. Tommy stirred. "Mother," he called, and he put his arms around her and whispered something in her ear. Then the tears came and he cried and sobbed as if his little heart would break. "It's all right, Tommy dear. It was not lost in the snow. Mother has your beautiful teapot. See how it shines in the light." Christmas and The Beachcomber By G. S. PEACE ON EARTH. By W. Blakemore. It was tlie Orient sky, Aflame with diadem, Curtained in azure blue, And bright with many a grin That ushered in the dawn Of that first Christmas day, When peace and joy to men Attuned th' angelic lay. It was the Orient sky, Curtained with sable pall, That darkened o'er the earth When lassed the Lord of all: And hung its fiery torch Above the lonely hill, Where, "faithful unto death," The women waited still. It was the Orient sky, Transfused with golden ray, That saw the glorious sight Of that triumphant day, When heaven's gates Hung wide Their portals for the King, And wondering mortals heard The loud Hosannas ring. And as the glittering band That heralded His birth, With songs of holy joy Received Him back from earth; A loving benediction Fell from His lips again. To cheer the stricken watchers "My peace I leave with men." It came with magic thrill To many a weary breast, It hushed the rising murmur, It quieted the unrest; It cooled the burning fever, That rose with passion's power: It stilled the demon doubt That racked the midnight hour. And o'er the scattered ashes Of many a wasted life; It breathed a fairer promise, It stirred a nobler strife; It planted ln the valley A kindly light for all That like a beacon shineth, Till shades of evening fall. And as the Christmas greeting That echoes through the world, Resounds In every empire, Where banner Is unfurled, May this sweet note of music Vibrate from shore to shore, "The peace which tills with gladness Be yours for evermore." Stay, busy world, He passoth Who spake the word of peace, Hush every cry of anguish, Bid every sorrow cease: For still the Herald angels Aro singing In the sky, And every heart that slghoth May hear their melody. (Writteii for The Week.) This story will attract attention. It is bright, interesting and singularly appropriate to the festive season. Its denouement is a beautiful little conception which will delight every reader. The story tells of the doings, the arrest and the strange conversion of a professional cracksman, and in interest and dramatic movement is well up to the level of Louis Becke's best Pacific stories. The metallic click of handcuffs as they snapped on his wrists changed Deshler's hilarious laughter instanter to a gasp of surprise. Two Chinese aiding him to pillage the pawnshop near the south gate of old Tientsin dropped bolts of flowered silk and sprang toward the door. Sounding like a young cannon, a .44 Colt sputtered fire and one man pitched writhing into the narrow street; then he lay huddled and still with blood trickling on the frozen roadway from under his padded blouse. The other sprang into the outstretched arms of a native policeman and the two rolled heavily out from the threshold while other Chinese police battered the struggling robber into unconsciousness. "Merry Christmas, Desh! Better to be a foreigner, ain't it?" said the deputy marshal, as he pocketed the heavy calibre Smith & Wesson dropped from the beachcomber's hand when the handcuffs snapped. "Was told to arrest you, not kill you— they didn't matter." The marshal swung his arm to indicate the prostrate Chinese. "The Taotai'll have the carrion carted away, and the other: well, guess it's a touch of opium to make him feel good and off goes his block with one sweep of the sword." The beachcomber gritted liis teeth and stared at tlie loot spread on the matted floor. "Few minutes more and you'd have been all to the good, wouldn't you?" said the marshal. Hart Deshler sat silently on the corner of a profusely carved ebony table where he had perched himself to watch the frightened pawnbroker crouched behind a chair rubbing his tapering fingers together nervously as he "chin-chinned joss" with fright, and the fear-palsied assistants who cowered in corners with chattering teeth while old Vah-da- loo and his nephew Chau-tsun had dragged their plunder to the centre of the matted floor and made ready to bundle up the pawnbroker's goods: jade, jewels, shoes and sycee of native silver, bolts of richly-embroidered silk, mandarin coats embroidered so that they seemed fields of cloth of gold, coins with dragons stamped on their face, with single eagles nnd double eagles—all heaped in heterogeneous bundles. The smoke of revolvers clouded the place and pungent joss-sticks the pawnbroker stacked in clay-filled pots before a half-hidden joss in a niche at one side of the room stirred him to a fit of coughing. A few minutes before. Deshler had been drumming on the inky-lacquered table with a samshu bottle and singing an old sailor's chantey. It called to his mind other adventures on thc fringe of Asia witli his partner in crime, Montana Brown, one-time of the Ninth Infantry—Montana had gone for a bullock-cart to carry off thc loot. He remembered how they had deserted together, how the rains hnd sogged their pith helmets into misshapen leaden tilings ns they bumped over rutted roads on a lurching bullock-cart to Soochow; how they had been camp-followers of that wondcfrul army of nations on the march to Peking. Those weird, wild days when they looted the porcelain-tiled temples and the yamens of the fugitive rich, when silver bars were carted away with wheelbarrows because carls were scarce, and those feverish days when lie and Montana journeyed into Mongolia on camel-back to sell a flawed diamond to a Tartar prince—of these and many things, he thought; but most of all, as the memory-pictures faded, he dreamed of a fireside witli little dangling stockings and a glistening Christ inns tree with dolls and Noah's arks, and candles and glass baubles. Sure, he would quit it all. This would be the home-stake hc had longed for. he would go home and why shouldn't he and she dress THE WEEK, SATURDAY DEC. 28, 1906. Christmas trees again, and The handcuffs snapped with a sharp click and he looked over his shoulder with a start to see the deputy marshal grinning at him. His revolver slid from his hand to the floor. What happened in the next few minutes he was too much stunned to understand, and a filmy mist hid things from his eyes. "Where's Montana?" asked the marshal, when the smoke cleared. "Running a game at Harbin; we've had a row," said Deshler, promptly. "Look here, marshal; can't we fix this? Say I escaped; guess Uncle Sam don't pay you too much, anyhow. And there's a big cache at Peit- sang since Boxer times. I'll let you in if you say the word." The marshal looked at the beachcomber from the corner of his eye. "Say," he said. I'll—no, it's the Consular court for yours, and after the Merry Christmas business is over, you'll get yours; five years, maybe, and deportation afterward." "Merry Christmas," said the beachcomber, laughingly. "Well, it might have been if you—oh, well. Come on, let's get a 'ricksha. " 'Ricksha nothing; government's good for a Victoria for us—we'll ride like missionaries over the Pei-ho." Deshler tried hard to remember where he had seen the marshal before. Was it Cape Nome? His thoughts harked back to the garish lights of the daylight nights when he dealt faro at the Savoy adjoining the noisy dance- hall and men bet fortunes torn from ruby- sanded beaches on the turn of a card. Peking? There were many he had known in the days of the big loot; when the sack of the ancient capita lwas on and every Chinese was considered lawful prey. Was it;—? Memory flashed back and pictured turmoil. He remembered all—this was Slim Calthrop, of course. "Now, look here, Slim—" ventured the beachcomber. "Slim—hell; who in thunder told you about Slim. He's dead; died after that gunplay on the Pasig. Come on, you. We'll leave the Chink for the native police; you're the only one I've got a warrant for; you've been raising too much hell in the native city —and look here, if you mention Slim again I'll let daylight through you and say you tried to escape. By the jumping snakes, I've a good mind to kill you now." Deshler swung his long legs free and slid from the table. He lopkcd, Hie marshal full in the eye and said without fear: "Forget it." The pawnbroker hurried up behind them as the marshal moved off with his prisoner. He plucked at the marshal's sleeve, and as he turned in response handed him a piece of jade taken from the heap on the floor and a few gold coins. "Do to buy dollies for the kids," said the marshal, half apologetically. "Married?" asked Deshler, laconically. "Yes," answered the marshal; "wife and three kids near German concession, back of Victoria road—she's dressing a Christmas tree for the kids and praying you won't puncture me; they've got their stockings hanging. Come on, I'm eager to get you in thc consulate jug and get home to fill 'em." "There's enough hidden up to Peitsang to fill your socks, too. Suppose you square this; who knows? You say I ducked with the darbies on, tear your tunic and scratch your face a little; and in a month or two I blows back with a bunch of the ready—more than you could earn in ten years. Well, you don't lose, do you? Ain't these Chinks fair game, anyhow?" Then, with nn inspiration, Deshler continued: "And who's going to fill my kids' socks, eh ? Fine Christmas for the old woman and them, ain't it?" With sudden remembrance Deshler's memory told him this was "Sentimental Slim." Of course; strange he hadn't recalled it before. This was Slim, whose sentimentality induced him to pay back the bank's winnings at the Savoy; who had been dismissed from the Constabulary for letting Furniss go after he stole a banca and looted a river station because the young fellow told him of a mother ill at home. "I didn't know you'd—" The marshal spoke almost tenderly. "No, of course, you didn't," interrupted Deshler; " '(wasn't in the society papers." Craftily, the beachcomber stirred the only emotion the marshal was capable of. His sentimentality was his stronger feeling. An appeal to his cupidity often availed; an appeal to his emotions seldom failed. He wept wth women when the Amateur Dramatic society put on "East Lynne," and the thought of Christmas and all its appeal to sentiment was as infectious to him as strong drink; he was, in fact, drunk with the spirit of the time. "Well, what's to prevent you from going home and filling the socks, eh?" asked the marshal, after a pause. "You mean it, Slim—I mean, marshal," asked the beachcomber, eagerly. "Sure, 'tain't me to see the kids robbed of Christmas." "Hell, no—guess it's better to cut it out, unless—say, will you hide the darbies while we're in the house, and cut out all talk about ths thing?" asked the beachcomber pleading- ly* "Sure, Ave'11 be a couple of Kris Kringles for the minute; then we'll move on to the consulate.'' "I'll go yon, Slim—I mean, marshal." The Victoria was driven rapidly under the vault of the old city gate, now crumbling with senile decay. Clothes-dealers shouted from the chilly store-fronts of the narrow street, lifting garments they sought to sell from pile to pile, one by one, as they extolled them with sing-song chant. A chilling wind blew from the frozen Pei-ho and teeming street people hurried by swathed with fur- lined clothing padded profusely; wheelbarrows ereked as muffled coolies trundled their freights, and none of the wayfarers of the busy city, other than the beggars that were vermin-fested bundles of rags and dirt, paid attention to the victoria with its noisy driver continually shouting to warn those who thronged the way. Hawkers with sibilant shouting called priases of their wares and beat gongs and drums; bullock-carts blocked under fret-worked arches, camel caravans swung aside, until the close-built porcelain- tiled compound walls fronting moss-grown yamens suggesting the mildew of centuries, gave place to a wide driveway beside the frozen river, where big Sikh police stood sentinel to keep the crossings clear. Beyond loomed many-storied buildings of vast commercial houses of the foreign city with its many peoples clustered side by side in their various concessions. "Did you ever long for anything, and have that longing get a grip on you?" asked the beachcomber, after a long pause, while he sat contemplating the passing scene from the open carriage. "Yep, I've wanted money—and never got it," answered the marshal, with a grin. "No, not that," retorted Deshler, acridly. "Did you ever feel the Christmas spirit grasp you, and long to fondle some kiddies of your own, to steal in with stocking feet like a thief in the night to load the stockings with dolls and the like, to wait batedly while they toddled to you, hugging their armloads of toys and beaming with satisfaction as they told you in baby lisps that Santa Claus had brought them 'thum nice fings;' and you felt a gladness fill you that no human calipers may measure. And—say, you're going too far." "But—" gasped the marshal. The beachcomber interrupted him quickly. "Oh, it'll be all right, Slim, if you're making good for tonight." The victoria stoped at a narrow tilted gate in the ruck of outer Tientsin and Deshler led the way across a rutted compound, hard- frozen. Adown some close-walled lanes they found an open door where a big-framed German woman stood in the doorway. "Why, Deshler," she said, with surprise, "what brings—?" "Oh, that's all right; me and him's come to play Santy for the kids. Ain't we, Slim?" interpolated the beachcomber quickly. A moment later saw each squatted beside the k'ang of the native house with its chilling rieepaper windows and dangling short-froeked children on their knees. The marshal was singing: "Old King Cole was a merry old soul, A merry old soul was he; Hc called for his pipe and he called for his bowl— It was better stuff than tea." The big woman busied herself at the table, scrubibng the top with energy. Deshler had dragged a little brass joss from an inner pocket and was holding it before the little one's eyes. "Pap's got a Christmas present for Gretchen and . . . The woman swung her head and flashed a quick glance of inquiry. Deshler winked, almost perceptibly. There was a tear glistening on the marshal's cheek. "I'm sorry about this thing," he said, as he fondled the child on his knee. "Oh, slush; get busy and fill the stockings, and we'l get along. And say, there's to be no monkey business." Half in a whisper, he added: "I'll get you with my gun if there it." "Oh, cut it out; get in the Christmas spirit," muttered the beachcomber. "How about that peace on earth, good will toward men pidgin?" Deshler was busy at the end of the k'ang when he called the child seated on the marshal's knee, who slid down and ran to him. The marshal watched her tenderly; and, before he realized what had happened, he was on. his back with his hands caught tight behind him. His revolver was hurriedly snatched from the holster, and his own handcuffs snapped on his wrists eaught behind him. Cursing energetically, he turned to see Montana Brown. At the doorway Deshler was tsanding, hat in hand, bowed deeply. "Au re voir, Slim. Merry Christmas," he said, and was gone. "Merry Christmas, Calthrop," said Montana. . . . "Come to see the kiddies Christmas. Why, you're as welcome as the flowers in May." "Merry hell. ... so these are your kids, eh?" "Who's did you think they were—Deshler's? he asked, and there was a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. "Well, there's no hard feeling, is there, marshal? Have a drink . . . stop a minute . . . I'll loose your hands . . . do, it's Christmas Eve." With his eyes at a tiny hole in the rice paper and his ears strained, the beachcomber saw and heard things, and he felt satisfied with himself. It was lucky he had thought of Montana's wife and kids; where else in all the fringe of Asia would he have found a wife and kids ready to hand. Yes; possibly at Nagasaki. "This is a lady day for me, Montana," the marshal was saying. "If I don't take him back I'm fired. Consul told me I was too all gred sentimental to be a marshal, anyhow. Remember that young fellow embezzled money at Pootung; well, I let him make a get-away because of his sick mother. Somehow the Consul found out. I've forgotten the old days, Montana, and I'm no good for anything else. It'll be tough for me and the kids, at that. It'll not be much of a merry Christmas for them." A minute or two later the door opened again, letting in a chilly blast. Deshler stepped in. He had thought hard for the minute or two and had decided. The Light in The Window By Agnes Cumberland. "You blamed -" started Montana. The beachcomber paid no attention. He went over to the marshal and laid his hands on his shoulders. "Say, Slim, I'm going back ... on condition. You let me in on the kid's Christmas. Let me spend Christmas as a white man. Let me sit before your fire, at your table . . . and say let me help you and the missus fill the kiddies' socks. Won't you, Slim. Say you will—and I don't care if I go up for life." Montana Brown looked at the beachcomber with a sneer and spat with disgust. "You're daffy," he said, scornfully. "Come on, Slim," said Deshler. "Merry Christmas and a happy"—the other words were lost as Montana loosed the marshal, and he walked away with his prisoner. That night Hart Deshler was another man and was in elysium for a night and a day. Then he went into the outhouse which is the gaol for American citizens at Tientsin—and whistled as the door was locked. A few days later a little girl toddled across the yard with a massive key and with difficulty opened the gaol door at dusk. As he pushed open the door Deshler picked her up and kissed her on both cheeks—then he clambered over the compound wall and was lost among the teeming millions of North China. (Written for The Week.) j Agnes Cumberland is a new writer whose first work appears in this issue of The Week. "The Light in the Window" is a story reminiscent of the spirit which Dickens did so much to diffuse. The nervous, restrained style, the pure sentiment, the novel incident, the . sound teaching and the dramatic ending will - strongly appeal to all who can appreciate a tender, simple Christmas idyll, the most diffi-' cult piece of literary work to conceive and ; to produce. It was midnight, Christmas Eve. The small hours of Christmas Day would soon be breaking. The snow lay deep on garden, lawns, and fields. Inside the great house all bespoke comfort and Christmas cheer. In the large drawing room there was a huge Christmas tree sheltering a profuse array of toys, and alone stood an uninvited guest. He was poorly clad, unshaven, and his hair seemed a stranger to the comb. In one hand he held a dark-lantern and over his shoulder was a common jute bag, the window was still open, showing that he had made his entrance that way. He stealthily crossed the room, and lighting a match in the flame of his lantern, turned on the gas and lit it, so he might the better get the character of his surroundings. "This is luck," said he. "Gold sleeve buttons, books, engines, and purses with banknotes in them. It's a great help to our profession nowadays, parents giving their children such expensive gifts as these." His eyes wandered further over the scene, before him lay a gold watch. "Quite a fine lay-out." There was a rustling sound behind him. By force of habit he slid the cover of the dark-lantern, but it was unavailing: the room was still lighted by the gas. "Hello!" said a child's gentle voice behind him. He turned, and there stood a little girl in her night gown. "Is that you, Mr. Santa Claus?" she added, peering curiously at the visitor. The man laughed. "Well, not exactly, little one, I'm only his clerk." "His what?" said the child. "Don't talk so loud—you'll waken everybody, and if you do I'll vanish like the snow flakes, my child. You see, Santa Claus had so many places to go to on this street, that he thought he would not get here until next year, so he asked me to help him. I had just laid these things here for you when you surprised me." The little maid came nearer. "Oh, what beautiful presents you have brought, a horse, and dolls, an engine, a ball, and a gold watch, too—just what I wanted." The man drew back with a strange look in his eyes, and sat down on a chair. "Are you very tired?" asked the child. "Yes," said the man. "I'm so sorry," said the little one affectionately, as she took the stranger's hand in hers and kissed it. "Don't, child, don't do that. It's unclean, it's dirty." "Well, how could it be clean," laughed the child, "you have cilmbed down so many sooty chimneys, though there is no soot on the toys.'' "Oh, I take care to come through the window sometimes to prevent that, it is easier and cleaner, too." "You have finished now, your bag is empty," said the little one. "Isn't there anyone else you could take a toy to?" "There are two," said the man, hastily wiping a tear from his face with his grimy hand, and it's my fault I've nothing for them." "Here, take some of mine, take this, and this," said the child. "No, no," said the man. "Please do take only this," and the little girl reached out her tiny hands with treasures from the pile. The visitor slowly reached out his hand and took one toy. "Now, little one, I must be off, before anyone wakes." i THE WEEK, SATURDAY DEC. 22, 1906. - He moved towards the open window, the child ran after him. "Please, won't you take a kiss for Santa for me?" "That I will," said the man. He bent over the child, kissed her forehead, fled through the window, and disappeared in the storm and darkness outside. It was Christmas Eve, and the old couple were sitting in front of the cheerful open fireplace in the kitchen of the farmhouse. The snow was falling in large, soft flakes, and the wind was bitterly cold. "To-morrow will be Christmas," said the old man slowly. "You have uot forgotten it, have you mother?" "No, father," she said. "How could I? Have I not said all along that if he ever came home again it would be on Christmas Eve?" "So you have. Let us hope—let us hope. It is six long years now since our only boy left us. Yes, he will come home on Christmas Eve." "I know it, father," said the woman. "I have read so often of such things happening before. We will wait for him here in front of the fire, and the door must not be locked, " and we must place the lamp in the window. J;. Our boy must see the lamp burning in the window when he returns." Her hands trembled, but she filled the lamp and placed it in the window. She sank again into her chair, and rested the tips of her fingers on the arm of the empty chair beside her, while her husband's hand lay heavily on the other arm. For a long time neither spoke, but gazed into the fire and listened to the storm without, the tears glistening in their eyes. "He must come, he must come to-night," murmured the mother, and they kept their lonely vigil by the fireside waiting for the long absent son who might never return. Down the road to the farmhouse where a bright light seemed to beckon came a man tired, hungry and almost overcome with fatigue. The snow was deep, the path was hidden, it was many years since he had trod the old road which led to his boyhood's home. But to-night of all nights he would be tliere with the dear old folks who must be waiting for him. He longed to hear his mother's voice once more, to hear her say that she had forgiven him, and he resolved that the New Year would see him earning his daily bread as an honest man, the fine son of the father and mother who years before had lavished so much love and care upon him. At last he reached the old familiar garden gate, it was but a few steps to the door. He rapped, opened the door slowly and stood upon the threshold; the mother and father were still by the fire which was burning brightly. "Mother," "Father," he faltered, "I've come home." There was no reply. "Mother! Won't you speak to me; your wayward son has returned, won't you take a kiss—a Santa Claus kiss from me, 'tis the only thing that was ever given to me." Still neither spoke. The light had dawned for them in another window when the bells had chimed the glad tidings at midnight, "Unto us a son is born." The man turned and went out into the storm once mora. On Christmas morning the sun rose bright and warm on the deep snow. The church bells were cheerily ringing out their message of "peace and good will to man," the villagers on their way to church stumbled against a hard white mound; beneath it lay a man rough and unkempt, in his hands tightly clutched was a child's toy, over his shoulder an empty bag and a dark-lantern. The Vacant Chair. By L. McLeod Gould. THE EMPTY LIFE. By Theodosla Garrison. I have closed all my life and shut the door As men may close that house wherein one died Who one day loved them there, that nevermore May lesser lover ln its hold abide. Why should my door stand open to the sun, Seeing the guest supreme hath gone his way? What welcome have I for another one— What lamp to mock the glory of the day? Naught would that other tenant find but this— Rust on the hearth and dust upon the floor, And that poor ghost that once was living bliss— I have closed all my life and shut the door. (Written for The Week.) Mr. Gould is well known to the readers of The Week as one of our most regular contributors in another department, but that he can write a good story will be conceded by all who read "The Vacant Chair." It is thoroughly seasonable, has an attractive plot and a touch of that mystery which is inseparable from the traditional atmosphere of Yuletide. It was an ideal Chirstmas Eve; a hard black frost, crisp snow and bright stars, all combined to make the heart of such a man as George Allardyce happy as he swung into The Strand on his way to the Savoy for the Club's annual dinner. And yet his usually cheery countenance looked worried,' and he glanced to right and left as though seeking to find among the many faces which passed and re-passed him some one which he wished to see. And this was the truth, for it was his turn once more to fill the Vacant Chair, and so far he had not come across the man for his purpose. The Club was a strange one, and had been of Allardyce's own formation. Many years ago when away in Western Canada he had been seeking the fortune with which he had later returned home, he had arrived in Victoria one Christmas Eve, after a particularly successful trip up-country, and seeing the happy throngh hurrying to and fro, had felt a curiously lonely feeling, and a deep regret that he amongst so many had no one to rejoice over his safe return from the dangers which he had encountered. The thought of Christmas cheer had warmed his heart, and he had been on his way to order a regular Christmas dinner at the Poodle Dog, when his attention had been attracted to the gaunt form of a man, who was coughing and shivering in a too thin overcoat, with the pinch of hunger on his face, and the look of desperation in his eyes which only comes to a man when he has reached the limit of his endurance. Something had tempted the prosperous man to accost his less fortunate neighbour, and the story of ill-luck which he heard had prompted the invitation to join in the Christmas fare, an invitation which had resulted in a friendship still unbroken after twelve years. Tony Burke was one of many who, with all the advantages of good education, had through no fault of his own fallen on evil times. An illness had robbed him of his small capital, and he had lacked the opportunity to make a fresh start, and the energy to make his own opportunity. This Allardyce discovered during the meal, and liking the man he had offered to take him with him on his next expedition, veiling his charity under the pretence that he needed company. This was the beginning of their fortunes. There is no need to tell of their doings; it is sufficient to say that Burke had developed marvellous qualities and that in the following year they both had returned to Victoria in time for Christmas. On their way to dine at the same restaurant George, reminding his companion of their last Christmas Eve meal, had suggested that they two should take another with them, he to be chosen by Tony, the only condition being that he should be in want, and should show evidence of hard luck, and not of vice and extravagance. That was how Hillary had become a member. And so on. Every year, so long as the members of the Club were in the same part of the world they had met on Chirstmas Eve for dinner, the last member being responsible for filling what was called "the vacant chair." Luck had attended them. It seemed as though the charitable instinct which was at the root of the Club had been repaid in material kind. All had prospered, and this year all were in London, and George Allardyce, the president and founder, had undertaken to arrange the dinner and to fill the vacant chair. It was now half-past eight, and the dinner was fixed for nine o'clock, and as yet he had not seen one face which had appealed to him as bearing the marks of hunger without thc accompanying signs of indulgence. Many wretches he had seen whose drink-besotted faces proclaimed the cause of their destitution; many there had been who had supplicated alms with vice written plain in every feature, but the Club was not for such as these. With a grunt of disgust Allardyce buttoned his fur-lined overcoat more closely round him, as he realised that within a few minutes he must appear before his friends without the promised guest. The table was set for thirteen, and were only twelve to partake of its luxuries? In his impatience he roughly elbowed an individual out of his path, but his conscience smote him, when he heard a groan, and saw the victim of his action fall heavily into the gutter. Stopping in his career, he turned and raised the man to his feet, with a muttered apology, and then fell back with a start. Could it be that even at the eleventh hour he had stumbled across the very one for whom he had been looking? By the electric light he could see looking into his, a face from which every vestige of colour had fled, eyes deep-sunken which glowed with the glare of want, but yet had in them nothing of the rapacity whieh had characterised so many into whieh he had gazed that day. It was a man of about thirty at whom the prosperous miner was looking, and even as he looked a ghastly spasm of coughing shook the feeble frame, which seemed almost ethereal in its slightness. "Are you hungry?" queried Allardyce. The other nodded eagerly, he was too exhausted to speak. Without another word Allardyce took his arm in his and hurried him away towards the Savoy. There was no need of questioning; he was sure from his brief scrutiny that here was a worthy member for the Club. Silently they walked along; as silently they entered the hospitable portals of the famous restaurant and mounted the stairs to the room engaged for the Club dinner. Not a word was spoken till the waiter had divested the pair of their coats and hats. Then Allardyce, turning to the other members who had all arrived and were waiting in front of the roaring fire, with the customary introduction, "Gentlemen, the Vacant Chair," motioned them to the table. The stranger sat, as was the custom, on the president's right, on his left was last year's member, Hugh Jackson, who had been brought in from the streets of New York in. a similar plight. Facing Allardyce was Tony Burke, while on either side of the table were men who during the twelve years had been picked up in the direst ditsress and were now, owing to the magic touch of the influence of the Club, rejoicing in affluence and reputation. The stranger spoke but little, nor was he pressed. It was one of the hospitable rules of the Club never to thrust impertinent questions on their waifs and strays. "Fill the belly first, for it is ill talking on an empty stomach," was their motto. So the talk went on; each had some experience to recount, some story to tell, and all the time the stranger's eyes were here, there and everywhere, drinking in as it were the varied characteristics of the men with whom he had thus fortuitously been thrown in contact. His manners were those of a perfect gentleman, whieh sat somewhat oddly on one whose clothes, if clothes they could be called, seemed to hang together by a miracle. But this excited no comment, it was the rule, and not the exception that The Vacant Chair should be a gentleman. When the dessert was on the table, and the wines had been placed in front of the president he charged his glass, and circulated the decanters before rising to propose the toast of the evening, which always took the form of the same words: "Gentlemen, success to the Club, and may it long be spared to help one soul every year to make a new start." This was drunk in silence. Then eame the next feature of the meeting, the signing of the register. This was kept in a massive book, bound with a silver padlock, thc key of which was kept by the president, and in it the members, beginning with him, and down to the last corner signed their names, below which they were in the habit of making any comment they desired, either on their past year of life, or on the constitution of the Club. As each man signed he passed through heavy curtains into a smoking room beyond, where the rest of the evening would be passed in reminiscences and other conversation. This afforded also a delicate attention to Thc Vacant Chair, whose name was not thus disclosed, if such were his will, until the following year, though never yet had this been the case. After Allardyce had explained the custom to his right hand neighbour he rose to ent rhis name, following him came Tony Burke, and so on in order till the stranger was left alone. With a curious light in his eyes he, too, rose, and walking to the book he wrote. "The new chum seems to have a precious long name," said Bobby Jellicot when ten minutes had elapsed, and there was no sign of the stranger's appearance. "Give him time," answered Allardyce, "perhaps he is writing of what he has been, as has been the case before." This was an allusion to Hepburn, who on his first appearance, four years before, had filled a page with his story. When half an hour had passed, however, Allardyce thought it well to see what had happened to keep their guest so long. He drew back the curtains, and gave an exclamation of disgust. "Bah. I was deceived, after all," he said; "the beggar*s gone." "Better count the spoons," joined in Burke. It was true the room was empty. Investigation down stairs proved fruitless, as no one had been seen to pass the hall porter during the time named. Disconsolate they returned to the banqueting room, to And that nothing had disappeared except the man himself, and thinking that he was merely unwilling to give his story to the rest, they were proceeding to the smoking room again, somewhat mortified at the treatment that had been meted out to them, when Hugh glanced at the register. "Come here, boys." he said, and his voice had an odd shake in it, very unlike his usual hale and hearty bellow. "Come and look at this." They came, Allardyce first, and as he read, he turned away white and shaking. They all followed, and each as he read turned pale, for there in blazing characters were the words: "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto Me." And even us they gazed in awe-struck silence the words melted from their sight. Without a word Allardyce closed the book, locked it, and threw the key into the fire. That was the last meeting of the Club under the old conditions, lt was not fitting that the Vacant Chair should be used by another, but every Christmas Eve the Club meet, aye, and will meet as usual, but the Vacant Chair will not be filled by mortal man. "What puzzles me," said Allardyce. "is why we should have been chosen, because we are none of us what you would call religious, io entertain the angel unawares.'' THAT NIOHT. By Madison Caweln. That night I sat listening, as in a swoon, With half-closed eyes, To far-off bells, low-lulling as a tun* That drifts and dies Beneath the ilowery lingers of the June Harping to Summer skies. And then 1 dreamed the world 1 knew was gone, And someone brought— Leading me far o'er sainted hill and lawn, In heavenly thought— My soul where well the sources of the dawn With dew and lire fraught. Above me tho majestic dome of night, With star on star, Sparkled; in which one star shone blinding bright; Radiant as spar That walls the hulls of morning, pearly white Around her golden ear, About me temples, vast in desert seas, Columned a land Of ruins—bones of old monstrosities God's awful hand Had smitten; homes of dead idolatries, O'erwhelmed with dust and sand. Their bestial gods, caked thick with gems and gold— Their blasphemies Of beauty, rent; 'mid shattered altars rolled; Their agonies And rites abolished; and their priests of old Dust on tiie desert breeze. Then Syrian valleys, purple with veiling mist, .Museum ed 1 t lulled, Where the frail floweret, by tlio dewdrop kissed, Soft-blusing, quailed; And drowned In dlngled deeps of amethyst The moon-mad bulbul walled. On glimmering wolds 1 seemed to hear the bleat Of folded Hocks; Then shepherds passed mc, bare of heud and feet; And then an ox Lowed; und above me swept the solemn beat Of angel wings and locks. A manger then 1 seemed to see where bent In adoration, Above a Bubo, men of the Orient, Where, low of station, His mother lay, wnllo round them swam sweet scent And sounds of jubilation. And then I woke. The rose-white moon above Bloomed on my sight— And In her train the sturs of Winter drove, Light upon light; While Yuletide bells rocked, pealing, "Peace and love;" Down all the aisles of night. THE WEEK, SATURDAY DEC. 22, 1906. The Tenderfoot. By J. G. Potter and H. W. Power. (Written for The Week.) The Tenderfoot is an amusing and characteristic story of pioneer times in the Slocan mining district, wherein is shown the manner in which a tenderfoot belied his popular designation, and badly euchred three old-timers. The promotion of the Kootenay Prospecting and Developing Syndicate is an incident which even at this distance of time will be found distinctly humorous. The joint authors are well known Kootenay journalists. When the high water of boom prosperity receded from the Slocan in 1897, it left not a few in the undisputed possession of divers wildcat mines and no funds, while on the other hand, parties who had entered the country in a state of suspended financial animation, found themselves in command of bank accounts and a correspondingly increased amount of their fellowmen's respect. To the latter class belonged one Black Jack Pete, alias Peter McPherson Henry. He was popularly known by the former cognomen on account of a weakness which he had for playing a certain well known game of chance. Onee in a while he received a letter at the post- office, but these were always addressed to Peter McPherson Henry. The gentleman in question was among the various castes of society that had drifted into Kaslo at the time when a silver-lead mine with $10,000 worth of ore in sight could be sold for about $100,000. He came from the Couer d'Alenes, having been driven out by hard times there. His enemies maintained that he was a flsheater, although he strenuously denied the allegation, and upon one occasion punched the nasal appendage of an "alligator" from County Bruce, who had been rash enough to make such an assertion openly. About this time Peter McPherson Henry, or, as we shall hereafter call him, Black Jack Pete, sold a half interest in a claim with a much faulted vein on it for $2,000 cash, which amount he decided to "blow in" by taking a trip East. As if to lend color to the frequently repeated theory of his fish-eating nationality, he went straight to Nova Scotia, returning therefrom at the end of about six months with a nineteen-year-old nephew in tow, a sadly depleted wallet, and an unquenchable thirst for a further taste of the joys of wealth. The young man whom he had brought out from Nova Scotia bore the illustrious name of Henry also—John Henry, to be exact— but his uncle had already given him a West- tern appellation in the shape of "tender- footed calfie." The boys soon shortened this down to "calfie," and the poor fellow soon became the butt of many rude jests. Not being acquainted with the ways of the West, he naturally resented such treatment, which action on his part only served to make him a more shining mark for the coarse wit of his uncle's associates. "It'll make a man uv 'im," said Black Jack, "an' that's wot I've brought 'im out here for. When he gets to be a man he can always help his uncle, wot 'as always been good to 'im." The speeches generally wound up with a few love pats in the shape of cuffs. Having upon an evil occasion made the acquaintance of two men who could play blackjack and poker slightly beter than he, and alos having been fined $100 by the police magistrate for amusing himself by playing a tune with his boots upon the skull of a drunken miner, Black Jack Pete reached the decision that he must do something real quick or go without a meal ticket, and the consequent satisfaction resulting from possession of the same. Being of a speculative nature, the idea of working by the day for certain jaltry considerations did not appeal to him at all. Since returning, Pete had formed a defensive and offensive alliance with a eouple of bad men named Tom Yates and Jim Gunnison. When the three had found themselves at the last rung of the financial ladder, they met one night by appointment in Spokane Mike's saloon, and formed an organization which they caleld the Kootenay Prospecting and Development Syndicate. Pete was made president, Yates vice-president, while Gunnison was unanimously elected secretary. Calfie became part of the syndicate to a certain extent, holding the office of cook and dishwasher. The syndicate was formed for the purpose, as the president said, "of stakin' claims, prospectin' and developin' the same, or disposin' of said claims or mines, to such party or parties, at such time and in such manner as the syndicate shall see fit." Upon counting up the assets of the newly organized company, it was found that about $130 cash, two rolls of blankets, a prospector's pick and half a coil of fuse were the sum total of capital with whieh to carry out sueh ambitious designs. A large part of the money went for the purchase of supplies and a boat. It was also necessary to have a Free Miner's License in order to stake claims, and as the purchase of a license for each of the three members would entail cossiderable expense, it was decided to have only one for the crowd. It would have to be in some one's name, however, and owing to the fact that none of the gang would trust the other, it was decided to take it out in the name of John Henry, otherwise Calfie. "It'll give him dignity an' make a man uv him," they said. "An' when 'e gets to be a man, 'e can always 'elp 'is uncle as a dootiful nephoo should," added Pete. The scene of operations chosen was in the wild mountainous section to the north of Howser Lake. The syndicate, after much exertion, arrived on the ground and settled down for a month's prospecting. Calfie was obliged to do all the cooking and chores around the camp. The rest scurried off all day in search of mineral. One day Gunnison marched triumphantly into camp with a huge chunk of copper ore in his hand. "There," he exclaimed; "now we've got it! As pretty a lead as you'd wish to see, ore shoot about five feet wide on the surface, and I'll eat my hat if it don't carry one hundred plunks to the ton in values. '' The next day the whole crowd adjourned to the scene of the find, and the way lead- stripipng was carried on was a caution. As the indications were good, three claims were staked, and each member of the syndicate was supposed to have a share in them, although Calfie was not considered as being entitled to any. The fact that he would enjoy the honor of having them recorded in his name, was, in their opinion, sufficient to reward him. Several pounds of fine samples were gathered together, and the expedition returned to Kaslo, where the new claims were duly recorded in the name of John Henry at the mining recorder's office. "Now, kid," said the affectionate uncle, "you must remember that them there claims are ourn an' not yourn, an' act accordingly. But when we 'ave a deal on for them, you must be cute an' act as though they wuz yourn." "Well, I don't see nohow." "Stoopid! We'l sell th' claims fer a pile of money." "An' will I get any uv it?" "Ha, ha, p'raps." Shortly after this a party arrived who had some money to invest in any promising mining property offering. Pete soon managed to get him on the string and told him about the fine properties his nephew owned. The samples and asay certificate interested the stranger, and he made arrangements with Pete and his newphew to visit the claims before purchasing. Of course Yates and Gunnison had to go along, in order to keep an eye on their blackjack friend. "Now, kid," warned Calfie's uncle when the outfit had returned, "we want to get about $60,000 dollars for them claims." At the mention of such tremendous figures, the young man's eyes became large and round. "Now, if he asks how you want for th' layout, just say $100,000. He'll start jewin' yon down, but don't let him put you below sixty. That'll be $20,000 each for th' three uv us." "Yes? An' any fer me?" "We'll see. But you'd better not count on it. Wot 'ave you done to deserve any, I'd like to know? Huh, only wash dishes, cook an' carry water. You didn't find no mineral." "Well, I own them claims." "Mebby so. But your Uncle Peter owns you, an' owners uv one piece uv property are owners uv its property. Quod erat Demonstrandum, by gum. You don't want ever to go back on your pore old uncle, wot's always been so good to yon." Definite arangements were soon made for the conclusion of the deal. Pete and the other members of the Kootenay Prospecting and Development Syndicate made an effort to take a hand in the business, but the purchaser, whose name was Perkins, objected to their presence and debarred them from taking part in the final negotiations. "I'm dealing with principals only," said he. "You fellows have no interest in those claims." The syndicate grumblingly withdrew, but hung around the office where Calfie, Perkins and a lawyer were closeted together. "Now, young man," said Perkins, "how much do you want for those wild cats of yours ?'' The words came calmly and without hesitation. "One hundred thousand dollars." "What?" "One hundred thousand dollars," said Calfie, who was beginning to realize that he was the doctor. His judicial mind began to perceive the legal status of the case. "Now, look here; can't you be reasonable? Why, those dinkly little surface showings of yours are only worth about $5,000. But I'll give you twenty." "Well, I dunno. I'l sell them to you for eighty." "Too much." This performance was kept up for over an hour, and finally $40,000 was the price agreed upon. A cheque for the amount was forthwith made out in Calfie's name, the necessary papers signed and the deal closed. The syndicate was ready, though almost doubled with anxiety when they emerged. "How much did you get, kid?" was the chorus. The kid eyed them airily and went on in the direction of the bank, his uncle and colleagues following closely at his heels. He marched in, opened an account and had the cheque placed to his credit, the others looking on in wide-mouthed amazement. Then Calfie marched out with a swagger on him that no one had ever seen before. " 'E must be crazy," said his uncle. Outside he was promptly pulled into a corner. "How much did you get?" they all hissed. "Forty thousand." "Wot?" "Just what I said." "You chump. You could ha' got sixty easy." Wrath and indignation was pictured on the faces of the Kootenay Prospecting and Development Syndicate. "Well, I reckoned forty was enough." "You reckoned! You pack mule, wot right 'ad you to reckon anything? You orter be well scragged." "I guess they wuz my claims." "G'wan! Fork over the money." "Can't. It's in the bank." "Come, dig up now. We can't wait all day." "Dig up what?" "Our money," bellowed Pete. "Yes, better dig up quick," seconded the others, visions of a royal "toot" flooding their imaginations. "W'y, you don't mean to say that it is your money?" "Certainly," came the unanimous chorus. "Well I declare. I go and sell my claims and you fellers want the money. I guess I'll keep it in the bank until I want it. It'll be safe there. "Wot?" came in a horrified shout. "Wot?" mocked the newly-born magnate. "W'y, you low down, lyin', deceitful rogue. 'Ere you've gone an' robbed your pore old uncle, wot 'as always been good to you. Oh, I'll fix you for this. You're a thief, that's wot you are. I'll 'ave the law on you," bellowed Uncle Peter. He spent several fruitless hours chasing around in a wild endeavour to get anybody, the chief of police, a lawyer, the gold commissioner to take up his case. They could hold forth no help for him. His rage knew no bounds. Finally it broke forth in one concentrated and awful eruption of wrath. He rounded up his nephew and punched him most shamefully, and in a manner awful to behold. The upshot of the encounter was that the nephew went to the hospital and his uncle to jail. When the former was able to get around, he appeared to give evidence against his uncle at the police court. The cadi, upon sentencing the prisoner, said in brief: "Now, McPherson, you're getting to be a nuisance around this town. You're forever making a row of some kind. You can go to. jail for six months. You are a cowardly brute, and have most shamefully damaged the person of this young man, whom I may say is ten times more of a man than you are." And knowing the circumstances of the case, the P. M. could only be excused for smiling to himself as he ordered an adjournment. "OH, BAIBNIES, CUDDLE DOON." The bairnies cuddle doon at nloht, Wi' muckle faueht an' din; Oh, try an' sleep ye waukrife rogues, Your father's comin' in; They never heed a word I speak, I try to gi'e a frown; But aye I hap them up an' say, "Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon." Wee Jamie wi' the curly held, He aye sleeps next the wa\ Bangs up and cries "I want a piece!" The rascal starts them a'. I run and fetch them pieces, drinks, They stop a wee the soun', Then draw the blankets up an' cry, "Noo weanles, cuddle doon." But ere flve minutes gang, wee Rab Cries out fra' neath the claes, "Mither, mak' Tain gi'e owre at ance, He's kittlin' wi' his taes." The mischief's in that Tarn for tricks, He'd bother half the toon; But aye I hap them up and say, "Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon." At length they hear their father's step, An' as he steeks the door, They turn their faces to the wa' While Tam pretends to snore. • "Ha'e a' the weans been gude?" he asks, As he pits off his shoon. "The bairnies, John, are in their beds, An' lang since cuddled doon." An' just before we bed oursel's We look at our wee Iambs; Tam has his airm roun' wee Rab's neek An' Rab his airm roun' Tarn's. I lift wee Jamie up the bed, An' as I straik each croon, I whisper till my heart Alls up, "Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon." The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, Wi' mirth that's dear to me; But soon the big warl's eark an' care Will quaten doon their glee.. Yet eome what may to ilka ane, May He who rules aboon, Aye whisper, though their pows be bauld, "Oh, barnies, cuddle doon." —Anon. THE INNERMOST ROOM. By Robertson Nicoll. The innermost room may be a torture chamber, or a shrine of peace. According as it is one or the other, so is life happy or unhappy. For the blessedness of life does not so much depend on what is passing in the outer chambers, as on what is passing in the secret place of the soul. It is because we forget this that we blunder so much, strive so hard, are so bitterly disappointed with our so-called successes. In the innermost room remorse may be present, infinite repining, infinite sorrow. The very thought of entering it may be an agony, but enter it you must. An unseen force drags you into the place of pain. Or it may be a shrine of rest, a refuge from the storms of life, a veritable chamber of peace. To visit it, to linger in it may be the chief joy and solace of existence. One may come from it with radiant face and strong heart, able to cope with his difficulties, and perform his allotted task in another spirit. Is this the last word? No, the riddle of life is never understood until we know that the torture chamber may become, not all at once, but by slow and sure degrees, a shrine of peace. Most of us know how this comes to pass in sorrow, how a sober joy at last replaces the bitter anguish. It may even come to be so when there has been shame, and treachery and base surrender of the will. The test of the true religion may be found here. The religion that we need is the religion that will lay all the ghosts, that will cast the instruments of torture from the innermost room, that will divide the great glooms, and make it a place of repair. And this is why we must always say to the sufferer, in his most cruel hour of endurance: "Hope on, hope ever. It will not be always as it is now. The places to which you are now dragged, as by furies, may come some day to be your chosen home. You will one day want nothing better than the peace of the innermost room." THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1906 NOTES ON PROVINCIAL NEWS The Christmas Spirit. Things Doing in Grand Forks. There is something doing in Fernie Judging from the press reports, Eddie this Christmas, which all will hope may Miller is as P°Pular as ever with the lead to the dawn of a better day. Dur- rank and file of his Party* A Grand ing the recent visit of Commissioner Forks disPatch states that at a l^e and Mrs. Coombs many of the public and enthusiastic gathering of Conserv- men of the coal'capital met them and atlves- held m the °Pera House* he was were inducted into the mysteries of Sal- unanimously elected president of the vation Army methods. Notable among Conservative Association for the ensu- those who took part in the proceedings lnS year- wlth the following official col- at a public meeting was Mr; G. G. S. ^ues: Flrst vice-president, Win. Lindsay, Mayor Bleasdell, Alderman Dl»s'nore; second vice-president, E. Tuttle and Messrs. W. H. Whimster, D. sPraggett; secretary, Donald McCallum; Davis and Dr. Bonnell, to say nothing Usurer, H. C. Hannington. of the ever popular and radiant M. P. P. W. R. Ross. Naturally at this season of the year ,.,.-,. the subject of relief for the poor, a„dth,S Chnslmas t'me' but »othl,nS wl11 •charitable contributions to widows and glve more.Se»fra' satisfaction than the Good News. There will be plenty of good news orphans was under discussion, and Coin- reports being brought home by return- ■ . . ~ , . ,, ', .. . ing wanderers from every section of the missioner Coombs told a pathetic story . - ' of a "Jack," who carried a little street Pr°Vm"' ^-M °f ^^ ... '. .... ., . prosperity. The following cutting from waif on his shoulders to warmth and , .. '■■ . a s . safety. Manager Lindsay and his as sociates have not always been distin- the New Westminster Daily News is a sample of what might be culled from .,,,,. , , •, almost every exchange which comes to guished by their sympathy for widows , , ; and orphans. The same might be said "Alderman Henley returned yesterday of at least one alderman who was con- fnfa a ^ ^ .. Re fa spicuous on the platform, but hereafter enthusiastic terms of ^ devel t there is little doubt that they will bene- ,. , . , ... . , -.*■ • , , . .;,_'-.■.. which he observed throughout the coun- fit by their contact with Commissioner tfy w,)ere & ^ ^ ^ Coombs and the Salvation Army, and birds and the den«a» of the forest held they may even be blessed with a ripple ^ possession> ^ rjng q{ ^ ^ .g of the Christmasj-pint heard) and homes are ^^ .^ ex istence." Discerning. ^^^ Editor Grace, of the Cranbrook Pros- Patronize Home Merchants. pector, is a man of experience and good Whatever else may be said of the judgment. He is a Kootenay pioneer Revelstoke Mail-Herald, it is always and probably no one in Kootenay knows loyal to its own city, and never the state of public feeling better than he. misses an opportunity to speak a With reference to prospective candi- word for local industries and local dates at the forthcoming Provincial elec- interests. This is the spirit which tion, he has the .following to say: builds up a strong and prosperous '.'The voters of Cranbrook riding want community, and is to be commended. J. A. Harvey to represent them in the The suggestion of our esteemed con- next legislative assembly, and there is temporary contained in the following no doubt but that Mr. Harvey will re- ParagraPh is thoroughly seasonable, ceive the Conservative nomination. *nd can be repeated with advantage There is also uo doubt but that many by„Tevery n™spaper in the Province: political combinations may be formed, Let your purse str.ngs Be loos- T ,. ,„ . .-l . ened, give your home merchants vour by- the opposition, between the present „„. .,,,,., „ , ' .* • .u t, j* c „..-■■-■ .patronage and that libera y for the time and the holding of a Provincial _„ . ... . .. . , . „ . ... ... . ■ ... .. good of your city, and let us all unte election which will have as an objective • -_„-,;„„ icf. n, ■ . . , , „„ . , ln making this Christmas trrly a sea- the defeat of Mr. Harvey, but these son of Teace and Goodwin,„ combinations had better be brought in -for they might get frosted. The Con- The Enemy Testifieg< servative voters of Cranbrook riding The Cumberland News, which gave have clearly expressed their preference an excellent report of the Premier's for Harvey, and being human they will visit to that enterprising city, has the naturally stay with their friend." following to say with reference to tbe effect produced by Mr. McBride upon some members of the opposition. It may be regarded as a very season- Seasonable Weather in the Slocan. Residents at the coast have many things to be thankful for, and probably ab>e bouquet for the Premier. they will be reconciled to the few inches Premier McBride has caught the dea of Canada's greatness and with of rain which have fallen during the a,• „ ,, 44. rr, 1 1 .1 a aa. a thls ar°uses enthusiasm. Some of month of December when they read that ,*,. r„mi...i a t ••_ , . '-. '. ■ -a , cue a Cumberland Liberals were broad the third heavy snowfall of the season Pnr.„~i, .„ „„„fa„ ax. . •_ . . ' . enough to confess that he was the has visited Sandon and other points in .greatest orator that had visited the Slocan, and that in twelve hours district and they now cou]d ^ ^ more than twelve inches fell. There is which side they belonged to, but firm- plenty of variety in the climate of Brit- ly believed that the Premier's was ish Columbia. You can pay your money the right one.'" and take your choice. It is mild and damp at the coast; cold and dry at A Poetical Appeal. Kamloops and along the Fraser and The following poetical appeal won Thompson; cold and snowy through the f°r 'ts author, the editor of the Kootenays, and, in the far North, ac- Rocky Mountain Celt, the prize of cording to the Colonist, it is 50 degrees $I*°°o for the best appeal poem to below zero, with a high wind. newspaper men to pay up their sub- After all, Victoria is not a bad place scr('Pf*on: to live in. "Lives of poor men all remind us, honest men don't stand no chance. „ .ir ■ o 1 a The more we work' there grow be- Not Known in Rossland. h;n.i „„ •,;_„„ _„. , ° ninci us bigger patches on our pants. The old saying that one has to go On our pants once new and glossy, away from home to learn news is ap- now are strips of different hue all parently as true as ever, for, in a recent because subscribers linger and don't issue, the Rossland Miner has the foi- pay us what is due. lowing paragraph: "Then let us be up and doing, send "Mayor McDonald leaves today for '» your mite, however small, or when the coast for the purpose of endeavor- the snow of winter strikes us we ing to induce the government to give slla-1 have n° pants at all." the city one-half of the proceeds of the two per cent tax levied on the product of the mines of the camp. He expects to be absent for a week." Presumably the "Miner" had never heard that the Conservatives of the r™ .3S 1S,,mafe by the Cowichan Copper City were anxious that Mayor ,-.!'' A" the :same.'.to reproduc. A Pathetic Appeal. It is hardly likely that any other newspaper in the Province needs to make such an appeal to its subscrib- it will at least give an idea of what it is to conduct a small weekly paper. It is brief and to the point: 'We would like to remind our sub- McDonald should be their standard- bearer at the forthcoming election. Victoria Conservatives know this, and gave the Mayor a hearty greeting during his scr'bers that Christmas is close *,t visit. They expvt to congratulate him hand, and the children will want some inside of six weeks as a Kootenay rep- little presents. Could you help us resentative in the local legislature. out?" SPIRITUOUS ADVICE. Try Us For Your Christmas Wines and Liquors. 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Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner ot Section 10, Township 12, Range 5, Pouorier Survey; thence south 40 cnains; thence cut 80 chains; thence north 40 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being the north half of Section 8 .Township 12, Range 5, of laid survey. BENJAMIN WERDEN, G. B. Watson, Agent September aoth, 1906. No. 10. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the north tide of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining E. J. Palmer's northeast corner: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young, Southeast Corner," thenee north 80 chains, thence west 80 chain*, thence south 80 chains, thence east 80 chains to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew this 5th day of November, 1906. ALEXR. YOUNG. Nov. 24. Na 11. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the north side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining A. Young's east boundary of limit No. 10: Commencing at a post marked "A Young, Southeast Corner," thence north 160 chain*, thence west 40 chains, thence south 160 chains, thence west 40 chains, thence south 160 ch,ains, thence east 40 chains to place of cemmencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew this 5th day of November, 1006. ALEX. YOUNG. Nov. 24. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated on the south side of Camelia Inlet, about 18 miles from the mouth of the Skeena River, commencing at a post marked C T., N. E corner purchase claim, thence running south 80 chains, thence west 40 chains, thence north 80 chains, thence east 40 chains to point of commencement, containing 320 acres more or less. C.TAKADA November and, 1906. __ NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the CWe Commissioner of Land* and Works for permission 0 purchase the following described land situated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the N. E. corner of L. June's purchase claim marked C. W. Peck, S. E. corner, thence running 40 chains west, thence 40 chains north, thence 40 chains east, thence 40 chains south to post of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. Located 26th October, 1906. C. W. PECK, Locator. F. W. BOHLER, Agent. Nov. 24. _N0TICE"is"hweb3rgiven"tharsixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated on the south bank of the Skeena River adjoining H .A Draper's preemption claim, south boundary line, at a poat marked M. V. Wadham's N. W. corner post, thence east 40 chains, thence south 40 chains, thence west to bank of river, following the river bank north to poat of commencement, containing one hundred and sixty acres more or less. Located 26th October, 1906. M. V. WADHAMS, Locator. H. DRAPER, Agent. N'ov. 24. Na ix NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the north tide of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining A. Young's timber limit No. 11, on the east boundary: Commencing at a post marked "J. Young, Southeast Corner," thence north 160 chains, thence east 40 chains, thence south 160 chains, thence west 40 chains to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 5th day of November, 1906. JOHN YOUNG. Nov. 24. No. 13. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the north side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining J. Young's east boundary of limit No. 12: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young, Southeast Corner," thence north 160 chains, thence east 40 chains, thence south 160 chains, thence west 40 chains to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 5th day of N'ovember, 1906. ALEXR. YOUNG. Nov. 24. following described land rituated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the S. E. corner marked L .L. Watson, thence running 40 chains west to N. E. corner of E. A Wadham's purchase claim, thence north 40 chains, thence east 40 chains, thence south 40 chains to point of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. L L WATSON, Locator. F. W. BOHLER, Agent Nov. 24. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty daysafter date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the N. W. corner of W. Bruce's purchase claim, marked E. A Wadham's S. E. corner, thence running 40 chains west, thence 40 chains north, thence 40 chains east, thence 40 chains south to post of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. Located 26th October, 1906. E. A WADHAMS, Locator. F. W. BOHLER, Agent No. 14. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I inttnd to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the north side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining A. Young's east boundary of limit No. 13: Commencing at a post marked "J. Young, Southwest Corner," thence north 160 chains, thence east 40 chains, thence south 160 chains, thence west 40 chains to place of commencement. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 5th day of November, 1906. JOHN YOUNG. Nov. 24. 28. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 17. Tp. 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains: thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 17 of said survey. BERTHA FISHLEIGH, A. T. Clark, Agent August 15th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the N. E. corner of L. L. Watson's purchase claim, marked D. M .Moore, S. E. corner, thence running 40 chains west, thence 40 chains north, thence 40 chains east, thence 40 chains south to point of commencement, containing 16b acres more or less. Located October 26th, 1906. D. M. MOORE, Locator. F. W. BOHLER, Agent. Nov. 24. • NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the S. W. corner of D. Menard's purchase claim marked J. Curther's S. E. corner, thence running 40 chains west, thence 40 chains north, thence 40 chains east, thence 40 chains south to post of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. Located 26th October, 1906. J. CURTHERS, Locator. D. MENARD, Agent. Nov. 24. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated in the Kitsumkalum Valley, commencing at a post planted at the N. W. corner of D. Menard's purchase claim, marked W. Bruce, S. E. corner, thence running 40 chains north, thence 40 chains east, thence 40 chains south to post of commencement, cintaining 160 acres more or less. Located 26th October, 1006. W. BRUCE. Locator. D. MENARD, Agent Nov. 24. _ NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land, commencing at a post planted on the right bank of the Skeena River about 20 chains below the Yamoqotitiy and at the N. E. corner of Indian Reserve and marked L. S. H., S. E. corner post, thence west 40 chains.thence north 40 chains, thence east 40 cnains, thence south 40 chains to place of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. Located Oct. ist, 1006. L. S. HUTCHESON. Locator. J. E. BATEMAN, Agent. Nov. 24. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated near Camelia Inlet about 18 miles from the mouth of the Skeena River, and adjoining C. Takuda's purchase claim, commencing at a post marked G. B. W., N. E. corner purchase claim, thence running west 40 chains, thence south 80 chains, thence east 40 chains, thence north 80 chainsh t opost of commencement, containing 320 acres more or less. November 2nd, 1906. GORDON B. WADHAMS, Locator. W. A. WADHAMS, Agent Nov. 24. NOTICE Is hereby given that, 60 days from date, we intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands in the Ne* chaco Valley, Coast District: 1. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 25, Township 1, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said section 25 of said survey. W. H. HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent August 5th, 1906. 2. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Section 26, Township 1, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence nortn 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 26 of said survey. EDW»^ " HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent. August sth, 1906. TAKE NOTICE that, 60 days from date, I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land, commencing at a post planted on the bank of the Skeena River two and a half miles below Kitwangat, at the N.W. corner of A. E. Price's purchase claim; thence S. 22 chains, more or less, to the S.W. corner of A. E. Price's purchase claim; thence W. 40 chains to the S.E. corner of Elizabeth Price's purchase claim; thence N. 31 chains, more or less, to the Skeena River, containing 100 acres, more or less. F. PRICE. A. ./. HARVEY, Agent. Dec.15 4. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Section 36, Township 1, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chalna; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 36 of said survey. E. A HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent August 5th, 1906. 6. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of Section 4, Township to, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 4 of said survey. EMMA HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent August 5th, 1906. 7. Commencing at a post planted nt the north-west corner of Section 34, Township 1, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement and being said Section 34 of said survey. ISABEL HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent August 5th, 1906. 9. Commencing at a post planted at thc south-east corner of Section ft Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey, thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to place of commencement, and being Section 9 of said survey. D. M. LINEHAM, A. T. Clark, Agent i\ August 6th, 1906. 10. Commencing at a post planted it the south-west corner of Section 10, Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Sur-i vey; thence north 80 chains; thence\ east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 10' of said survey. 1 LILLIAN HARVEY, A T. Clark, Agent nugut 6th, 1906. 8. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 33, Townshpi 1, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thtnee south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 33 of said survey. MAGGIE B. HARVEY, A. T. Clark, Agent, August 5th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Honourable the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a lease of the foreshore abutting the entire Pacheena Indian Reserve, lot two (2), Renfrew District, which said foreshore includes the islands belonging to the said reserve: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young, Southeast Corner." placed on the foreshore at the southwest corner of the said Pacheena Indian Reserve, thence running north along the entire reservation. Victoria, B. C, 30th day of October, 1006. ALEXANDER YOUNG. Notice is hereby given that sixty days -ifter date I intende to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land, situated in range 5, Skeena River district, about one mile from Little Canyon, commencing at a post planted on the southeast corner, marked "R. Braun," tnence running west 80 chains to Turner's southeast corner, thence north 40 chains to Frank's northeast corner, thence, east 40 chains, thence north 40 chains to Johnson's southeast corner, thence east 40 chains, thence south 80 chains to point of commencement, containing 480 acres (more or less). Located September 1st, 1906. R. BRAUN. 11. Commencing at a pot planted at the outh-eat corner of Section 8, Town- 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey;, thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 J chains; thence south 80 chains: tnence east 80 chains to point of commence- < ment; and being said Section 8 of said survey. GEORGE CURRIE, A. T. Clark, Agent August 6th, 1906. 12. Commencing at a post planted at tne north-east corner of Section 5, Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence south 80 chains: thenee west 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement and being said Section 5 of said survey. MARY E. LINEHAM, A. T. Clark, Agent. August 6th, 1906. 17. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of Section 16, Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thenee west 80 choins; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 16, of said survey. ANDREW F. WEiR, A. T. Clark, Agent. August 8th, 1906. 18. Commencing at a post planted at < the south-west corner of Section 15, Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Sur- . vey; thence north 80 chains; thence 1 east 80 chains; thence south 80 chain*; j thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 15 of said survey* CLARA WEIR, A. T. Clark, Agent August 8th ,1906. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date T intend to applv to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the NOTICE is hereby given that ixty sdays after date I intend to apply to the Honorable the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands, situate on the north shore of Stuart Lake about 2]/2 miles inland and about half way between Pinchi and Tacher Rivers, in the Coast District of the Province of British Columbia, viz.: Commencing at a post marked "R. S. C," placed at the northeast corner of lot 331; thence atsronomicall" north 40 chains; thence astronomically east 80 chains; thence astronomically south 80 chains; thence astronomically west 80 chains, and thence astronomically north 40 chains to the point of commencement, and containing 640 acres, more or less. ROBERT SENIOR J. A. Hickey, Agent. August 24, 1006. December 8. NOTICE is hereby given that, sixty days (60) after date, I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands nnd Works, Victoria, B. C, for permission to purchase the southwest quarter of Section Twenty-three (23) Township Eight (8), Range Five (5); Coast District. Bulkley Valley, containing one hundred and sixty (160) acres, more or less. .11 E. WILD MAN. 1st December, 1006. Dec.15 NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land, situated in range 5, Skeena River district, about one miles from Little Canyon, commencing at a post planted on the southeast corner, marked "R. Braun." thence running west 80 chains to Turner's southeast corner, thence north 40 chains to Frank's southeast corner, thence east 40 chains, thence north 40 chains to Johnson's southeast corner, thence east 40 chains, thence south 80 chains to point of commencement, containing 80 acres (more or less). Located September 1st, 1906. R. BRAUN. 20. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 36, Tp. 12, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains, thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement; 640 acres. C. A. PORTER. A. T. Clark, Agent. August 16th, 1006. 30. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 36, Township 12, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to place of commencement; 640 acres. G. M. BIRKETT. A. T. Clark, Agent. August 16th, 1906. 3. Commencing at apos t planted at the north-east comer of Section 35. Townshin 1.' Ranee a, Poudrier Survey: thence south 80 chillis: thence west 80 chains, thence north 80 chains; thence past 80 rhni*--* t" tinl-it of commencement', and being said Section 35 of said survey. C. W. HARVEY. A. T. Clark, Agent. August 5th, 1906. 19. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Section 6, Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Sur-i vey; thence south 80 chains, thence east 1 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 6 of j said survey. MINNIE BOWDEN, A T. Clark, Agent August 8th, 1906. 20. Commencing at a post planted at 1 the north-east corner of Section 1,1 township 11, Range 5, Poudrier Sur- . vey; thence south 80 chains; thence ' west 80 chains; thence north 80 chain*; | thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section I of said survey. E. H. BOWDEN, A. T. Clark, Agent. August 8th, 1906. 21. Commencing at a post planted ab the south-west corner of Section 7,1 Township 10, Range 5, Poudrier Sur-] vey; thence north 80 chains; thence eaat j 80 chains; thence south 80 chains;( thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 7 of j said survey. THOMA.c. SHOPLAND, A T. Clark, Agent August 8th, 1906. 22. Commencing at a post planted at L the south-east corner of Section 12, f Township 11, Range 5, Poudrier Sur-1 vey; thence north 80 chains; thence1] west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; j tnence east 80 chains to point of com-1 mencement, and being said Section I*] of said survey. MABEL BOWDEN, A. T. Clark, Agent. August 8th, 1906. 23. Commencing at a post planted at I the north-west corner of Section 11,1 Township 11, Range 5, Poudrier Sur-j vey; thence south 80chains; thence east! 80 chains; thence north 80 chains;] thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section n*j of said survey. WM. STANLEY BATT, A T. Clark, Agent. August ioth, 1906. THE WEEK, SATURDAY DECEMBER 22, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to- the Chief Commissioner of Land and Works for permission to purchase the following described land: Commencing at a post planted on the left bank of Skeena River, about four miles above Lakelse River, adjoining L. W.' northwest corner, and marked "N. M. J.s' N. W. Corner," thence running south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, containing 640 acres, more or less. N. M. JOSEPH, Locator. J. E. BATEMAN, Agent. if Notice is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands, Range V., Skeena River District, about 1 mile from the Little Canyon. Commencing at a post planted on the —> South-west comer, marked A. O.'Cun- K'ningham's S. W. Corner, thence North ■• 40 (forty) chains( thence East 40 m\ (forty) chains, thence South 40 (forty) 1/ chains to Little's Southwest corner, thence West 40 (forty) chains, to point of commencement,' and containing 160 (one hundred and sixty) acres more or less. Located October ist, 1906. A. C. CUNNINGHAM, Locator. S. C. WEEKS, Agent (vest SO chains to place of commencement, containing WO acres. Duted at Port Iteuftew on the 30th day ol October, laou. ALEXR. YOUNG. November 17, 1806. Mo. 8— NOTICE! Is hereby given that thirty days after dute 1 intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a speciul license to cut and carry away tinnier from the following described lands, situated on the south side of Ban Juan River, Henfrew District, adjoining T. Lee's southeast corner: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young, Southwest Corner,' thence north 40 chains; thence east 140 chains; theuce south 40 chains; thenee west 100 chains to place ot commencement, containing (HO acres. Dated at fort Keiifrew on the 30Uh day of October, 1906. ALEXR. YOUNG. November IT, 1906. NOTICE) Is hereby given that 60 days after date I Intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following desoribed lands situate ln the Kit-ram Kalum Valley, Range V, Coast District: Commencing at a stake planted at the N. El. oorner of Jas. Adams' purchase claim, marked N. T. C. No. 1 Initial Post; thence 40 chalna west; thence 40 chains north; thence 40 chains east; thence 40 chains south to point of commencement and containing 160 acres more or less. N. T. CUNNINGHAM, Locator. V. W. BOHLER, Agent. Located October 1st, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Land and Works for permission to purchase the following described land: Commencing at a post planted on the left bank of Skeena River, about $t/9 miles above the Lakelse River, and joining John Neidhart's northeast corner, and marked "L. W. S.'s Northwest Corner," and running south 8o chains; thence east 8o chains; therce north 8o chains, more or less, to lefl bank of Skeena River; , thence westwardly along Skeena River i. to point of commencement, containing 11 640 acres, more or less. L. W. SLOAN, Locator. J. E. BATEMAN, Agent. NOTICE is hereby given that 60 days after date 1 Intend to apply tu the lion. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated in the Coast District, Range 5: Uegiuuing at a post planted on the north bank of the Skeena river, al the mouth of Zynigetltx river and marked li. B.'s Southwest Corner; thence running north 100 chains; thence east 80 chains; theuce south to bank of Skeena river about 40 chains more or less; thence following meandering of Skeena river ln a southwesterly direction to post of commencement, containing 640 acres of laud ■more or less, BEATRICE! BATBMAiN. J. E. BATEMAN, Agent. Located September 20th, 1906. 6a Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of ). A Harvey's land, thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of com- menctment HARRIET NELSON, G. B. Watson, Agent. September ioth, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, in Alberni District: 4. Commencing at a post situate on or near the northwest corner of Lot 79, Muck- toosh; thence 40 chains east; thence 40 north; thence 100 west; thence 80 south • thence 60 east; thence 40 north, to point of commencement C. F. PARK, 111 W. B. GARRARD, Agent Oct. 22d, 1906. 37. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 16, Township 12, Range 5, Poudrier Survey thence south 80 chains; thence east 3o chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of com- mencemtnt, and being Section 15, Township 12, Range 5, of said survey. W. VAN ARSDALEN, G. B. Watson, Agent. September 20th, 1906. Commencing at a post by the southeast boundary of Lot 77, Nahmint Bay; ihence 00 chains west; thence 20 north; thence 90 west; thence 50 sout.i; thence east to the waterfront thence following the shore line to point of commencement. C. LUTK1N, W. B. GARRARD, Agent LiCt. 27tll, I9O6. ^-mt B-.S>»BBBBiai^ 61. Commencing at a .ist planted at NOTICE is hereby given that thirty! ^e north-west corner of J. A Aarvey'. days after date I intend to apply to the la°? L^"« ."?[* fVJ h *,' -S Hon. Chief Commissioner of Linos and «* & «"»■»• *«*• *ouU» *'*""* Works for a special license to cut and thtnce we" *> chaws t0 P°mt o£ **■ carry away timber from the following mencement t-iat-mitc described lands: 1. Starting at a post CA*P-J}N.f. HAINfcb, 10 chains east of the mouth of Handy J* B. Wtason, Agent. Creek, on the north shore of Alberni September ioth, 1906. Canal; thence 160 chains north; thence 40 chains west; thence south to tbe shore line; thence following the shore line to point of commencement W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 4th, 1906. 2. Starting at a post 40 chains north of the initial post of No. 1, near Handy Creek, Alberni Canal; thence 40 chain* east; thence 160 chains north; thence 40 chains west; thence 160 chains south to point of commencement W. B. GARRARD. Clayoquot District, Nov. 4th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date we intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Land* and Works for a special license to cot and carry away timber from the following described lands: Commencing at a post by the southeast corner poat of Lot 79, on Uchucklesit Harbour; thence north 40 chains; thence east 100 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence west to waterfront; thence along waterfront to point of commencement, excepting thereout the lands covered by existing mineral claims. W. E. GREEN. W. B. GARRARD. Clayoquot District, Oct 29th, 1906. 62. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of G. M. Birkett's land; thence north 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains to point of commencement MARGARET INGLES, G. B. Watson, Agent September ioth, 1906. 6c. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Hubert Haines' land; thence north 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chain*; thence north 80 chain* to point of commencement MAXWELL S. INGLES, G. B. Watson, Agent September ioth, 1906. No. 3— •NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after date I Intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of 'Lands and Works for a speclnl license to cut and carry awny timber from the following described tonus, situated on the south side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining Mrs. J. S. Young's south boundary: Commenc- ing at a post marked "A. Young, Nortbwest Corner," thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. 1 Dated nt Port Renfrew, October »th, 1906. ALEXR. YOUNG. November 17, 1906. 3a Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 16, Township 12, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thenct south 80 chains, thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being Section 21, Township 12, Range 5, of said survey. CHAS. LEVE'li, G. B. Watson, Agent. September 20th, 1906. fc' No. 4- NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the south side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining A. Young's southwest corner: Commenclu - ._.„ ... Yoxiag, Northwest ....... . ..... Commencing at a post marked "J. Young, Northwest Cor nor" thence south 80 chains; thence east ner, lut-uut; ovum ov uuniiia, iucuic can. 80 chains: tiience north 80 chains; thence west 80 cbalns to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 29th day of October, 1906. JOHN YOUNO. November IT, 1906. 43. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of the north-east quarterof Section 22, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains, thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being the north half of Section 23 and south half of Section 26, Townhsip 4, Range 4, of said survey. EMMA BATEMAN, A T. Clark, Agent. September 17th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands in Alberni District: 1. Commencing at a post situated 80 choins west and 20 south of southeast boundary post of Lot 658; thence 80 chains west; thence 80 south; thence 80 east, thence 80 north, to place of commencement. E CURTIT, Per W. B. Garrard, Agent. Oct. 19th, 1906. No. 6— NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after date I Intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works tor a special license to cut and carry away (timber from the following described lands, situated on the south side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining John 1 Young's southeast corner: Commencing at a post marked "A Young, Northeast Cor- «.ner," thence north 40 chains: thence west 160 chains; thence soutb 40 chains; tbence east 160 chains to place of commencement, containing 6(0 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 29th day of October, 1906. ALBXR. \OUNG. November IT, 1906. No. 6_ NOTICE Is hereby given tbat thirty days nfter date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from tbe following described lands, situated on the south side of Ban Juan River, Renfrew District, adjoining T. Lee's southeast corner: .ommenclng at a post (marked "J. Young, Northeast Corner." thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 j chains: thence north 80 chnins; thence east ) 80 chains to place of commencement, con- 1 taining 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 80th day 1 44.4.t... .una 44. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of Section 17, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chanis; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 27 of aid survey. J. S. McEACHERN, A T. Clark, Agent September 17th, 1906. 46. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of Section 36, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 36 of said survey. S. L. TEETZEL. A. T. Clark, Agent. September 17th, 1906. 66. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of. Knignts leaes; land; thence north 80 chains; thence chains; thence souht 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement ROSABELLA GOODWYN, G. B. Watson, Agent September nth, 1906. 67. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of E. Knight's land; thence north So tl.i.ins; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement. CHAS. KNIGHT, G. B. Watson, Agent . September nth, 1906. 75. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of E L Blake'* lease; thence west 80 chains; south 80 chains; east 80 chains to bank of Nechaco River; thence following bank of said river to point of commencement; 640 acres, more or less. MARY BLAKE, A T. CLARK, Agent September 12th, 1906. 76. Commencing at a post planted at the south-east corner of Mary Blake'* lease; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains, more or less, to the Nechaco River; thence following the hank of said river to point of commencement; 640 acre*, more or less. GEORGE BATEMAN, A T. Clark, .Agent September 12th, 1906. 77. Commencing at the south-east cor- near of George Bateman's lease; thenee west 80 chains; thence south 80 chain*; thence east 80 chains, more or less, to the Nechaco Rvier; thence following the bank of said river to point of commencement; 640 acres, more or lets. B. P. COOK, G. B. Watsoq, Agent September 13th, 1906, NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Land* and Works for permission to purchase section 24, township 8, range 5, Coast District. EMMA HOWE. JOHN DORSEY, Agent NOTICE Is hereby giveu that 60 days after date 1 Intend to apply to tbe Hoa. Chief Comnilssloner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land: Coiuuieucliig at a post at the northeast corner of Lot 182, Range Ave (5), Coast District, marked E. Dairies' Southeast Coiner; thence ruuniug 40 chains west; tiience 40 chains north; theuce 40 chains east, more or less, to Ky-yex river; theuce following meandering of Ky-yex river to polut of commencement, coatalaiaf oue hundred and sixty acres, more or lets. B. DAVIES. 68. Commencing at a post planted at the south-west corner of Chas. Knight** land ,* thence north 80 cbhii s; thence j survey, north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains to point of commencement W. H. GOODWIN, G. B. Watson, Agent. September nth, 1906. Located July 12th. 1U06. 27. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Section 18, Tp. 10, Range 5, Poudrier Survey; thence soutn 80 chains; thence east 80 chain*; tnence north 80 chains; thence thence west 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 18 of said 48. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 24, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence nortli 80 chains; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement, and being Section 25, Township 4, Range 4, of said survey . M. A. MACDONALD. A. T. Clark, Agent. September 17th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissi f Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands in Alberni District: a. Commencing at a post situate 80 chain* west and 90 south ofsoutheast boundary post of Lot 658; thence 80 chains west: thence 80 north; thence 80 east; thence 80 south, to point of commencement J. T. BUCKLEY. W. B. GARRARD, Agent Oct. 19th, 1906. 55. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Section 15, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence west 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains to point of commencement, and being Section 22, Township 4, Range 4, of said survey. LILIAN CAMPBELL, A. T. Clark, Agent. September 15th, 1906. 69. Commencing at a post planted at the south-west corner of Chas. Knight's the north-east corner of Knight's land; south 80 chains; thence east 80.chains, thence north 80 chain sto point of commencement E N. MacBETH, A. T. Clark, Agent September nth, 1906. 70. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of Section 35, Township 12, Range 5, Poudrier survey; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of com' mencement. M. WERDEN, G. B. Watson, Agent September 17th, 1906. ■ J. C. PORTER. A T. Clark, Agent August 15th, 1906. of October, 1906. November IT, 1906 JOHN YOUNO. ,No. T— NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after date I Intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of 'Lands and Works for a apeclal license to cnt and carry away timber from the following described lands, situated on the sooth side of San Jnan River, Renfrew District, adjoining T. Lee's ■southeast corner: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young, Northwest Comer." 1 thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 cbalns; tbence NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, in Alberni District: 3. Commencing at a post by the shore of Alberni Canal, near the southeast boundary post of Lot 658; thence west 80 chains; thence south to the north boundary line, or the same produced of Lot 69: thence east to Alberni Canal; thence following the shore line to point of commencement W. C. RALEIGH, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. Oct 20th, 1906. NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, in Alberni District: 5. 56. Commencing at a post planted on the north-east corner of Section 15, Township 4, Range 4, Poudrier Survey; thence west 80 chains; thenee south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains to point of commencement, and being said Section 15 of said survey. GLEN CAMPBELL, A. T. Ciark, Agen.t September 15th, 1906. 71. Commencing at a post planted at the north-west corner of the south-west quarter of Section 14, Townshio 12, Range 5, Poudrier survey; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chain* to point of commencement, and being the south half of Section 14 and north half of Section n, Township 12, Range 5, of said survey. H. RENNIE, G. B. Watson, Agent September 19th, 1906. 57. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Lot 547; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence north 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement; 640 acres. KATE CLARK, A. T. Clark, Agent September ioth, 1906. 58. Commencing at a post planted at the north-east corner of Lot 547; thence north 80 chains; thence east 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence west 80 chains to point of commencement. J. A. HARVEY, A .T .Clark, Agent. September ioth, 1906. 72. Commencing at a post planted at the south-west corner of B. P. Cook'* lease; thence north 80 chain*; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains to point of commencement; 640 acres. WILLIAM MEREDITH, A. T. Clark, Agent. September 13th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that 60 days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land, viz.: Commencing at the south-west corner of Lot 9, Cassiar District, situated on the Skeena River; thence east 40 chains to the south-east corner of Lot 0, thence south 20 chains, thence west 40 chains more or less to the Skeena River, thence northerly along the Skeena River to the point of commencement, contain- ine* 80 pcres more or less. December I, 1006. e f. g. McGregor NOTICE is hereby given that 60 days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situate in Cassiar District, viz.: Commencing at the North-East corner of Lot 9. Cassiar District on the Hawilghet River—thence south 46 chains and 26 links to the south-east corner of Lot 9, thence east 20 chains, thence north 40 chains more or les-sto the Wn-iwilghet River, thence following the river in a westerly direction to the noint of commencement, containing Po acres more or less. December t iqofi. G. P. ROPF"'r<". 73. Commencing at a post planted at the south-west corner of Maxwell S. Ingles' lease; thence south 80 chains; thence east 80 chains, more or less, to ithe Nechaco River; thence following bank of said river to the south line of Maxwell S. Ingles' lease; thence west 80 chains, more or less, to point of commencement. MINNIE CURRIE, A. T. Clark, Agent. September 12th, 1906. 74. Commencing at a post planted at a point on the west side of the Upper Nechaco River, opposite tlie south-west corner of Lot 545; thence west 80 chains; thence south 80 chains, thence east 80 chains, more or less, to the bank of the Nechaco River; thence followinf bank of said river to point of et mencement; 640 aeres. more or le**. EDGAR L BLAKE, A T. Clark, Agent September 12th, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that, 60 days after date, I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described land on the right bank of the Skeena River, Range V, Coast District: Commencing at a post marked "James McGown, initial post," at the N.E. corner of the New Town Indian Reserve; thence west, along the Indian Reserve line, 40 chains; thence north 40 chains; thence east 40 chains; thence south along the Skeena River to point of commencement, containing 150 acres, more or less. JAMES McGOWN. December 13th, 1006. Dec.15 TAKE NOTICE that, 60 days from date, I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands, situated on the left bank of thc Skeena River, about one mile below thc Little Canon and commencing at Ed. Mi- chaud's N.E. corner post on the bank of the Skeena. Thence S. 40 chains; thence E. 40 chains; thence N. 42 chains, more or less, to Sousie's S. boundary; thence W. 38 chains, more or less, to the Skeena River; thence N. 3 chains, more or less, to point of commencement, containing 170 acres, more or less. N. GOWEN. A. W. HARVEY, Agent. Dec.15 12 THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22. 1906. * Short Story * 9$? if ififififififififififififif THE GHOST OF PAYNE MOUNTAIN. By Harold Sands. (Written for The Week.) The Which Is Not a Temperance Lecture but a Warning Against "The Curse of Canada." And Also the Story of the Famous Payne Mine, With a Christmas Flavour of Fiction. "Where the mountains wed with heaven There, where men dream of Gold, Came the vision of the vanished— Came Love. And there Death rode. —From the unpublished and unauthorized Ballad of Hell-Roaring Pete. "I'll shake you for a drink, Pete," I said to the old prospector as we pushed the overworked swing doors of Jack Merry's saloon at Kaslo. "To hell with yer drink," he growled. "Hell, man, didn't I tell yer I was goin' ter Sandon. It's a bottle I'm needin'. An' that's a hell of a little." After that nobody need inquire why he was called "Hell-Roaring Pete." From now on he is Pete; the prefix can be taken as read, and polite society need shudder no more while perusing the story for fear a too literal chronicler will offend the pink ears of modesty by indulging in bad language. Moreover, Pete's speech shall be converted into public schol correctness, as nearly as possible. "All right, Pete, let it be a bottle then. Pass the bones, Jack," I said. "Shall it be first flop, Pete?" "Of course," he answered. "Four deuces. You can't beat my little ones." A newspaper man after stories knows better than to beat four of a kind, and I paid for Hiram Walker, while Pete pocketed him. We then walked down to the Kaslo and Slocan depot, where we boarded the narrow-gauge car. Pete divided the first few minutes of the journey between the whiskey and expectorating into the small hole in the big stove. His aim was true. He was proud of the fact that the sign "Don't Spit on the Floor" did not apply to him. He had another accomplishment which endeared himself to himself—he could chew and smoke at the same time. He was only sorry he could not expectorate, chew and smoke simultaneously. But, as he used to say, "Even 'Old Tomorrow' could not do that." Sir John Macdonald, when alive, was the one hero in the world to Pete, and, being dead, was remembered by that faithful follower long after many he befriended had forgotten him. It may be as well to mention here as anywhere else that Pete was a French- Canadian. He loved Honore Mercier second only to Sir John A. Their spirits lived with Pete long after death claimed their bodies. I never knew Pete's real name, it had been lost somewhere on the other side of the Rockies. His fondness for bringing Old Nick into his conversation was responsible for his Western cognomen. Pete certainly was an artist at swearing, but I must deny myself the pleasure of repeating his performance; for the sake of Mrs. Grundy I must forbear. After he had diligently performed those acts for which thc W. C. T. U. and the Anti-Tuberculosis Society would severely, jointly and justly condemn him, Pete started to tell me the story of the ghost of Payne Mountain. He was always an uncertain wanderer, and departed often from the track. I must beg the reader to be patient and follow him into the byways as well as upon the beaten path. He was ready to swear by Sir John A. that it was all true, from which fact I know it to be a marvellous invention. But it is too good to be lost with Pete, who, poor old chap, is somewhere at the bottom of Payne bluff, consorting for all I know, with the wraith. If -jo, he is in good company, for, according to his own description, the ghost was a marvelously pretty girl. "We shall be coming to the Payne bluff in a few minutes," he remarked, as he shifted his plug and took a draw at his five-cent domestic, one of the kind that Montreal is infamous for, "and if you are short of stories for that rotten paper you get out at Kaslo once a week—thank heaven (you know where he meant) it is only once a week—. I'll tel you one that is gospel truth, whut is a strange thing to find in newspapers. 'You know the old legend about Eli Carpenter and the other chaps coming over the hills from Kootenay Lake, staking out virgin ground on Payne Mountain and making the name of the Slocan, which some of you flowery fellows call silvery to this day. That's all tommyrot Virgin ground be hanged." He expectorated again and was so excited he almost missed the hole in the stove. "I was there before those chaps," he went on. "Yes, I, blank, blank Pete, as you fellows blasphemously call me. And there was a ghost before me, too, which knew I was coming. Yes, sir, that beautiful spirit, the ghost of my dead love, was aware that Pete's unsteady footsteps would mark the earth of Payne Mountain." "If you have never seen the Payne bluff you have missed one of the sights of British Columbia. It is a scenic wonder of Canada's scenic wonderland. "I never look down into that blank of a hole," Pete continued, "but I feel I want to jump into it. Now, don't get scared, I'm not going to do it just now. I'm not entered in long distance jumps today." "How about the ghost, Pete?" I asked. "For goodness sake, let it walk and don't talk like a hired humorist." "You bet your sweet life (public school language, mind) she could walk," he replied. "There never was so graceful a girl as she and a more beautiful woman never revisited the earth. The only time I ever saw a girl who could approach her was in the old Coeur d'Alene Theatre in Spokane in the wide open days. They some stunning girls there then, but this world is getting too good for old sinners like me." "Oh, forget it, Pete," I said, "forget it and come back to the ghost." "Right you are, my boy," Pete proceeded, "but let's have a nip in 'the curse of Canada' first. Well, as I was saying before you drew my attention to other things, I was here before old Eli and his pals stampeded in from Ainsworth. Silver was no account in those days. I wanted gold; everybody wanted gold. Sixteen to one hadn't been born; everyone was willing to be crucified on the cross of gold Bryan got so mad about afterwards. The first time I struck the hills here I came across silver right at the grass roots, Bin I wanted gold, I tell you, and didn'f give a continental about the other,; which is why old Eli subsequently went one better than me." "I don't believe there ever was a ghost on Payne Mountain, Pete," I interposed. Thc old prospector got huffy and consigned me to his favourite place, and by that time thc train had pulled up at Sandon. I felt irritated. Pete still had the story and he had finished the whiskey. Billy Allanson, editor of thc Paystreak, was at the station. "Billy," said I, "you've got to help me rope in old Pete. He's got a ghost story concealed about him." Billy laughed at mc. "I know that story," he declared. "Rut you're just a bottle of rye short. Pete requires one more before he'll hc in condition to finish the yarn." "Then I shall be two bottles shy. Well, come along and help Pete drink Xo. 2." Hc came. There's nothing slow about Billy; but Irish is his poison so Pete was all alone with the curse. "Ah!" sighed Pete, as he started on the bottle," Sandon always reminds me of thc first day I looked down the gulch. I had just descended Payne Mountain, where I had seen the very image of Mary—Mary who I knew and loved in old Quebec. I was young, and she was young; all the world was young, boy. I can almost see her now as she appeared that last Christmas before I struck out West. She went to mass. I watched her from a back pew. Virtue spoke in every line of her. I knew she loved me and waited but for the word. Would that I had spoken it that Christmas morning, would that I had married her and stayed' East. But no, I can't truly say that. I would not have missed the grand, glorious West Five Good Toasts. 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I told her that I heard the West calling me, but that before many a Christmas was past I would be back in old Quebec to claim her." "And you never returned?" I put in. "Never, but L have seen her, out there on Payne Mountain; when I was well nigh starving, almost too weak to go on prospecting, she ap- f peared to me and showed me the now celebrated Payne mine." "But Pete," I said, despite a warning from Billy, "Eli Carpenter and Jack Seaton discovered the Payne." "Yes, I know that is what people say nowadays," he replied, "but if old Eli could revisit the earth, as my lost love did, he would be the first to tell you that little Mary of Quebec found that mine and showed it to the (Continued on Page 13.) HOLLY TREES Prices from 25 cents to $5.00, according to size. Write for seed and tree catalog. JAY & CO. VICTORIA, B. C. VERY NICE GIFTS For Christmas or New Years, how would a Hand Bag do?' MIRROR EBONY HAIR BRUSH PERFUMES PERFUME ATOMIZERS SHAVING OUTFIT, ETC. EVERYTHING AS YOU DESIRE, THAT'S THE WAY WE TREAT A BUYER. CYRUS H. BOWES CHEfllST 98 Government St., near Yates St. Leave Your Baggage Checks at the Pacific Transfer Co'y No. 4 FORT ST. VICTORIA Phone 249. A. E, KENT, Proprietor THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22 1906. 13 The Ghost of Payne Mountain (Continued from Page 12.) man who swore to come back and marry her but who failed to keep his promise. Thus it was that I was the first man to know that the Slocan hills were treasure-lined. My little girl came across the lakes and the prairies and the mountains to me, and as I slept she pointed out the mine. But I have always had an enemy; you see it here (and he pointed to the whiskey), the curse of Canada. I might have been a rich man but for it. I can distinctly remember, even to this way, that when I lay down t'o sleep that night on Payne Mountain I was all in—couldn't go another step. And yet, when I awoke in the morning, I was b-ilf a mile away from my camp; and what is more, I 'know that my good angel came to me and pointed out the riches that would take me back to the old home and to her. When I awoke there was my fortune right at my very feet. I staked out my claim and started down to Ainsworth to record it. "Of course the first place I struck in Ainsworth was a bar and there I met Eli. I told him of my wonderful visitor and of the great find, and the more I told it the greater my thirst grew and I sold him my claim for a hundred dollars. I drank and drank till I had nothing left, and when I got back to Payne Mountain the whole hill was staked. I never saw my little girl again. She's dead, yes, I know she's dead—she died of a broken heart. My heart tells me that; it, too, is broken; the body that encloses it is but a useless old hulk. One more drink, boys. Good night." "Poor old Pete," said Billy as we left him there in the little back room behind the bar of that mean hotel at Sandon. "He's a battered old ruin but he is a pioneer of pioneers and entitled to praise rather than to blame. Poor old Pete," he repeated, "he thoroughly believes in that yam of the ghost of Payne Mountain. But he did not see the hill until the spring \after Carpenter and Seaton wandered to its summit. He was one of the (earliest in the famous Slocan stampede, but luck was not with him and he sold his claim for a hundred dollars. There's a lack of grey matter in his upper stope now and he has run across a fault in his mental make- jup. He's innocent enough with it all and never sees anything worse than that ghost. "There's one thing about old Pete always admire, and that is his great aith in the Slocan. Old Eli Carpen- er possessed none. He sold the Payne for a mere song and went to ^Spokane, where he blew in the money. He used to like to tell his friends how the had roped in one of the smartest ^mining men in the country, but the man he sold to made as many thousands out of the Payne as Eli did hundreds. I don't know where Carpenter is now. The last I heard of jhim he was seeking a new fortune in he Klondike. Poor Jack Seaton was [another man who did not think much |of the Slocan. However, he's dead ow—killed in a dance hall in Idaho." ****** It is five years now since I was in Sandon. Last summer I wrote to a 'Wend there asking him to look up pete. He replied that nobody had the old prospector around his Lid haunts this year. He suddenly Propped out of sight last Christmas, let the matter rest. In my inmost :art I believe that if a search were nade at the foot of Payne Bluff his Ivhitening bones would be found. I Tike to think it is so. Earth had no lucre use for him and he had no more tor the world. On Payne Mountain lie saw the most beautiful vision of liis life and at the foot of the big hill lie would be at rest. There, perchance, the ghost of Payne Mountain rejoined Jiiin and the past was forgotten. Yes, I like to think it is so. Lake, about half way between Pinchi and Tac'ier Rivers and about 3l/i miles inland in the Coast Distritc o,f the Province of British Columbia, viz.; Commencing at a post marked "E. F. S. W.," placed near the north boundary of Walter J. Friedlander's purchase, about 40 chains from the northeast corner; thence astronomically north 80 chains j thence astronomically east So chainsj thence astronomically south 80 chains, and thence astronomically west 80 chains to point of commencement, and containing 640 acres, more or less. EDGAR FRIEDLANDER. J. A. Hickey, Agent. August 24, 1906. December 8. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date 1 intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to cut and carry away timber from the following described land, beginning at a post sjtuate at the mouth of Kitsonschultz River, on the north bank of the Skeena River, inarked "S., VV. Cor. Wilfred Loiselle's Timber Claim;" thence north 40 chains; thence east 160 chains; thence south 40 chains; thence west 160 chains to point of beginning. Dated Nover 17th, 1906. WILFRED LOISELLE, Locator. December 8. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Honorable the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, situate on the southwest shore of Stuart Lake, about nine miles from Fort St. Jmes, in the Coast District of the Province of British Columbia, viz.: Commencing at a post marked "E. J. M. N. E.," and placed about 10 chains west from the lake shore, thence astronomically west 3o chains; thence astronomically south 40 chains; thence astronomically east 40 chains, thence astronomically south 40 chains; thence astronomically west 40 chains; thence astronomically south 40 chains; thence astronomically east 40 chains; thence astronomiclly north 40 chains; thence astronomically east 40 chains; thence astronomically north 80 chains to point of commencement, and containing 640 acres. E. J. MATHEWS. J. A. Hickey, Agent. August 30, 1906. December 8 NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Honorable the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described land, situate on the southwest shore of Stuart Lake, about ten miles from Fort St. James, in the Coast District of the Province of British Columbia, viz.: Commencing at a post marked "E. J. M. S. E," and placed about 10 chains west from the lake shore; thence astronomically west 40 chains; thence astronomically north 40 chains; thence astronomically west 40 chains; thence astronomically north 40 chains, more or less, to said southwest shore at a point near the head of what is known as the Big Bay; thence following said shore in southeasterly direction for about 60 chains; and thence astronomically south for about 20 chains to point of commencement, and containing about 400 acres, more or less. E. J. MATHEWS. J. A. Hickey, Agent. August 30, 1906. December 8. A man who fails to raise his hat when **! funeral is passing in Chester, England, Is liable to fine and imprisonment. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty lays after date I intend to apply to the Honorable the Chief Commissioner of ILands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands, Mtuate on the north shore of Stuart NOTICE is hereby given that, 30 days after date, I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special licence to cut and carry away timber from thc following described lands: 1. Commencing at a post ou the east side of the North Fork of Coeur d'Alene River, about 7 miles from its outlet into Effingham Inlet, Clayoquot District; thence 80 chains north; 80 chains west; 80 chains south; 80 chains east to point of commencement. 2. Commencing at a post by the southeast corner of No. 1; thence 160 chains north; thence 40 chains east; thence 160 chains south; thence 40 chains west to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 20th, 1906. d'Alene River, about 100 chains S. of No. 2; thence 100 chains N.; thence 80 W., along boundary No. 2; thence 60 S.; thence 40 E.; thence 40 S.; thence E. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 20th, 1906. 4. Commencing at a post on Coeur d'Alene River, near and south of the S. E. corner of No. 3; thence 100 chains N.; thence 40 W., to E. boundary of No. 3; thence 40 S., to S.E. corner of No. 3; thence 40 W.; thence 60 S.; thence 80 E. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 20th, 1906. 5. Commencing at a post by the S. E. corner of No. 4; thence 80 chains N.; thence 80 E.; thence 80 S.; thence W. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 20th, iqo6. 6. Commencing at a post by the S. W. corner of No. 5; thence 40 chains W.; thence 80 S.; thence 80 E., along N. boundary of Coeur d'Alene Mineral Claims; thence 80 N., to S. boundary of No. 5; thence 40 W. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 20th, 1906. 7. Commencing at a post by thc N.E. corner of the Coeur d'Alene Mineral Claims; thence 80 N., along E. boundary of No. 6; thence 80 E.; thence 80 S.; thence 80 W. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 21st, 1006. 8. Commencing at a post by the N. E. corner of the Coeur d'Alene Mineral Claims; thence 80 chains S.; tnence 80 E.; thence 80 N.; thence 80 W. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 21st, 1906. 9. Commencing at a post by the W. boundary of the Coeur d'Alene Mineral Claims, about 40 chains S. of S. boundary of No. 6; thence N. 40 chains; thence W. 40 chains; thence S. t6o; thence E. 40; thence N. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 21st, 1906. 10. Commencing at a post by the S. W. corner of No. 8, and about 10 chains E. of Coeur d'Alene River; thence 40 chains S.; thence 40 W.; thence 60 S.; thence 80 E.; thence 100 N., to S. boundary of No. 8; thence 40 W. to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. GARRARD, Agent. November 21st, 1906. Dec.15 NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Honorable the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase the following described lands, situate on the north shore of Stuart Lake, about half wy between Pinchi and Tacher Rivers and about 2*A miles inlands in the Coast District of the Province of British Columbia, viz.: Commencing at a post marked "W. J. F. S. E.," and placed at the northeast corner of lot 331; thence astronomically west 80 chains; thence astronomically north 80 chains; thence astronomically east 80 chains; thence astronomically south 80 chains to the point of commencement and containing 640 acres, more or less. WALTER J. FRIEDLANDER. J. A. Hickey, Agent. August 24, 1906. December 8. NOTICE is hereby given that, 30 days after date, I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief. Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special licence to cut and carry away timber from the following i. .ibid lands, in Alberni District; No. 1.—Commencing at a post on the cast side of Silver Lake, about 40 chains from the outlet; thence 40 chains E.; 80 chains N.; thence west to Silver Lake; thence following the shore line to point of commencement. No. 2.—Commencing S. W. corner of No. 1, on east shore of Silver Lake; thence 40 chains E.. 40 chains N.; 60 chains E.; 80 chains S.; thence west to outlet of lake; thence following the shore line to point of commencement. No. 3.—Commencing at a post at the outlet of Silver Lake; thence 40 chains S.; thence 40 chains W.; thence 40 chains N.; thence 100 chains W.; thence M. 'o Silver Lake; thence following shore line to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. Garrard, Agent. 31st October, 1906. no29 to shore; thence westerly along. shore to point of commencement. W. E. GREEN, W. B. Garrard, Ague;. Clayoquot District. NOTICE Is nereby given that 60 days from date I Intend to npply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to purchase die following described land, adjoining Lot (140, Skeena District: Commencing at a post marked "A C.'s N. \V. Comer"; thence east 40 chains along south boundary of T. Flewln's claim; thence south 40 chuius; tiience west 40 chains; thence north 40 chains, along east boundary of Lot 646 to point of commencement, containing 160 acres more or less. ANNIE COPEJLAND. No. 9— NOTICE is hereby given that Hurt/ days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described lands, 11029 j situated on the north side of San Juan Kiver, Keufrevr District, adjoining iB. J. Palmer's southwest corner No. 2: Commencing at a post marked "J. Young, Southwest Corner," thenco north, SO chains; thence east SO chains; thence south So chnins; thence west 80 chains to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated at Port Renfrew on the 1st dajr of November, 11)08. JOHN YOUNO. November 17, 1000. THIRTY DAYS AFTER DATE I In- tend to make application to the Chief Commissioner of Lauds and Works for permission to cut and carry away timber from NOTICE Is hereby given thnt 00 days the following described lands, situated after date 1 Intend to npply to the Chief ; No. 1. Starting at a post In Bay on west Commissioner of Lunds and Works for per- side of extreme end of the lake and run- lli'lssion to purchnse the following described I aiug SO chains west; SO chains north; 80 land situated ln the Kitsumkalum Valley,: dtiaius more or less, east back to shore Unnge 5, Coast District: Commencing at | <"ld following shore back to point of com- 11 stake planted at the N. E. corner of N.. mi'!'ce,';e"■ . „„,„,„„,,. „„.„„. T. Cunningham purchase claim, marked *»• 2* '"?/'"? 3L**R-^f?,7!fL^HRS W. A. Wadhams' No. 1 Initial Post; thenee £itt mSS ™ ui^ etf 108 chain-f runaiiv 40 ohains west; thence 40 chains Jft^ ^'^ "^f £%Vu?of cim- north; thence 40 chains east; thenoe -*01 tmoneement. * chalus south to post of eonmieucoinent, containing 160 acres more or less. W. A. WADHAMS, Locator. F. W. BOHLER, Agent. Locuted October 1st, 1000. mencement. No. 3, Beginning 10 chains south oi the northwest coiner of No. 2 nnd running 00 chains south; 108 chains west; (10 chains north and 106 ehalus east buck to point of commencement. No. 4. iBegiuning at a post 10 chains -NOTICE is hereby given that 60 days ! .,-■..£ ^^ comer"of No. 8 runnin" after date I Intend to apply to the Chief soutn m (.huins; we8t ioq chains; north 60 Commissioner of Lands and Works for pei- cunjns ail(1 cngt i06 cha*ns back to point mission to purchase the following described 0( commencement, land situated lu the. Kltsumkajlum Valley, j ALBERT FRASEK. Range 5, Coast District: Commencing at' Victoria, B. C, November 11, 1006. a stake' planted at the N. E. corner of W. A. Wadhams' purchuse claim, marked L. Guue No. 1 Initiul i-ost; theuce running 40 chains west; theuce 40 chains north; thence 40 chains east; thence 40 chuins November 17, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that 60 days after date, I Intend to apply to the Chief H....L.- .„ vU.....o Commissioner of Lands and Works for south to post of comimencement, containing permission to purchase the following land, 10O acres more or less. adlolnlmr Lot 4«7 on PorH.nrt r.n.l, L. GUNE, Locator. F. W. BOHLEK, Agent. Located October 1st, 1000. adjoining Lot 467 on Portland "Canal: Starting from a post marked "W. P. F's. N. W. Corner"; thence 20 chains south; thence 40 chuins eust; thence 40 chains _ north; thence 40 chuins, more or less, west NOTICE ls hereby given that two months ■ \° "bore Une; thence southerly along shore afte? dute 1 SI to apply to the Hon., "ne &£*>** «TgJJce,Be,,t- contttto,n,t Chief Commissioner of Lauds aud Works: 1J0 aa<*- more 01 ie^ „ .,.„.„ tor a special licence to cut and carry away I vove,nl)„r ,7 jojut timber from the following described lands, J "Ovemner 17, lauu. commencing at a post planted about three: N(mCB , ^ D , u t ^ d fourths of a mile west of the Elk river,? aftor date , intend'to apply to the Chief thence north SO ehalus, theuce west 40; Commissioner of Lands and Works for chains, thence soutb 40 chains, thence west. pi,rmlssIon to purchase the following land, 40 chains, thence south 40 chains, thence, a|tuate ou Observatory Inlet, adjoining east 40 chains, thence south 40 ohains, thence east along the beach of Kennedy lake, thence uorth to point of commencement, containing 640 acres, more or less. .id il.M Sept. 40C, 1008. NOTICE is hereby given that, 30 days after date, I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissi mer of Lands and Lot 479: Starting from a post marked "W. G. P's. S. W. Cor."; thence north 20 chnins; thence east 20 chains; thence south 20 cbalns, more or less, to shore line; thence along the shore line westerly to point of commencement, containing 40 acres, more or less. W. G. PINDER. November, 17, 1906. NOTICE ls hereby given that sixty (60) ly to the Works for a special license to cut and days after date we Intend to appl rarrv awav timber from the following Chief Comnilssloner of Lands and Works S.L,;i,.?yi2i«Thirnl niitrif.!*for permission to purchase the followine described lands, in Alberni District:, (,escfllbed ,„„,, ^atca Bmr 0rtveTard Commencing at a post on the Alberni Point, commencing at a post on the North Canal, about 30 chains S. of Hayes hank of the Skeena' rivet, thence in a r-inHintr* theno W An chains • thence westerly direction 40 chains; thence north- Landing, tnence W. 40 cnams, tnence cr] 40 chlll„s. tll(.nco ensterly 40 chains: S. 160 chains; thence E. to water front; thence southerly 40 chains nlong bank of thence following the water front to river to point of commencement, contain- point of commencement. ,n« m *?***• I!,oreo-r !??»-• W. E. GREEN, W. B. Garrard, Agent. October 29, 1906. no29 Located October 16, 1908. B. EBY AND S. McKENZIE, Locators. November 17, 1906. NOTICE Is hereby given that sixty (80) 64. Commencing at a post planted I V,ays *&!' .dlle ' . , "d to apply to the ,, v... „«.4V,...».(. „^.„„ «« 11.4-L.rf 1 H°n* chlef Commissioner of Lands and at the northwest corner of Hubert works for permission to purchase the Haines land, thence west 80 chains,! following described land situated near thence north 80 chains, thence east 80 Graveyard Point: Commencing st a post on «-,„.*„„ »i._«.. »„..■.►, tv. ,i,.:a„ .„ ««:„»' tlle North bnnk of the Skeena river; thence chains, thence south 80 chains to point |n „ westerly direction 40 chains; thence of commencement. ' ELIZABETH KNIGHT. G. B. Watson, Agent. Sept. ioth, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that, 30 days after date, I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special licence to cut and carry away timber, exclusive of hemlock, from the following described lands: 1. Commencing at a post by the N. E. boundary post of the Indian Reserve, on the shore of Nahmint Bay by the mouth of the river; thence 80 chains N.; thence 80 chains W.; thence S. to Nahmint River following same to N. boundary of I. R.; thence E. to point of commencement. 2. Commencing at a post by the N. E. boundary post of the Indian Reserve and at the S. E. corner of No. 1; thenq- So chains N.; thence F? tn W. boundary of Lot 79; thence S. to shore line; thence following the shore to E. boundary of I. R.; tnence to point of commencement. Located October 28th, 1906. W. B. GARRARD. Alberni District. no2g NOTICE is hereby given that sixty days after date I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to cut and carry away timber from the following described land, situate on Hastings Arm of Observatory Inlet: Commencing at a post planted on east shore of Hastings Arm, marked "E. D.'s S. W. Corner," thence east 40 chains, thence north 160 chains, thence west 40 chains to shore line, thence southerly along shore line to point of commencement. E. DONEHUE. December 8. southerly 40 ehnlns; th-nee easterly 40 chains; tbence northerly 40 cbalns slong bnnk of river to point of commencement, containing 160 acres, more or less. Loented October 16, 1906. H. McKENZIE, Loeator. S. McKENZIE, Agent. November 17, 1908. NOTICE is hereby given that sixty (80) days after date I Intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Land* and Works for permission to purchase the following described land situated near Graveyard Point: Commencing at a post on the North bnnk of the Skeena river; thence ln a westerly direction 40 chains; thence northerly 40 chains; thence easterly 40 cbnlns; thence southerly 40 cbalns following bank of river to point of commencement, containing lflu acres, more or less. Located October 16, 1908. G. B. BAILLIB, Locator. B. EBY, Agent. November 17, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to cut and carry away timber from the following described land, situated at Kum-ea-lon Inlet, Skeena District: Commencing at a stake marked "W. R. F.'s Initial Post," planted near shore of Inlet, thence north 40 chains, thence east 6b chains, thence south 100 chains, thence west 40 chains to shore line, thence westerly alon gshore line to point of commencement. WALTER R. FLEWIN. December 8. NOTTCE is hereby given that, 30 days after date, I intend to apply to the Hon. Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special licence to cut and carry_ away timber from the following described lands: Commencing at a post on the N. shore of Uchticklesit Harbour, on the W. boundary of Loe 690, * r ,r-nrie" Mineral Claim; t'*ence N. nnd E. along boundary of "Cascade" M. C. to the W. boundary of Lot 70; thence N. and E. alnnp 70 to Fern M. C. thence N. and E. atom* boundaries nf "Fern " "Wasp" and "Sun-shine" No. 2 Mineral Claims, to the N. E. corner "' "Sunshine" M. C.; thence N. to chains; thence W. 100 chains; thence S. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to cut and carry away timber from the following lands: Commencing at a stake marked "G A. B. No. 1," planted on the east bank of Mammon River, thence north t6o chains, thence east 40 chains, thence south 160 chains, Ihence west 40 chains to point of commencement. GEO. A. BIGELOW. December 8. No. 1— NOTICE le hereby given that thirty dnys after date I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for a special license to cut and carry away timber from the following described; lands, situated on the south side of San Juan River, Renfrew District, Joining Parkinson's southenst comer: Commencing at a post marked "A. Young. Northeast Corner," dhenec south 160 chains; thence west 40 chains; thence north 160 ohains, thencs east 40 cbalns to place of commencement, containing 640 acres. Dated nt Port Renfrew on the 18th day of October, 1900. ALEXR. YOU.NG. November 17, 1906. NOTICE is hereby given that thirty days after dale I intend to apply to the Chief Commissioner of Lands and Works for permission to cut and carry away iimber from the following described lands, situated on the east bank of Marmon River, Graham Island: Commencing at a post marked "G A. R.'s No. 2 Claim;" thence south 160 chains; thence east 40 chains; thence north 160 chains; thence west 40 chains to point of commencement. GEO. A. BIGELOW. December 8. No. 2- NOTICE Is hereby given that thirty days after dnte I intend to njiply to the Chief Comnilssloner of Lnnds nnd Works for a speclnl license to cut nnd carry away timber from the following described lands, sltunted on tbe south side of San Juan River. Renfrew District: Commencing st n post marked "J. Young, N. E. Corner," ndjoinlng Mrs. J. S. Young's south boundnry, thence south 120 chains: tiience west 80 chnins; thence nortli 40 chains; thence enst 40 chnins; thence north 80 ehnlns; thence enst 40 chains to place of commencement, eontnlulng 040 acres. Dnted nt Port Renfrew, this 2»Ui dny of October, 1000. JOHN YOUNG. November 17, 1906. NOTICE Is hereby given that 60 days nfter dnte I Intend to apply to the Hoi. Chief Comnilssloner of Lnnds and Works for permission to purchase the following described lnnd, situated In the Coast District. Rnnge 5: Beginning at n port plant- ill on the north bnnk of the Skeena river nbout one mlie southwest of Zymqetlts river nt the southeast corner of J. B. Bate- man's pre-emption claim and marked B. B.'s Northenst Corner; thence running west 120 chains! tbence south about 50 chains, more or less, to bnnk at Skeena river; thence In a northeasterly direction following meandering of the Skeena rivet to post of coin- mencciiK-nt, containing nbout 320 sores of lnnd more or less. EMMA BAT '.MAN. J. E. BATEMAN, Asent. Located September 20th, 1908. 15 THE WEEK, SATURDAY DECEMBER 22, 1906. A faultless fit for every figure. Stanfield's Unshrinkable XMAS GIFTS At the SEM1=READY Wardrobe. Dressing Gowns, Smoking Jackets. Fancy Vests, Gloves, Silk and Linen Initial Handkerchiefs, % doz. in fancy box, Fancy Suspenders, Fine Shirts, Neckwear, Etc. 2,000 doz. Ties and Scarves at 25c, 50c, 75c, and $1.00 Underwear D. WILLI AMIS & CO., Semi-ReadyWtoring EDITORIAL COMflENT. The platform of Vancou- Spread ver's new daily newspa- Eagleism. per, the Guardian, is distinctly amusing, both by reason of its extravagance and its comprehensiveness. We have had papers before which advocated government or municipal ownership of railways and all public utilities. It is not a new thing for a journal to advocate a revenue tariff, and the complete control of educational matters by each Province. Such ideas have always been considered radical, but there have been men who have looked forward to the time when they would come within the range of practical politics. From this point on, however, the Guardian becomes something more than radical. In fact, the remaining arguments of its programme are socialistic, if not anarchistic. They include the abolition of the Senate, secession from Confederation, if satisfactory or better terms are not granted and the entire prohibition of Chi- ■ r— nese- Japanese, Hindis and al. other tindesittlule aliens from entering Canada. If there was any doubt beldi'6 as to who inspired the policy of the Guardian, there can be no doubt after reading this propaganda, and to know the man is to realise that he is nothing if not extravagant, at any rate in his ideas. But while Joseph Martin has rendered some service to the Dominion, his latest manifesto would not indicate that his views are any less extreme and impracticable than they were five or ten years ago. He is still the stormy petrel, whether in politics or journalism. He still fails to appreciate that the one thing above all others which British Columbia needed when he flung away his chances was stable government. Thi" is of all times the least opportune in which to launch a revolutionary programme. He may hope to convince Canadians that it would be wise to abolish the Senate at about the same time as the House of Lords is put out of business, and that seems to be the darling idea of the English party of which Mr. Martin is the Canadian prototype. The abolition of protective duty is hardly likely to meet with favor in British Columbia at a time when we are just starting the most important manufacturing industries, the very existence of which will depend for many years upon the same principle of protection under whicli our East- ern'industries have tall created and developed. On the immigration question little need be said. There is no real divergence of opinion among men who wish to advance the interests of the Province and at the same time to observe the golden rule. The Guardian's wind-up is very much like the last bout in a twenty-round fight, It breathes vengeance upon Bob Kelly and all his works, and upon all other grafts and grafters. The Guardian may safely be left to settle this question with the astute politician who controls the Federal Government patronage in the Terminal City. It is no business of ours. A Coal Famine. It is not likely that Victoria will have any anxious moments with respect to fuel supply. That, however, is due to two circumstances upon which the Coast City ought to be congratulated—the mild climate and unlimited resources of coal. Even if the latter should be cut off no serious consequences would ensue. The worst would be merely temporary inconvenience. Out on the prairies, however, it is a different matter. At any time between October and April, and at any point between the Great Lakes and the Rockies, a temperature of from 30 to 50 degrees below zero may be experienced. During the present week it has been 30 degrees below in Winnipeg, and the same in Brandon, where the utmost distress prevails. One shudders to read that the hospital was entirely without coal and wood. Unless speedy relief comes the situation will be desperate at many points in the Northwest. There are those who think that the only remedy for this is public ownership of coal lands, but such forget that the public does own coal lands, both in the Northwest and in British Columbia, and the various Governments interested are supposed to control them. The present state of affairs only shows that such a term is a misnomer. It is a long stride from owning to operating and is by no means certain that it is either necessary or would be wise for the Government to undertake this. It is, however, quite certain that that will be the next step unless control is made more effective. The Federal Government, for instance, has had 50,000 acres of coal land specially set apart for the public use, but during the five years which have elapsed since their selection, no attempt whatever has been made to secure their operation. This property might have been producing 5,000 tons a day and would have ensured a supply as far east as Winnipeg. There is no matter of more vital importance than this. It affects even the lives of Canadian citizens and should be grappled with promptly and courageously. No one wants to see the Government competing with private industry, but it is the first duty of every Government to protect the public interest, and the fact that this may trench upon private investments cannot be allowed for a moment to weigh when human lives are in the balance. Some day the Canadian The House press will understand of Lords. and publish correct views on those questions which agitate English political life. At present nearly every paper misrepresents English opinion. Not purposely, but because all Canadian view? are tinc- toed by a spirit alien to Canadian interests, and apparently our writers do not stop to think for themselves but accept without enquiry whatever is offered. These thoughts are suggested by the grotesque criticisms which hava appeared during the last few weeks on the attitude of the SouSe of Lords toward the Government Education Bill. We were told again and again that the Lords were antagonizing the people of England. That if they mutilated this precious measure they would certainly ride to their doom, that their tale of iniquity was about complete, and that a long-suffering people who had put up with them almost beyond endurance would no longer tolerate them. We have heard all this before and the House of Lords still lives. The fact of the case is that Englishmen do not readily become iconoclasts. And further, the very important fact has been overlooked that on the education question public opinion is with the Lords and against the Government. Secular education in England is doomed. Beyond the confines of little Bethel passive resistance is a played-out farce. Englishmen have resolved that religious instruction shall be given in their schools. The policy of 1870 is a back number, and not for the first time the House of Lords stands in the breach and reflects the sober determination of the people. Sir Henry Campbell-Banner- man does not know this, or at any rate he did not know it a little while ago, but it is doughnuts to dollars that he is beginning to have a shrewd suspicion of the truth and that he will not dare' to take the only step consistent with the loud protestations of his Government, and appeal to the people, against the Lords. No ministry has ever done that. It is twenty- five years since Lord Roseberry talked of "ending or mending," and the Lords are stronger and more popular than evt*. THE QUEST THAT TAILED. O the night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace- gate, The robbers that came to rob him— They picked the locks of his palace- gate. Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,— The robbers that came to rob him. But loud laughed he ln the morning red! For of what had the robbers robbed him? 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First Launch and Auto Supply Company in British Columbia. i6 THE WEEK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22 1906 ififipfyfyifififififififif I ilusic and $ I The Drama. | There is unquestionable authority for the statement that men have entertained angels unawares. After attending the Victoria Theatre on Monday night and witnessing the performance of John Griffith in "King Richard III.," a good modern paraphrase would be "Victorians have entertained comedians unawares." For of all the roaring, ranting barnstormers who ever had the brazen effrontery to call himself a Shakespearian actor he is absolutely the worst. A man cannot be held responsible for his personal appearance, unless by a course of self-neglect and abuse he mars the image in which he was created: I am far from saying that this is the case with John Griffith, but nature in her most freakish mood never produced anything so unsuitable in appearance for a serious actor as John Griffith. There is a certain class of character which he might portray acceptably; he would make an ideal executioner; he might even aspire to the position of sheriff in some half-civilized community, but anything more humane or heroic, and above all any speaking part is entirely beyond the range of his capabilities. And yet for the space of three hours this self- styled "actor" undertook to mouth and rant some of the finest sentences which Shakespeare penned. When he was not roaring he was ranting. When he was not raving he was squirming on the floor, apparently in an epileptic fit. But the depth of the ridiculous was plumbed in the celebrated tent scene, where five members of the company stood around his couch, each robed in a sheet, and with the limelight turned on. The monster lay supposedly dreaming, but the grotesque action which followed the most un-ghost-like upbraiding which came from the lips of his victims, was altogether too much for the house, and the gallery fairly roared, as did the house, when a few moments later he rolled upon the floor under the influence of the epileptic seizure referred to. I have seen many representations of Richard ill. as far back as the days of good old Sam Phelps, but it has remained for John Griffith to reveal to me the possibilities of Shakespeare's classic as a farcical comedy. Having seen what he can make of it, I should have no hesitation, were I an entrepeneur, looking for a star in starting John Griffith out with the roaring farce "King Richard III." The., only addition that it would be necessary to make to what Victorians so thoroughly enjoyed on Monday night would be a new headdress for John Griffith—the cap and bells. It would be unkind to say anything of the other members of the company, although several of them, notably Benedict Brown as Catesby, William Lloyd as Richmond, and Charles Sutton as King Henry VI. were incomparably superior to the star. The mounting was ridiculous, the stage accessories being practically nil, and the armies of Richard and Richmond fought under great disadvantages, having to produce the semblance of a decisive battle with eight suoes and the same number of tin-foil spears. The conclusion of the whole matter is that if Shakespeare can survive this kind of thing he must indeed be immortal. This is what the Colonist dramatic critic says, in its issue of December 18th. My readers can take their choice: 'The Tragedy of King Richard the Third is supposed to contain the account of that king's treacherous plots against his brother Clarence; the pitiful murder of his innocent nephews; his tyrannical usurpation, together with the whole course of his detested life and most deserved death." So says the old chronicle, and the villains of history must remain villains to the end 1 Though there remains some sad apology in the fact that Richard's natural equipment seemed suitable only for that melancholy part— "I, deformed, unfinished, Sent before my time, Go to this breathing world, scarce half made up; And that so lamely, and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them." The play, as given at the Victoria Theatre last evening, was well set, well costumed, and well sutsained throughout. In the opening act, the gentle- monkish king, Hemy VI., was portrayed by Charles Sutton with great dignity and feeling, and the scene of his murder in the Tower by Gloucester, fairly justified that personage's unflattering accoun' of himself. As the tragedy developed the extraordinarily able acting of John Griffith held his audience spell-bound— and made them shudder! He, indeed, once again proved with no little success, that "plain devil—except in the final issue—is a very certain ally, especially, and alas! where frail woman is concerned! Miss Mabel Standish, as the Lady Anne, posed and moved with grace and charm, and had a rich, soft-speaking voice, which was charming to listen to. William Lloyd, as Buckingham and Richmond- did full justice to his double parts. The little Princes in the Tower- that tragedy familiar since childhood— again made instant appeal to heart and motherhood, and the boys themselves were so simple and natural af to be almost a complete realization of the "humanities" of s-ich a scene. Indeed, the personifications were all ■ xrellent, and it was a real treat to hear this page of English history repeated—in the immortal English of Shakespeare—by a cast qualified to render it with English tone and color, and no little of mediaeval English barbarism. Those who were present will remember John Griffith for a long time, and condole sincerely with tnose among the playgoers who missed the opportunity of remembering him, too. "The Governor's Wife," a merry musical comedy, will be presented by the Amsden Opera Company at the Victoria Theatre on Friday evening, December 21st. Tlie piece is reputed to be an exceptionally attractive one, and is said to possess a plot of a most interesting charactre, which in itself is sufficient to make it attractive. Mr. Claude Amsden and the clever soprano, Miss Hazel Davenport, will sustain the leading roles of the governor and his spouse, and a well-balanced and harmonious chorus will support them. With an excellent scenic investiture, a chorus of talented vocalists and two such clever people in the lead the success of "The Governor's Wife" should be assured. The Old Home Down rfthe Farm Will be brighter, more attractive to the young folks and dearer to the old folks too, if cheered by a first-class .Talking Machine.. We"arc sole agents on Vancouver Island for Columbia Graphophones, Victor and|Berliner Gramophones, and Edison Phonographs Catalogues of Machines and Records sent to any address on application. FLETCHER BROS. SUPERIOR QUALITY MUSIC HOUSE 93 GOVERNMENT STREET To my mind the best feature about the performance at the New Grand Theatre is the work of the orchestra in selections from "Faust." The piece which struck me particularly was the rendering of the "Intermezzo," which precedes the "Pilgrim's Chorus." Signor Claudio's work in on the first violin was excellent, and the way in which the orchestra attacked the full chorus later was a most creditable performance. Prof. Nagel is to be congratulated very heartily on the successful production of a difficult piece of music. Mr. George F. Keane has appeared before a Victoria audience as a song; illustrator. Mr. Keane is the possessor of a nice tenor voice, but I was sorry that he had not been provided with a more catchy song than "Kate Kearney' for his first appearance. I think that Messrs. Considine & Sullivan would be well advised if they made a radical change in the style of the songs which they present to their audiences. I have heard many opinions, and I have had my own, and I have not the slightest hesitation in saying that the major- ty of these "illustrated songs" are rotten. It is not fair to the man who is vo sing them, that he should be given a poor song, with a bad tune, accompanied with diotic pictures. I know for a fact that this feature in the bill of the New Grand has ben very severely criticized. Good voices have been wasted on spurious music, and I think that this is a Rood time to make a well-deserved kick. I would far rather hear either Mr. Roberts or Mr. Keane sing a song in the full glare of the footlights htan hear them prostitute their talent to the accompaniment of the cheap music which usually goes to the "illustrated song." I have overstepped my space in talking of this music, and have no room to say what I would like to about the company at present playing. I must compromise by expressing my opinion that there is as good a show at the New Grand this week as there ever has been. 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